A/N Picture - FYI A massive Pussy bow in case you didn't know what one was - kids you don't want to type that into google without safe search enabled.

/The External City/Rockwood's personal self driving vehical/back seat

Jenny's POV

Rockwood seemed to have a good knack for getting me to do dangerous things I wouldn't normally do. I have had friends who hand attempted to get me to do things like bungee jumping, sky-diving or having my long hair cut. They had all failed. His success might be something to do with the collar around my neck or the robots he had available, or his ability to bend girders with his fists, I don't know. In this case it was the ominously and shockingly named breeding party. I wonder if broodmare's have a similar feeling of disquiet? Just when I thought I understood him, he did something unexpected like this.

"You realise I look ridiculous don't you? M.A.S.T.E.R" I said.

I sat in the car clutching the printed invite on the way to Judas city. The invite was to the senator's 'Reading club', this was the cover for the illegal breeding party. On the one hand, you could say I was dressed incredibly elegantly for a beautiful soirée. Next to me was master in his perfect tuxedo complete with black tie. I could have felt exactly like I was on the set in a dangerous and glamorous spy film. Unfortunately the only thing that interrupted this was the slave harness I was dressed in. I felt halfway between a performing pony and a toddler with one of those walking reins. I was living in cruel relentless times, a world which would in time lose the spelling of the word 'choice'.

"I think the combat high heels really work well for you or do you mean the bow? Having the bow rather set your eyes off" said Rockwood. "Camera check".

Rockwood had the pussy bow made so it looked like the camera was covered but in fact it was secretly recording or possibly he just wanted me to look like a wingnut. He was clearly up to something but what it was he wouldn't share. #DEC held up a pad for him to look at. Rockwood was able to use me as elaborate mirror to check his meticulous grooming out. The bow was part of the Reading club 'dress code'. The instructions specifically stated that all accompanying slaves should have their cameras obscured for the 'privacy of our reading club members', yeh right. Let's face it men are willing to break the law just to allow them to openly admit to reading Jane Austen.

They might have got away with it if they had called it Book-aholics anonymous. "Hi my name is Jenny and I have a book problem. It started when I was little and it's been growing ever since. now my addiction has taken over my life. I tried all the usual tricks to cut down like never reading alone or never reading before 12 o'clock. Sometimes I find myself binge reading an entire book in a day. And when I've finished I start to get withdrawal symptoms and I'm looking for the next book, it's starting to hurt people, I keep thinking the thoughts of the imaginary people, I know its got to stop." now that's believable.

"Don't think I don't realise that this whole spy camera business is just away to trick me into going along with all this. Highness" I said.

"Nonsense if I wanted you to do something I'll just electrocute you into you do it" he said. Which is right I guess. He did used #DEC and 6502 to force me into the harness. Being a slave harness, once I'm in I can't get myself out.

"MESSAGE FROM MASTER COM CHECK" said my collar.

It turns out you can send and receive text messages from the collars. These things are supposed to be user-friendly, so how am I expected to find this stuff out? Do they really think people (okay slaves) would be standing around in these collars and then experimenting holding the speak button down for long periods or double-clicking it? Do they really expect us to just discover some vital functionality in the collar you don't have access to in any other way. And it's not as if the language recognition is perfect either so I can say Siri open the pod bay doors but if I say 'opened the pod bay doors Siri' nothing happens. So you really have to be taught how to say something. I mean the kids in Harry Potter get sent to school for seven years to learn all these wand commands how am I supposed to just pick them all up? I looked at the remote control in masters hand(he didn't need it just made him look cool) and said Siri expelliarmus. Nothing happened. It was worth a try but that doesn't mean to say that other commands didn't work. how was I supposed to know?

"Siri send a MESSAGE TO MASTER: WHY ON EARTH ARE YOU DOING THIS ANYWAY. WHAT'S THE POINT OF GOING TO A BREEDING PARTY?"

"MESSAGE FROM MASTER: I THOUGHT IT WOULD BE DIVERTING"

"MESSAGE FROM PET: YOU WORRY ME"

"I noticed you looked at that slaveipedia page on domestication. You know the Russian experiment showed they could produce tamed Foxes in just three generations. In 60 years they could breed humans who would follow their slave masters around without the need for collars" Rockwood.

"MESSAGE FROM PET: SO WHY DON'T THE ROBOTS DO IT?"

"Is that your question I have to answer then?" said Rockwood.

"No, I'm still saving it" I said. "I mean the collaborators aren't smart to do genetic engineering but the new mechanical order could have the Monsanto of human domestication" I said.

"MESSAGE FROM MASTER: SMART WOMAN. GET ALL THE PICTURES I NEED AND I WILL TELL YOU WHY THE MACHINES DON'T DO IT ALTHOUGH I'M SURPRISED YOU CAN'T GUESS. SPEAKING OF WHICH NOW GO THROUGH THE PICTURES ONE MORE TIME"

Rockwood showed me some pictures again on a pad. And There were certain people he wanted to be sure but I met and by met he meant recorded. I went through them each time my collar reminded me who they were.

"Senator Fox, Council leader Grayson. No one, Council Member Bob, No one." I said going over all 12 faces plus the fake nobodies he had me distinguish them from. We went over them a couple of more times into I got 100% accuracy.

"I have a present for you in the glove compartment. " he said I reached over and opened the glove compartment.

"Your supposed to wait that until I tell you" he said slightly annoyed.

"I'm sorry if I'm nervous" I said.

"I'm sorry I'm nervous master," he reminded me.

"Grr. Oh this is nice!" I said pulling out a posh looking box.

"It's Roja Parfums Goodnight's kiss. It's about 90 Bit coins - about 2000 old dollars per bottle."

I looked at him strangely.

"What does it make me do?" I asked suspiciously.

"Nothing. It would have to be much more expensive to give you feel things like to say gratitude, thankfulness, possibly even delight who knows. " he said. OK, so this was classic perfume.

I gave the bottle a slight sniff.

"Wow! I'm getting an immediate obedience rush. Master" I said. I knew it was all in my head but I felt more complient.

Rockwood smiled, "With over tones of sandle wood. compliance , jasmine and just a hint of obsequiousness. I picked it because it should technically be the worst clash with oblivion. This way if anyone offers some oblivion you have the perfect excuse to say no. now we must remember to..."

"Take any unopened packets offered Master." I repeated from my pre-car lecture.

"Thanks right," he said.

I was very nervous at this stage. If a robot caught me with my camera covered then I will be in trouble, if the reading club members caught me with my camera uncovered I would be in trouble. Trouble in this case would be very very painful possibly lethal. I felt deeply humiliated by the harness and the bow, I looked like a mer-poney which someone had given to someone as a overly cute Valentine's Day gift. I think I was more humiliated by the fact he wouldn't share his plans with me.

"MESSAGE FROM PET : IF I GET CAUGHT DOING THIS I COULD BE IN SERIOUS TROUBLE AND BY SERIOUS I MEAN DOGMEAT LEVELS OF TROUBLE"

"MESSAGE FROM MASTER. MOST SLAVES WOULD BE GRATEFUL I'VE ADDED A SLIGHT AIR OF DANGER AND ADVENTURE TO AN OTHERWISE DULL AND BORING PARTY THANK YOU VERY MUCH"

"MESSAGE FROM PET: WHY ARE WE SHOUTING OVER THE TEXT MESSAGING SYSTEM?"

"MESSAGE FROM MASTER: it's traditional. And no emoticons"

"MESSAGE FROM PET: ;-("

Rockwood held my hand which was more a way to make sure I didn't open the door and run at lights as much as a reassurance. I was playing the role of slave, but I didn't have to enjoy it. So I looked out at the city beyond. I looked at the thin layer of snow outside like dust sugar sprinkled slightly over a cake. I imagined the radiation out there behind the leaded windows. I had never so desperately wanted to run away yet I was so aware of how critically hard it would be to survive beyond the heated comfort of the car. The car slowed and I could see a police checkpoint either side of checkpoint were large sentinel machine guns capable turning the car into a metallic Swiss cheese within seconds.

A human guard in a hazmat anti-radiation suit came up. The window round down and Rockwood took the invite and handed it out of the window. The cold Nebraskan air crawled into the car like an uninvited guest. I held my breath, I knew the radiation dose was low, but didn't stop me worrying about it. I knew the collars could detect slight changes in body chemistry indicating the imminent on set of cancer but I didn't want to put it to the test. The security guard scanned the invite with a special reader then handed it back. The driverless car pulled off and the window closed. I was shocked by The sudden chill. Rockwood looked behind - we were being followed by a police motor bike to make sure we went were we said. It looked like these collaborators didn't trust a cyborg, I was with them on that.

"The good news is there's no X-ray machine this time. We are going to a private house so it doesn't matter" said Rockwood.

'That's a good idea. Remind the girl that that every time she enters this city she engages in near death experiences.' I thought.

"Yes I think my radiation doses are the same. Master" I said.

"look I understand you're nervous" started master.

"Will you get out of my head." I said annoyed at the way he could read my mind.

"I don't need to read your mind to tell that you're nervous the fact that you ask #DEC 20 times if your collar departure plan had been correctly registered and that the 4G signal was working properly would tell anyone " he said. He was right I had looked on in mild terror as the house Wi-Fi signal degraded. It had felt like I was in a tank of water that was slowly filling up to the top. Last time I checked however I was still alive so it was working.

"MESSAGE FROM PET: ;-("

"I said no emoticons" said Rockwood.

We began to drive past the huge tall towers of the stacked mansions which formed judas city. As we drove passed a massive square spider the size of three floors. It was busy 3D printing another building. Each turn-coat traitor got 5 floors and about 200 rooms each. Except for our host who had a ten floors penthouse. There was no one out on the streets. I guess the city fathers were rather pleased that any hobos would just die from radiation poisoning within a few days, so keeping the city neat and tidy.

I looked out at the window and spoke "I always felt every city, every place, every neighbourhood has a soul, but this one feels.."

" tenantless. A bitter void within a bitter void? You feel that too huh?. Now pay attention, this is Judas City, best I mean best, slave manners," said Master.

"I hear and obey Master" I said. I didn't like this stuff, and I fundamentally objected to it. On the other hand anything which drew attention to me and to my tiny pinhole camera lens it would be enough to get me thrown off a high balcony. So I was going to be a fabulous slave girl for the evening, 'subjugation with a smile' thought agent '#160A'

#160A's POV

As the car drove it's self, my collar Wi-Fi kept offering to connect up to the hundreds of home bases in the city.

"Would you like to join Mistrees Unicorn- 3032 wifi connection?".

"Would you like to join HELP ME MY MASTER IS EVIL 9120's wifi connection?"

" Would you like to join Justin bier 303 wifi connection ?"

"Would you like to join Wayne LaPierre 0007 wifi connection?"

It kept offering until I found a way to switch it off. I compared the electric lights of Judas city to the fires in the ruined remains of LA. The car drove straight into one of the tallest buildings and straight into a car lift and we all started going up the floor after floor. My ears popped and then popped again. The senators mansion was the top 10 stories the tower. We rolled out into the 540th floor. I pulled out the small chilled suitcase which contained and emergency blood supply. I check the seals as I had been taught. I got the impression he was expecting to do some heavy thinking tonight, but why?. The only downside was that if this wasn't enough I would be expected to be the live supply. The very thought of it made me hot and weak at the knees.

After waiting for another car we pulled up in front of the huge main entrance. The foot slave opened the door to the car and Master went out first. The short leash followed and I was pulled out of the car with it. Had half expected to emerge into a Flash Flood of paparazzi. That would probably not be in the secret societies favour. The car doors shut the car left to go and find somewhere to park it's self.

As I got out I saw myself in some of the mirrored walls. I emerged out of the clothes printer that afternoon dressed in a fairly fabulous outfit. It was still largely based on the standard slave catsuit but this time had a kind of rainbow sheen to it like I was part fish. It was like I was wearing a long silicon evening dress except the dress had been cut down the middle only cover one leg. To match it I wore some detailed makeup. It was the kind of hyper complex stuff that would be too difficult and intricate for a human to do. The bow spread out behind my head into a large ark. Clearly someone wanted me to look my best. The only downside was the Italian leather harness.I look down myself it looped around my thighs, my waist and chest and fitted me very tightly. if I wanted to go bungee jumping off the top of the Hall I now had the perfect equipment. The leash went through the chest plate. I felt super embarrassed.

"MESSAGE FROM MASTER master. Your a smart, well dressed woman... who isn't going to die(tonight)"

"MESSAGE FROM PET: GEE - THANKS. MAR-SSS-TEERRR"

We walked to the doors were again opened by more slaves and into the entrance space here a slave stood there taking coats. Without looking Master handed me his it weighed a ton.

" MESSAGE FROM PET: WHATS IN THIS? - I WAS NEARLY CRUSHED BY YOUR COAT"

"MESSAGE FROM MASTER: THAT WOULD BE THE HEBRIDEAN WOOL OR THE RADIATION PROOF WOVEN LEAD LINING"

'Great he get's the lead lined coat. I get to looked like I'm trying out for the dressage event.' I thought.

"MESSAGE FROM MASTER. I HEARD THAT"

I went to the coat slave with his coat and portable Blood Bank. As I did the thin steel cable unrolled from the retracting leash he held me on. I had to be quick because tripping somebody up on this would be my fault. The coat slave was an old man who looked familiar.

"hey aren't you YCF girl?" said the man in a Irish accent.

"Maybe, aren't you Bob Geldof" I said.

"Yehr I was. haven't you heard celebrity slaves are all the rage the moment? Want to hear something funny?" said Bob.

"sure"

"The robots haven't taken Ethiopia, so the locals there organised a pop concert to raise awareness of my imprisonment. They are there singing freeeeee Bob Geldof and I'm here."

"That's nice of them" I smiled.

"What goes around, comes around I guess. Do I have to plug this in ?" his head indicating the small metal suitcase.

"No it's got batteries which should last all evening but if it starts blinking red find me" I said.

I had to put my neck to the ID reader which registered his coat with his slave. While he did I noticed that there was another mini Blood Bank in the corner it looked like there was more than one cyborg at this event.

"Heel" said master tugging on my collar. So I said goodbye and followed the leash.

MESSAGE FROM PET "THERE IS ANOTHER CYBORG HERE"

MESSAGE FROM MASTER "THAT MIGHT BE ZOLA"

I handed Master the invite and the doors to the main party opened in front of us. I was also getting a bit nervous about the whole breeding aspect. I had told him that the collaborators were playing god. Rockwood had shamed me about it. As a kid I had a pedigree cat, where did I think they came from? I guess the machines and collaborators would start breeding humans for fun and profit the same way we had done to the animals we fed and cared for. If slaves had a value then it seemed almost inevitable that someone or something would try to raise that value by exaggerating those traits. On the restricted slave Wikipedia my collar had told me in . I had convinced my self as the least tamed slave in the house it was unlikely to be domestic human's grandmother.

Then I realised that think Tinky might be there as well and the prospect of a easy supply of oblivion made everything much more tense.

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