Hi, thanks to everyone who help read us up to 19,00 reads. Phenomenal. Thanks for your votes, most of all thanks for making Cyborg's pet #5 in SciFi hot. This chapter continues our dalliance with fanfic. Hope you like it. We would love comments. RK+Reb.

22 seconds into the future. Washinton2.0/Mall of humanity/Odalisque at Home/e-slave toilets (ungendered)

I've got something for you" said Harry. Pulling my glove up exposing my wrists.

"What is it?" I asked. Harry took a black sachets packet hidden in his skin-tight slave suit, ripped it in two and rubbed the wipe inside on my wrists. It was still warm with the heat of his body.

"Smell it" he commanded.

I did, it smelt like Teen spirit but with hints of Jasmine and Fresh Coffee, it was lovely.

"What is it?" I asked.

"It's called Oblivion. It's a secret slave thing. The Robots and Cyborgs can't smell it. It's only for us. Don't tell them about it" he said. rubbing it gently on my wrists and behind my ear."If you like it I've got plenty more" said Harry. Giving me a couple more sachet packets.

"Thanks it smells wonderful," I said.

"It helps you be wonderful," said Harry leading me back to the shop.

We got to the iCollar area. It was made of tables, not shelves and looked pretty minimal, but there were lots of support slaves walking around. The masters had their own areas, and I appreciated that with iCollar even the slaves got some nicely designed stuff. Harry took me over to one of the support slaves who sat me on a stool. The slave was lovely and relaxed.

"Hay Tinky hows it hanging?" said the slave.

He was called Mike09. Apparently, all the slaves were called Mike. I thought it was a nice touch. Mike plugged my collar in and looked down at the table. The table was like a 5foot iPad full of diagnostics and data about my collar. I thought Master wouldn't mind as they weren't going to 'upload' anything just look.

"Wow this is a new collar it's practically factory settings," said Mike.

I looked down; Mike had a slightly larger chunkier version of my iCollar. His wrists had large bracelets like mine, but his were covered with digital readouts.

"I'm just out of a training collar," I said.

"What was it?" said Mike while he looked.

"I don't know the make it was called Cortona. "

"I had one of those once. Did it have that annoying apps that kept going 'I notice you're trying to open a door would you like me to help you open a door'."

"No, but it did keep making this annoying whistling sound. I kept turning around because I thought I heard someone talk behind me. The sound on this one is amazing"

"It's fantastic eh? Better than my old headphones. I managed to download my entire music collection on it."

While Mike worked I looked down on the table. There was one section marked 'memories' I touched on it and this timeline appeared with pictures. On it sat words and things I had said. I scrolled by my saying "I don't think so they did an enormous amount of work to me.." then back further in time near the beginning. I noticed "terrific he can text straight into my brain". I had just thought that to myself. I clicked on it and caught a picture of Sir looking concerned for me. It was odd looking down on my life so far. Then I noticed some words in orange.

"What are the words in orange?" I asked.

"Words and phrases that are forbidden or trigger words. This is what your Master or Mistress sees so it brings to their attention then they can watch the collar cam recording to hear it in context. It's about 80% right. Red words are you know red words like the one beginning with e. "

I guess he meant es, escape.

"Green indicates positive statements. Indicates you're settling down. The blobby line is how much you're telling the truth or lying" he explained.

While Mike talked, I looked there were some orange words which where time stamped in the night. The image was black.

"It says I'm saying stuff when I'm sleeping," I said.

"Some people sleep talk. Have you never been shocked awake at night for saying a forbidden word?" Mike asked.

"No," I said.

"Lucky you. The neural sensors pick up speech that you don't say, so they trigger more than cheap microphone based collars." Mike added.

"That's how my mistresses second husband was caught. She was looking at his e-slaves life stream and found her talking in her sleep" said Harry.

"She divorced him for sleeping with his e-slave?"

"No, who would do that for sleeping with your own slave? His e-slave knew the mistress who the husband was cheating with. Anyway I came down to see if you had any games for her" said Harry.

"Sure plenty. We have a special app store of ePet safe materials hand-picked by editors to be both fun and educational." said Mike sounding like he was just saying what Siri had told him.

"I'm not supposed to download anything" I said.

Knowing everything was being recorded in that so much detail was pretty weird. Every second of every day in high definition. I kind of knew it, but I wasn't aware if you get me? It was my own personal Edward Snowden moment. In the old days, oppressive regimes had censors standing by fax machines to stop forbidden information. Now I was my own personal sensor filtering out the information I shouldn't know about.

"What happens to all this data?" I asked.

"It's compressed and backed up to the cloud" said Mike.

"Everything?"

"Your whole damn life, every breath, every second" said, Mike. He meant my whole dam life from collaring. The machines didn't like us not coming in batches. Our lives began on delivery day hence the new birthday. To the machines, I was just a month or two old. Realising what my collar cam recorded made me as stupid as a three-day old.

"Your master is urgently calling you turn left from your current position" said Siri.

"Sorry, I have to go. Master is calling" I said.

"Tinky isn't that one of your fans over there" said Mike looking. We looked over. There was a nice looking girl in a tight dress looking at booster batteries.

"I don't know. There all so beautiful it's hard to tell them apart" said Harry.

I looked back, and Mike was sitting up quickly.

"You do have the default games. 123 and Tetris but you need contacts for Tetris" said Mike as he unplugged me.

Harry covered his camera with his hand and whispered. "If your master brings you along to the mistresses breeding party. I'd love to see you again." then he bent forwards and gave me a number 3 kiss. "See you later YCF girl," said Harry as I left.

As I got back to Master again, I felt much more at ease, More relaxed. I could smell the Oblivion on me, I think it lifted my spirits, made me feel more confident and it just helped me feel less anxious. May be it was being with Harry.Actually, I wasn't anxious about being a slave anymore. I wasn't annoyed; I was completely fine with it. Suddenly I was comfortable with it and that lifted this huge weight of self-loathing off me. I felt ten tons lighter.

"Here she is" said Master as I approached almost floating down the corridor.

"Faster faster" he said. I rushed up and he headed me a bag of shopping which I took.

"Pay for everything" he said while talking to the senator.

Master pointed at the black rectangle on the desk. I just put my neck to the pay point.

Master continued to talk to The Senator and her friend smiled. He touched my bottom.

"Collar Pay activated. Can you confirm that your master is present and has authorised the purchased? Disinformation will result in your self-destruction"

"Siri Yes" I said.

"Tell master the 12.454 bit coins has been transferred from his PayPal account " said my collar.

My collar flashed the blue light and Master released me. Which was odd. Part of me was 'now I'm just master's man purse, brilliant I can now be used to pay for things, and I can't even own money. I wonder where he's going to decide to stuff his spare change.' But part of me was 'wow I can be really useful to master in a whole new way, that's so wonderful. So what if it's degrading and a personal affront to my dignity. Apart from being a the mass murder and support for a totalitarian regime he's a guy nice really. It's a real pleasure too, you know, give something back. This guy hardly punished me; perhaps that's my problem. He should correct me more if I'm to improve, and I'd be a better slave.

I took the receipt and after my collar told me to eat it. It was odd, but I couldn't remember why I had problems with this the first time. I guess it was just practice.

I stood there as the senator and her friend called me a bunch of terrible names to my face. So she refers to me a floor-licker which my collar explains is a term the slave owners use to denigrate slaves. I know something is wrong because instead of feeling upset I'm wondering well maybe she's right. I'm just so happy it's all I can do not to start smiling when she calls me a pitiful excuse for a semi-evolved tree swinger who would need several years of remedial education to graduate as a birdbrained bimbo. At this point master tugs the leash and tells them he has to get back to work and leads me off.

As we walk towards the exit area, I'm trying really hard to put one foot almost directly in front of the other like I'm walking a tightrope. I don't normally bother to 'catwalk' like I was taught at the factory, but I thought given we are in public I would try to make him look 'good' by trying to be my slinkiest behind him. My glorious cyborg overlord, looks back and pulls me closer while we catch the lift to the security station he asks.

"What did you think of the senator?" and I know I'm feeling funny when I say "If master wanted me to have an opinion I'm sure he would just beat it into me" I said. It's like I'm trying to be funny, but I'm too happy to hit the line. Master looks at me with a raised eyebrow.

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Soon we sat in the Osprey going back. He told #DEC to go to sleep and she leant over and almost instantly was out. Wow good slave craft I think, I must be indoctrinated into doing that for him some time. I sat next to the window. Master sat next to me close up against use. Flesh against flesh. Master seemed very happy. For no reason, I felt happy he felt happy. I couldn't feel angry at him anymore for the video trick. After all, I'm just a disused sex object what do I know? He sat next to me on the plane and I could feel his hand touching my thigh through my soap bubble thin slave uniform.

"See that area over there it's the neutral zone between the Machine city and Judas City. Humans and robots can both go there. That black building is the new museum of human art which is nearly complete. That big building behind it is the museum of humanity. It's a kind of monument to all the great achievements of mankind - we should go there sometime. See behind that third tower, that black pointy thing is the Eiffel tower shipped from the ruins of Paris. It's been lovingly restored, using vintage materials and using vintage humans as labour, under machine supervision naturally. That big mess nearby will be the Pyramid of Giza it's still being shipped. Also made using reproduction slave labour. That whole area will be surrounded by the Great wall of china. They are going to put rides in for kids, it's going to be somewhere generations of robots and the odd human can come and wonder at the achievements of mankind.." said Master collapsing.

"Are you OK?" said Master looking at my eyes me.

"Yes Master, very OK Master. Is there anything I can get you Master" I said.

"Your quite" he said.

"Thank you master. I loved master's monolog" I said, which was true. All those great civilisations based on slavery. After a 150 year hiccup of freedom which was tiny by comparison to the 2000+ years of Ancient Egypt, mass human slavery was back, shiny and new, Yay.

Master grabbed my face and looked into my eyes. I looked into his. His eyes were violet but with flecks of gold and silver, and very very lonely. I smiled. Master pulled my collar forwards and sniffed my ears.

"What were you given?" said Master.

"Sample packet of Soylent green and a Christian Dior make-up-printer sampler cassette make up printer cartridge, free bag,Some perfume samples and bunch of leaflets " I said.

"What was the perfume called?" he asked firmly. Yummy firm voice.

"Oblivion I think" I said pulling the sample sachets out.

Master sat back.

"ahh Oblivion, that's serious. I thought the last Oblivion dealer had been caught, but they never found the lab that made it" he said.

He looked at me "Are you curious about what Oblivion is?"

"No not unless master wants me to be" I said honestly. I mean it smelt nice what more is there to know? I don't know what they put in No7 either who is dull enough to read lists of contents?

"Oblivion isn't normal perfume it's full of abnormal psychopharmaceuticals. It leaks into you skin. When you sniff it goes straight to your brain. It's a banned performance enhancement drug for slaves. It inhibits the parts of your brain to do with independent thought, self-initiative, dampens your critical abilities" he said.

Wow, that means if I fail the blood test. I won't be able to win slave of the year award.I put my permission to speak light on. He waited for a second so waited for permission.

"Speak" he said finally giving in.

"Clarification: Surely that's a good thing. Doesn't Master want me to be subservient to him Master" I said.

"Believe me when I come to decided I want you to be subservient to me I won't need any Oblivion to help me. After the third or fourth use, the stuff becomes seriously addictive. Then it slowly erodes your brain until you end up little more than a zombie, completely dependant upon your collar to do even the simplest task. You would even sleep standing up if you're not told to lie down. You lose the power of speech and can just walk around going err err. You forget everything your friends your memories until don't know who you. You can't remember a for more than a second. The brain damage is irreversible." said Master.

I so loved masters monologs. This one even had pretty zombies in it.

"I don't want you to have this Oblivion again understood? Do you want to know why?" he said.

I nodded.

"Kiss me" he said.

I did as I was told, it felt nice. It felt nice inside.

He pulled away and slapped me hard on the face.

"Kiss me again" I did. Again lovely partly due to my nice warm cheek.

"You didn't kiss any differently. Aren't you a little bit irritated with me for slapping you?" he asked.

"No master, I'm sure Master had a good reason for slapping me and I want to thank you for correcting me" I said.

"What If I told you the Soylent green was reconstituted human meat. Would that disgust you?" he asked

"Yes Master" I couldn't imagine anything worse than being a cannibal.

"If I ordered you to eat it would you?" my glorious overlord said.

"Sure Master" I said without hesitation. After all an order was an order.

"You really are out of your skull on perfume aren't you? I see Jenny is seriously out to lunch. Never take this stuff again understand?" he said. I liked him when he was angry, it was all manly.

I really wanted to feel this good again it was like everything was OK in the world. I really didn't want to say yes.

"Yes, master and high overlord " I said, because it was an order. I so wanted more but my wants and desires don't come into it.

"Is there any personal service master wants me to perform? Any.. thing...at all." I said. Every girl should say that at least twice a day in my book. I gave him a number 5 cute smile. Master huffed.

"No More Oblivion ever, and have a bath when you get home. I'm going to find.. then...." he looked weird his face turned white. "my on board blood chip is out of blood... wake #DEC..." he said

I felt Master Rockwood's face it was cold. I hadn't touched him before, but this didn't seem good. Master leant upon me, and I started to regret admiring such a buff physique. I then noticed the sound of the rotors slowing down. Rockwood was piloting the Osprey and without him we were falling out of the sky. Without him, to give me orders, what would I do?

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