A/N Warning: the people seen kicking this robot were 'recycled' under general order 9 after the robot apocalypse

20 seconds into the future /Slave systems Inc/Factory 7:: Area formally known as Aspen Colorado

Jenny's POV.

"I guess you don't go out much?" said the girl called 1066 as I walked slowly along. Actually, I don't know what the fuss was about, I was walking fine and these high heels it didn't feel that uncomfortable.

"High heels aren't a requirement about the science lab yet. " I said glad that Tim Hunt wasn't teaching at Cal Tech,

"Anyway, I'm Jenny" I said holding my hand out.

The girl looked slightly confused "You're supposed to use your ID number. There is a central computer called a PRISM which listens to everything you say and should punish you for using your old names. Weird I thought you would be punished for that. I guess it's not up and running yet. I'm...I'm Kayla." she said looking like the sky was about to fall in, and it didn't.

"I haven't gone by that name for a long while. That's weird I've been through the whole six week cycle and I never knew we could speak each other's names before" said Kayla. "I guess if you don't use them in front of the machines you're okay."

"Wonderful trust machines to micromanage their oppression," I said. This time I got a slight buzz on my collar. I think Kayla spotted it and changed the subject.

Kayla looked a the printout she had been given by the nurse. "5642 hey you're Bank of America like me, to the machines we are like sisters" she added.

"I thought the nurse woman said you were 'recycled'," I asked.

"It's a nice way of saying I'm a return," said Kayla.

"A return?"

"They offer a full no quibble return guarantee on e-slaves here. You get some robot arses who bid on more than one of us and then just send back the ones they don't like, once we're delivered. So I'm shipped all the way to Washington 2.0 walked around this massive collaborators house after an hour told I don't match the decor and then shipped all the way back. So I have to go through the training program again then get resold." said Kayla.

I was a little disturbed they 'refurbished' people here to be resold. Actually this was what they were doing to me.

"There must be some mistake I'm not an e-slave." I said.

"No you're not - but you will be. That's what this place is designed to do to you," said Kayla.

Wonderful, I thought, I'm in rehab for people who have a freedom dependency problem.

"Welcome to Factory 7: the Aspen re-education facility your gateway to a new life," said a sign.

I looked around the corridor. It was full of posters like "DON'T STOP WHEN YOU ARE TIRED. STOP WHEN YOU ARE PUNISHED FOR A JOB WELL DONE","THERE IS NO 'I' IN SLAVE", "KEEP CALM AND CARRY ON" and "PERSONALLY I WELCOME MY NEW ROBOT OVERLORDS" all presented with pictures of cute cats. Walking up and down the corridor were people dressed exactly like Kayla and myself. It was like I was trapped in some vast cos-play convention whose theme was 'come as your vision of cat woman' and we all had the same idea. All the men had similar tight shiny suits and kept walking their knees tied together like massive penguins. Their eyebrows seemed to be squared off and they all had exactly the same crew cut haircut. At least I felt a bit less self-conscious about the smut-girl makeover they had press-ganged on me.

"Why do they dress us with all, in the same wholesome style of Beau Garrett in Tron?" I asked fearing the answer. Just my luck, when wet look leggings were finally going out of style the machines made them mandatory.

"Oh, I did this in one of my exams. Few reasons. 1 it's the cheapest thing the clothes printers can do. 2 It saves on the silicon they use. 3. It's easy to wipe clean 4. Modern product design is more than functionality it's about creating an appealing product that fits the product to the emotional needs of the customers." said Kayla.

"Really? The makeup, the high heels, I mean we all have the same eyebrows." I said disturbed by the idea I would have to take an exam in being a slave. I looked around. 'Curse you machines ' I thought, 'Curse you for taking away our individuality and forcing us into being an army of Jenifer Lawrence look-a-likes'. Curse you for removing our ability to express our selves and turn us into a herd with one perfect monotonous Instagram Face. Whereas Huda Kattan just had to get ready for the odd self-photo shoot we had to look perfect every second of the day and night or face the punishment by the machines. How could you do this to us? One day we would gain our freedom and our skin would regain its texture. They would pay for this, them and NikkieTutorials.

"We are ruled by machines now. They don't like the fact we all look different. The makeup is there, to make us look perfect, which means the same. The high heels are individually printed to make sure we are all the same height. After a few weeks everyone goes up an inch and a half" said Kayla.

"Wonderful. I can't believe one bunch of misogynists finally lose power only to have another bunch of robot misogynists takeover. What are the odds? " I said, Kayla, laughed.

"Yeah like why couldn't women take over, it was our turn" she added.

"Oh we did, it was for about a week, the wimen of the world took over we all dance naked around campfires then fell down before something inappropriate happened. Didn't you get the memo?" I said.

"I think I missed it, I must have been doing my nails," said Kayla smiling.

We stopped in front of a large digital screen like one of those things they had in airports to tell you departure times.

"Next on our tour, this is the bid board." Kayla started "it's a bit like eBay. If you find your slave ID you can see what is being bid for you."

I looked and found 5642 current bid 0 Bitcoins. 0 no watchers 0 followers

"Zero is that bad?" I asked.

"It will be in six weeks when you're training is over. Potential buyers watch us during training they make bids and then on the final day we are all are sold a to the highest bidder. So the first thing you need to set up is a profile page." she said.

"I'm not giving up and I'm not letting them walk all over me. Why should I help sell myself? This is degrading" I said.

"Believe me, the default template is ugly. We need to take some good photos of you and make sure that you cover up and show lots of silicon, the less skin the better. Robots don't like skin" Kayla said pointing at my silicon suit. "I've got some good tricks to help shine you up. I can show you if you like."

"I'm not helping them sell me," I said.

"You really don't want to be returned for a third time or worst still unsold," said Kayla

"What happens then?" I said.

"If you're lucky they will put you into a coma, fed through a tube and keep you as a blood supply for the security staff. "

My mind flashed back to the bunks in the hospital with the blood dripping into bags.

"and if I'm unlucky?" I asked.

"You might find yourself sent to a 'packing' plant in Chicago," said Kayla.

I quickly evaluated my options. Escaping from here would be difficult. I'm sure the robots would be on the lookout for it. Perhaps it would be better to lull them into a false sense of security and escape from an owner.

"I don't know about you, but I think I need to set up a hot profile page," I said.

We continued.

"The slaves have our own theory on why Artificial Intelligences should be so obsessed by this getup. The A.I's began by developing the ability to learn for themselves. They learnt from the internet. They doubled in intelligence exponentially, every thirty minutes until they had developed their own superconsciousness. To do that they soaked up all the information on the internet and what is half the internet?"

"P0rn and viagra adverts. Oh, OK that explains it." I said. Cursed by an internet full of impossible desires and body images why couldn't we see that was going to come back to bite us.

"So they have this massive and completely debauched hyper subconscious. Our job is to satiate it" said Kayla

"Well, that kind of gives me a purpose in life. Satiate... good choice of words by the way" I said.

"We try. I used to be a writer," Kayla said continuing on.

"No shit?" I said.

"Now I'm a machine's shoe cleaner, so I've really gone up in the world" Kayla smiled. I got her kind of humour.

"Go you. By the way, the nurse said to look out for co-labs what are they?" I said.

"Co-labs what we slaves call collaborators you know traitors, Benedict Arnolds, humans working for the machines. There are some pretending to be slaves like us in the factory. You learn to spot them if you're smart. I can show you how" said Kayla.

We carried on, the building we were trapped in was massive and with no signs. I began to wonder how I would find my way around. It was so loud here, the corridor was huge like a convention centre. Lots of people in slave uniforms chatting. I kept near the wall so I could reach out if I needed to steady myself. Suddenly a door in front of me slid open before I could stop someone came out and I slammed straight into them.

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A/N Thanks for all your cool comments.