A/N - Video 3D printed building. Picture Washington 2.0 (ish)

Jenny's POV

I lowered myself down sheepishly. Although how a sheep would get it's self stuck to a wall and then get it's legs above its head is beyond me. I guess sheep do stupid things, but you never hear stories about sheep falling in love with sheep dogs or shepherds, so even sheep have limits to dumbness. The kinds of limits I was fast transcending. #DEC was standing there looking at me, like a grandmother looking at someone who was licking the icing off her freshly baked cake with their tongue.

"No. I'm just seeing if they could hold my weight and get some blood running into my feet. I've got a bad case of pins and needles." I said.

"Didn't they tell you how to avoid craiging while tied up at your factory? You need to to wiggle your toes ?" said #DEC.

It was a bit weird discovering they actually had a word for problems caused when your tied to something for long periods. The human world really was over.

"No..." I said.

"Master Entering" I got a message from Siri to announce a master in the room. #DEC stood to attention. I got down and resumed my role as a poorly hung picture.

"Ya ken the time?" he said.

"Nine ish" I said having checked Siri for 'ken' meaning in 'Know' in Scottish and then getting the time.

"8:57 Master" said #DEC.

"OK I've still go time to go to the pet store on the reservation before work. Prep the chopper" Rockwood said. #DEC curtseyed and left. Rockwood turned to me.

"If I offered you a little trip out of the bedroom would you say yes, but best slave behaviour" Rockwood said.

"Yes Master," I said. While thinking 'a trip a trip!'

"I need you to play the part of my pet. So no backtalk. Speak when you're spoken to. Do what you're told to. Best e-slave manners. We are going out in public I can't afford any public embarrassments. Behave like a good girl and I'll give you a treat" said Master.

My mind flashed the image of him throwing up dog treats for me to catch in my mouth.

"I was more thinking of downloading some games to your collar, but it's up to you." the mind reading leech answered. "If you mess up I can promise you that pretty ass of yours will glow hotter than a poker left in an iron master's forge. You think you can do it?" said Rockwood as I closed my legs.

"I spent six weeks in school over this I think I know what to do as an e-slave," I said.

He gave me a sting on level 1.

"Master," I added. OK I was out of practice.

"It's nay about what you know, it about what you do," he said

I tried to get myself into slave mode, it was like acting, you had to be the part. I was #180A no #16OA. I thought Master Rockwood, not leech Rockwood.

#160A's POV

Master Rockwood got out a leash and hooked it on my collar. It's strange how nothing makes you feel more 'owned' than a leash. Master stroked my arm then breast with his hand. My heart made an emergency stop complete with hand-brake.

"Just checking," he said checking I wouldn't flinch while being handled.

#DEC returned and handed me a matching shrug which I pulled on as we walked out the door.

"Always behind me and to whichever side I'm holding the leash. If we meet anyone, which is unlikely then look to the ground, kneel if they are important" said Master.

Like being a slave is difficult - you just do whatever your collar tells you to do, tricky.

I was so pleased to be out of my room. We marched down the corridor and I resisted the temptation to wave at people as I went along. Occasionally we reached airlock like glass doors which would only let one slave though at a time. I discovered I had to wave my wrist at an ID code reader to allow the door in front to open. Clearly, my wrist had a RFID tag which identified me. As we got closer to the outside the checks got more elaborate. At one I had to tilt my head forward and get the barcode on the back of my neck scanned. It' impressed on my how meticulous the machines were about letting slaves move around. It reminded me how trapped I was here, more at his mercy than ever. He could make me do whatever he wanted.

I walked and noticed while we walked over a bridge in the central atrium that there was no hand rail or edge. It was walking along a massive white plank. Anyone could just fall of the edge. I guessed the machines didn't care if human's fell over the edge. Wow a world completely devoid of health and safety. If only all those people who said 'this is health and safety gone mad' could see this. If they did Rockwood would probably push them over to their doom.

There was another Osprey plane waiting for us at the hanger they called 'the podbay'. This one was in camouflage colors. We got in and the roof opened up letting in the morning sunlight. Rockwood flew the plane from the long red sofa seat at the front. After he got in he strapped himself in (slaves didn't get any seat belts) and I sat next to him with #DEC next to me. Behind us, four armed guard droids got in. After waving his hand at the single large screen Rockwood didn't do anything. I guess he controlled the whole thing with his mind. We took off and I was stupefied by the number of drones filling the sky. It was like a cloud of starlings flying around us. As we flew I wondered how they managed to avoid hitting each other and us. From this height, I could see some of the impossible architecture the building printers were putting up in the new machine city. Rockwood looked back at the hall and the doors to the pod bay closing behind us.

"Oh I forgot to lock the house!" said Rockwood looking back. He pointed a small fob in his hand about 1000 lit windows in the house all simultaneously flashed on flashed, off flashed, on again followed by in a big double beeping noise. 'good thing no one opened a window' I thought.

"You handled that remarkable calmly #16OA" said Master Rockwood. He sat next to me holding my leash over his wrist. He put his hand on my thigh.

"Handled what? Master" I said.

"Most wifi slaves get very nervous when they switch to the cellular signal for the first time. If the cellular signal isn't up and the geofence isn't properly enlarged. If #DEC hasn't filed a permission slip to use transport properly. If your shoes' software is updated properly. There's a whole bunch of things that have to work exactly right to move from WiFi to cellular. If not I'm digging a hole in the back garden. Fortunately, I got the best data plan I could for your collar." he said.

My stomach churned. I hadn't realized the danger I was in. I asked permission to speak. He nodded.

"What this about my shoes? Master" I asked

"They are military high heels your wearing #16OA. There are spring loaded spikes that are fired up into your heels if you exit your green area. I though you managed to take it all in your stride"

"Well, I was with you Master" I lied. No, I'm an idiot who played hooky at slave school.

"That's the spirit!" he laughed, then zapped me for not asking permission to speak.

We flew over fields then on to a city that was tall and dense. We approached flying over a second construction area behind large walls like some mashup between a fairytale walled city and a military camp.

"See that city see the fences and watch towers around it. ?" Masker Asked. I nodded.

"The locals call it the Eternal city, but the machines and the slaves call it Judas City. All the collaborators get to live in the cusp of luxury and gluttony there. Their reward. The city is filling up rapidly as we take city after city the collaborators don't have anyone to stab in the back any more flock here to smooth their unfathomable consciences"

It made me wonder why had the machines offered the collaborators to get them to defect. It never made sense. What could I offer you to destroy your own civilization?

"I can feel you have many questions," said Rockwood the mind reading scum. #DEC looked over at me in a way which indicated she didn't approve of my current behavior and was letting the side down. I realized #6502 wasn't wrong when she said he could practically read my mind. I got my collar to indicate I wished permission to speak. My neck glowed blue. He paused and granted it.

"Master is perhaps mistaken. This slave has no interests beyond master and what pleases him" I said using the especially servile use of 'this slave' not 'I' the factory had taught us in the obedience 101 class. He looked at me raising one eyebrow slightly, he knew I was making fun of this whole slave thing by pushing it way over the edge.

"Look at it see those lumps like hats on top of the towers. Those are building printers, they can build twenty floors in a day. Look at it the last free human city. This is the most elaborately fenced human reservation we have built. Those fences and mine fields are the most lethal. No to keep the slaves in like everywhere else, but to keep yay kind out. They occasionally get rogue attacks on that city. Seems like someone doesn't like someone selling them out, strange that don't know why. It costs us a huge amount to keep your kind from killing killing themselves," Master said.

"Safety information. Remind master they are not your kind. You no longer support their cause and are very comfortable with your new role as his slave." said my iCollar.

My throat glowed blue again. He nodded.

"They aren't my kind Master. Shame on them for not wanting to praise our robot overlords " I said looking down at the buildings. #DEC looked at me again. I got the feeling even she knew I was extracting urine.

"Good thing, too you'll never see such a den of deceit and villainy. Only one problem, Cyborgs and robots are not allowed in there. Fortunately, I can go into the shopping mall next to it." said Sir looking down on the city.

We landed outside the large metal fence near a gated area. We walked at a pace to the glass doors. The door's were had a sign 'Human Reservation no non-humans intelligences without reservation and visa' .When closer Master just pointed to the ground and shouted "Stay". #DEC and about 4 black bodyguard robots stopped on the robot side of the glass door. To remind me Master tugged the leash to move me on.

***

We were in some steel construction acting as a border post between the human and machine world. We walked over to a 'weapons' check desk manned by a bombshell of a slave girl who's collar was attached by a chain to the wall. She handed me a large metal box like a safety deposit box. I held it while Master pulled out a robot electronic gun. He followed this by another small gun.

"Stun darts too?" he said to the girl who looked to his feet respectfully.

"By your pleasure master. They are respectfully also to be checked" said the girl. Then he lifted his hand up and a number of black darts fell out of his wrists.

"I guess you want these too," he said handing over some small black stiletto knives hidden in his jacket and a larger one in his boot.

"Do I pay now or when I pick them up on the way back?" said Master.

"With great respect overlord either is perfectly acceptable with company policy" said the slave looking to his feet. I took the box closed it and get it back to her.

"#DEC has my Judas City money. Hang on I can pay with her can't I?" he said.

My eyes shot to him. What on earth was he doing exchanging me for this charge? His eyebrows said 'bad girl' and I looked down. He grabbed me by the collar and help less with his strength I was forced over to put my face near a black pad.

"Inform master the collar pay transaction is complete. 0.03 credits have been deducted from his paypal account" said my collar.

I was outraged he had just used me to be his debit card! I was let up and handed the paper receipt to carry for him.

As we walked away from anyone.

"I don't know what your upset about your linked to my personal American Excess Carbon-fibre card. My best account. It's practically unlimited " he said.

I fumed but then had a good idea.

"No, you can't spend money on it unless I'm touching you. Your collar modulates your surface electrostatic energy to accept signals from my body id." he added as we approached an airport security style gate.

'Curses' I thought 'what's the point in being a credit card and then not being able to spend his money? This is so unfair'

Master tugged at my collar.

"Message from Master. Slave mode remember," my collar said.

'mind reading malevolent' I thought then tried to think slave-ish thoughts but realized I didn't know how a slave was supposed to think. Slavery is more about doing so I tried to do my best catwalk walk behind him.

"Don't forget to dispose of the receipt in a secure way," said Master.

I looked around for a bin being close to security there wasn't one.

"#DEC normally eats it, but she holds it up to her collar first for my records," said Master.

Backup credit card and now waste bin my life as a second class citizen just kept getting better and better. I guess I should be grateful he doesn't want to use some part of me to keep his loose change in. Fortunately, it looks like this slave as bin must have been common the paper was quality rice paper, so I guess that had sorted my lunch out.

I was following Master as ordered to enter the mall you had to pass through an airport security-style gate. There was an arch which Master was walking towards. but then as we approached the scanner he tugged my collar. He looked up.

Master told me to pulled out a large plastic try put in and told me to take his belt off. I did this but to do it in a cool way had to get to my knees to do it. Starting at masters crouch in a crowded airport isn't a memory I want to linger. Getting up I put his belt in the huge plastic tray, then master threw his end of the leash into the tray as well. I paused for a moment. Was I supposed to unto the leash ? I didn't think it came off. there was an awkward silence. I followed masters eyes to the writing above the security scanning arch behind him.

"The elite, Cyborgs and Robot overlords only," it said. Master pointed at the conveyor belt leading into a scanning machine. It was labeled "baggage, Animals (and Slaves)".

I looked at him I gave him my best 'seriously' look. The sort you give when your friends go 'hay it's hot let's cover ourselves in ice-cream and go swimming at WET 'N WILD' and he glanced at me. A queue was forming behind me.

"Message from Master 'Get in' " my collar told me.

This was possibly the most stupid thing I'd done in my life. This whole slavery business was getting unquestionably out of hand. I know we are supposed to feel good about the American civil war but actually, I was starting to think it was one of America's greatest achievements was getting rid of slavery. Great wall of China, Pyramids, Penicillin, Contraception, The internet, the end of slavery. Like spots you never think the absence of something is an accomplishment just a right. I'd always thought the 'land of the free' was more of a kind of brand statement like 'because you're worth it' or 'I'm loving it' now I was realizing it was more like 'land of the free, beat that why don't ya'. Pity the whole thing had gone completely tits up.

I stood on the step and got into a tray. I got onto my hands and knees and felt like I was about to have the smallest crappiest ghost ride ever. I felt Master pat my bottom as I got on. The leash which had been my reassuring connection to him was dropped and sat in the tray with me. The conveyor belt began to move forwards. I could hear Master talking to a guard outside.

"Does you slave have any unexposed film, drugs or contraband items on it Sir," said a human guard.

Unexposed, film that meant I was going to be X-rayed? Are they kcuf-ing crazy ?

"You do know these things interfere with data signals don't you?" I said to no one in particular as the ducting covered me. Fortunately, I was in a long metal duct sitting in a tray rolling on the way to X-ray oblivion with nothing but masters belt for company.

"Slaves assume position 4 and remain still. Any attempt to move backward on the belt will set off an alarm" said a recorded voice.

I was behind a large suitcase. Why do I have to be behind the big ass suitcase? Don't they know I'm getting zapped by radiation here?

"Warning radiation detected" said my collar to me. 'Yes thank you Siri for stating the obvious,' I thought. I seemed to be behind the fat suitcase forever.

"Siri what is position 4?" I asked. There wasn't an instant response like home, welcome to the joys of a cellular connection.

"Warning no Internet connection. Please reconnect. Self termination in two minutes." said my collar.

I told my self not to panic. Slaves must get scanned every day. They must know about this so they must keep the scan to less than a minute.

"Slaves assume position 4 and remain still. Any attempts to move backwards, on the belt will set off an alarm" the machine repeated.

What was position 4? I wracked my brains. I tried to visualize myself back in drill class. Position four was that one toe forwards and the other to the side. No that was ballet... hang on. what was it? What was it? I got on all fours, head down. I knew it was one of those simple ones.

"Warning radiation detected, Warning no Internet connection. Please reconnect. Self-termination in ninety seconds." said my collar to me.

"Don't tell me, tell them," I said.

The conveyor belt moved forwards and I felt relieved, then it moved back. I asked myself if they had spotted something? Then it would switch forward and turn backward, again forward to going back again.

"Warning no Internet connection. Please reconnect. Self-termination in sixty seconds."

What are they doing? I asked myself? Then I realized. There was some human security guard looking at all the baggage and he was getting his rocks off I making my Dolly Parton sized breasts swing. Oh yes ha ha, very funny. Airport security staff were rapidly rushing up my top 10 most hated list at 5 and climbing. Here I am with a rack swinging like bells in a church tower on a Sunday and I'm 45 seconds from discovering god.

hurry up hurry up. I glanced up. The huge bag was still on the belt in front of me. Whoever put it on was not picking it up. hurry up hurry up.

"Warning no Internet connection. Please reconnect. Self-termination in 30 seconds." my collar warned me.