What do you think of the 'SciFi' titles? By the way FPL =Federal Perkins Loan I didn't know that one either.

Picture Virus jewellery/ Video AI beats poker players. This gives a feel for how well the world's armies did against the AI and Rockwood.

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Location Washington 2.0/Rockwood Hall/Room 404

#160A's POV

"I CAN'T BELIEVE YOU DID THIS AFTER I TOLD YOU SPECIFICALLY NOT TO UPLOAD ANYTHING!" said Master when he got back. He wasn't happy. His time stamp said he was in Tokyo when he got PRIMS e-mail.

I didn't speak.

"That virus got into your collar, the chip up your nose. It could have easily infected all of you, there is no knowing what it could have done. It was designed to spread to everyone. When it does it would have covered its tracks by activating your collar's self-destruct system and kill you. Thank the CPU you are nearly in isolation. I hope you realise I'm going to have to re-collar everyone you've been in contact with?" he

"They say humans are the weakest part of a security system so it's up to you to not to be." Master walked forwards and backwards running this whole thing out. I felt really bad, but it wasn't my fault.

'Virus in my collar?' I wasn't going to stop him I felt dreadful in more ways than one. I guess he meant virus in my collar. He wasn't even raising his voice and that felt far worse.

"This whole complex could have been infected. Everyone, even your friends could have died. You were really lucky that code was written by humans. If it hadn't been riddled with bugs you would be dead by now. That's right humans decided that any slave with a collar, you, are expendable! This is the work of the Seattle Resistance. I've only just found you and I could have lost you! Do you know how that makes me feel! Don't you have any consideration? Not only that they smuggled it in on a game I deleted for a reason. What were you doing playing 123? speak!"

"I taught it is was a sensational disaster," I said.

"What? You taught it is was a sensational disaster " he said.

"no educational. Master" I said but it came out as on rotational plaster.

"You taught it was a rotational plaster?" said Rockwood raising an eyebrow.

"You said you bought it was breakable" ? said Rockwood.

Rockwood bend over grabbed the D ring on my collar and pulled me up. I looked into his eyes, cold like an Eskimo's behind.

"As a companion animal, I am very lenient with your disrespect. I thought you might know the difference between the time to be cute and charming and the time to hold your respect. I am your master and I think I might well spend some time teaching you that silent truth. " he said for a moment I didn't like the look in his eye.

"I keep baying the wrong sing," I said.

"Speak your - terms and conditions," he demand.

"Please christen to this nightmare license bereavement ("license")..." I said.

Rockwood looked at me let go, "Dam autocorrect".

He held his hand out towards me like a stage magician. I think his cyborg powers change my settings.

At this point I googled autocorrect on my collar. It turns out that one supposed advantages of the iCollar was it came with 'autocorrect'. The idea was it 'helped' new slaves by editing out forbidden or unsuitable terms like escape or no and automatically insert useful terms like 'yes mistress' and 'I'd be delighted' or 'no that didn't hurt at all'. It also made sure slaves were PG13. it did this by anticipating the speech and then sending in disruptive sounds like when your writing something and listening to a conversation at the same time. Unfortunately, the current version wasn't tuned to the west coast accent ( or indeed any accent) so smart owners tuned it off.

Now I must admit I quite like the fact people ( OK slaves) can throw in something into the conversation and I can google all about it before they have started the next word. I guess it seems odd I can listen to something so quick but it's like the way you can read a conversation in a book faster than in real life. Being a slave is like being in the army, they way they keep coming up with terms for things like LMAO or MSD ( minimum serving distance,i.e the furthest you can be from your master and still be able to respond to a 'come here now order' within the official time limit). So #6502 can say 'you need to come over to this side of the room so you don't compromise you MSD' and I don't have to go 'huh?' all the time which makes me sound like less of the fraud than I am . Plus a certain cyborg can say things like 'Hilbert' and I can check to see if he's lying/joking.

OK, I've just said something positive about my collar. I don't want to give you the impression that I approve of having this thing around my neck. It's a tool for oppression, I am the oppress-e or what ever the oppressed one in the relationship is termed ( possibly wife). Yes, the metal collar is a device which represents the of removal any hint of freedom, self-determination, shred of dignity or hope, much like an FPL plan. This metal band around my finger is just a machine's way of ensuring you obey, honour and in time love them. It's a symbol I'm the owned thing and someone else is the own-e. It's a contract in titanium and I'm definitely the party of the second part.

Sorry did I say finger? I meant neck, dam autocorrect. So at the moment, I'm going to agree to something which you're going to think I'm pretty stupid to agree to. Believe me, under normal circumstances this wouldn't be near my plate except I'm feeling super guilty oh and he has this thing around my neck which can give me a lethal injection. It would be kind if you would like not judge me, I'm doing this because I'm feeling bad and not because he's like super hot, charming, intelligent, witty and gives me a goey warm melted chocolate feeling inside every time he laughs at my jokes, honestly. For the record, I don't like the cyborg monster in my bed. Although technically I'm in his bed. Back to him being angry about my completely legitimate time spent playing 123 on my collar.

"OK, your sitting at the bottom of a hill a car with a robot is coming down out of control. If you throw your best friend into the electricity subsystem killing them it will save the robot what do you do?"

"Throw them into the subsystem. Master " I said instantly.

"Why ?"

"It's what the best friend would have wanted. Master" I said instantly.

"You see, you see, you said that without hesitating. That's what that game is designed to do. What do you think you would have done if that happened in real life? I removed that free game for a reason. Speak"

"but isn't that what you wanted Master?"

"No, I don't want you brainwashed Jenny. I have plenty of machines. Humans do a rubbish job at being machines. Yes, I'm still happy subjugating yen[you] but this New Humanist notions of turning e-slaves into wet-robots is, in my minority opinion, absurd. The co-lab slave masters are no different from the resistance, why are you humans so willing to turn on the weakest of your own kind? I'll nay ever parse this" he said.

To be honest I hadn't heard much since he called me Jenny.

"This is really serious. Do you ken my options ? I could install an anti-virus program on you but that would slow you down,"said Master.

I'd seen a couple of people running anti-virus programs on them. If you didn't have a really fast collar, The lag from their collar was dreadful as everything was scanned for malware. From the outside it looked like you had some kind of lobotomy. You could see why both master and slave didn't want to do that without good reason.

"I might password protect you." he threatened.

That was more of a pain for the e-slave. If you got password protected no one could talk to you without the password. For the rest of the time, you were mute and possibly deaf. This meant that in your off time you couldn't talk to your fellow e-slaves. For the master, five minutes without giving an order made you need to give him password again. Again another option not popular with masters or slaves, but common in the military apparently.

I flashed the blue light asking permission to speak.

"Speak," he said.

"I promise you, master, I had no idea it was there." I said.

"You know I can just rewind your cam stream and find out?" said Master.

I nodded.

"Open the tele-table. " My blue light came on.

"Speak," said master.

"How?"

"Ask Siri tay ask the wall tay[to] ask the tele-table tay come out" he said.

Okay I'm feeling pretty upset at this stage but I do quite like the way he becomes more Scottish when he's upset.

"Siri ask the wall to ask the tele-table to come out." I said subvocally.

A large table emerged from the floor sideways turned round and presented an iPad screen big enough to play table tennis on. This place was a mix between thunderbirds and a James Bond villain's lair with master as the arch-villain, but that left me as the cat.

"Tell Siri to ask the tele-table to tay show me your tele stream on the day"

I repeated to Siri what he had told me. Great, I'd been reduced to Gwen DeMarco in Galaxy quest. My life stream came up on the large table screen. We scrolled to the day in the Mall of Humanity, then I flicked through to the time near the smart collar seconds of Odalisque at Home.

We watched the event of me talking in the iCollar area. I suddenly felt very exposed. Which is kind of weird I know that I'm under constant surveillance so in theory, I should feel like this all the time. In practice, it just becomes feeling like normal. I try to stop thinking about this and pay attention to the video.

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

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

"I don't know. There all so beautiful its hard to tell them apart" Harry had said slowing down.

We watched it again slowly. It was just possible to zoom in on the table. The fuzzy game's folder was empty. When we looked back app 123 was there.

"Yes?" said Master.

"See I didn't know. Master "

"but you let someone look at your drive. well"

"Mike ? he was a technician. They should be OK " I think.

"Mike... Mike think's he was an operative for the US Military. But in fact... well he is working for General Bitmark. General Bitmark is shall we say my rival. The good General is linked by some back routes to the New-Humanists. Your friendly technician was found dead, collar malfunction last night."

"But no one could organise something that quickly!" I said pointing out the obvious.

"You still don't understand, Artificial Intelligence experiences time at thousands of times that of humans. Your YouTube video went viral in hundredths of a second. I just searched and did a week's work of detective work in the space it took you to say 'Mike? he was a technician'. Our arrival was enough time to set this up and convince a pre-setup sleeper spy to operate. The city of Judas is riddled with routes out of the reservation. The human security teams are nearly useless, spies come and go like Miami airport. Your dead technician Mike received orders on his collar, seconds before you arrived. What's this?" he said pointing at the table.

I tried to blank my mind. He could read it and I had heard something new. He swiped further forwards. He played something Harry had said a little later.

"My mistress sometimes has breeding parties. See if you can get your master to bring you along. I'd love to see you again." Harry had said.

"Which reminds me I received the invitation, that breeding party is next week. It's a formal affair, I've got to wear a black tie you will have to wear a harness apparently. I will need you to do something special for me."

"Yes master," I said to my eternal shame.

"Good. In the meanwhile, I'm going to think of some suitable punishment," he said.

"OMG"

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