A/N Well it's a wonderful moment - to publish another chapter. 90,000 reads. Remember the Plam pilot reader predicted we would have 100,000 reads on Thursday 29th of October? I laughed then too. So Remember to join us them to find out if the mad cyber witch go it right.

Picture: because nothing says \be an individual and show off your personal style\ than being lined up like cattle. Why does no one say like being liked up like sheep? Or pigs. Why to cattle get all the lining up fun?

Video: OK This is a phenomenally boring program - but in case you don't get the reference to Top Slave. Wow, it's boring. I've seen more exciting spell checkers than this program, RK made be put it in. BBC America must hate us or something. Repeating the story of my uncle's hernia operation now sounds interesting by comparison. Seriously boys watch this? RK's nodding. Wow no wonder Virginia Woolf wrote Orlando.

/Washington 2.0/The Eternal City (aka. Judas City )/Senator McConnell Penthouse mansion

#160A's POV

Rockwood nodded and I handed the invite to another slave footman.

"Lord Rockwood" the slave loudly announced. I stood looking out being suitably invisible but making him look good.

We entered a massive entrance hall. It had been fitted out with a large a neoclassical Antebellum style wide staircase leading to balconies on two floors overlooking the large entrance space. I looked at some of the other slaves on leashes. Most had some excessive neck gear I had. It was like I was trapped in some weird cravat fetishist club. Some of the other slaves looked back me with that 'yeah they made me wear this too' look. The faces of the other slaves ranged from the worse Emo 'I hate my life and I hate you' expression through that spousal 'we arrived, we said hello, can we go now' to the downright offensively perky 'Monsieur Ambassador, with these chocolates, you are really spoiling us' smile. From a quick head count I decided to go with bored girlfriend which was slightly up from spouse bored, with a slight hint of diminutive floor staring this time done in a manner of a tribute to Diana Princess of wales.

"Lord Rockwood so good of you to come," said Senator McConnell approaching Rockwood through the crowd. I stood behind Rockwood trying to look like a kind of glamours bodyguard. I looked at McConnell's she was stunning in all her evil natural complexion.

"YCF girl you came, and don't you scrub up well? I love the harness is it real leather, wonderful workmanship" McConnell said smiling "Darling!, Come and meet my Lord Rockwood" she said.

An old leather-faced man approached. Together they looked like grandfather and granddaughter.

"Dear John here is two years younger than me, but I think I've worn it better than he" she laughed. "I keep telling him to transition early, but I think he has cold feet about it." said McConnell.

"I love what you have done with the mansion," said Rockwood.

"Isn't it wonderful? We got the Imperial staircase from IKEA. we wanted something to work with the piano nobile. The slaves under the direction of my husband took ages to assemble it, kept losing those little keys " said Senator McConnell and everyone politely laughed.

MESSAGE FROM MASTER DO YOU SEE ANYONE?

MESSAGE FROM PET YES YOUR 9 O'Clock.

MESSAGE FROM MASTER IS THAT 9:00 IN THE NEW CLOCK OR THE OLD ONE?

MESSAGE FROM PET. THE OLD ONE. I think it 7 in the new clock or possibly 3.

MESSAGE FROM MASTER WHAT ANGLE?

MESSAGE FROM PET 90

MESSAGE FROM MASTER NO IN RADIANS.

MESSAGE FROM PET !!!! I DON'T KNOW! FORWARDS AND TO YOUR LEFT.

MESSAGE FROM MASTER I SAID NO EMOTICONS!

MESSAGE FROM PET !!!! IS NOT AN EMOTiCON UNLESS YOU THINK HAVING QRADUPLE CHINS IS AN EMOTION!

MESSAGE FROM MASTER IT WAS IN DALLAS

The senator introduced as to a tall heavyset collaborator she only referred to as Master Clarkson.

Master Clarkson looked at me.

"Is that an Aspen model 127/c?" Master Clarkson began. "I thought they had all been recalled?"

"You know your slaves, yes they had" began Master.

MESSAGE FROM PET: THEY RECALLED ME ! OMG I WAS TRAINED BY VOLKSWAGEN

"So why didn't you send her back?" asked Clarkson.

"She wasn't dangerous. It wasn't a safety issue." said Master.

Way to go on making me feel good about my self front.

"I heard they were all useless," said Master Clarkson.

"that's right, defect in training. However, by the time the recall came I had already up cycled her to pet"

MESSAGE FROM PET: YOU DID NOT UPCYCLE ME!.

MESSAGE FROM MASTER: BUT YOU WERE PRE-LOVED.

MESSAGE FROM PET: SO YOU SAY.

"Which explains the leash," said another smaller thinner collaborator slave owner which my collar identified as Master Hammond. These guys seemed really evil but it might have been the English accents.

"Just how fast is she?" asked Master Clarkson.

"Fast?" said Master.

"Yes how fast can she go in those shoes on the flat," said Clarkson looking at me.

"I don't know," said Master "I've never timed her"

"Faster than a Lawrenceville Model 9?" suggested Master Hammond. "I've seen those girls go, five-inch heels. They can get up to near 10 miles per hour in under 5 seconds."

"You see, why I and my colleague here are interested, is we are attempting to create a new TV show here for the eternal city. We're thinking of calling it, Top slave. Each week we take a couple of slaves from different factories and then road test them in different situations. Things like how fast they go, how much they can carry, how obedient they are, things that the ordinary slave owner in the street wants to know about."

"We are looking for some interesting models of slaves which we could borrow and then test out for a few days while filming them," said Master Hammond

MESSAGE FROM PET YOU CAN'T LOAN ME !

"With just finished filming a pilot episode where we took a region one north slave and the region one south slave.." started Clarkson.

I think by region one North they meant Canadian by region one South they meant Mexican. I'm not sure I was just becoming steadily more panicked at this stage.

"and put them through their paces on a frozen lake in Region 1 north," said Master Hammond.

"you see the region one south guy was fast but the region one North guy took corners better."

"it was a bit of a foregone conclusion. The region one north guy was much better in the cold even without snow tires" said Master Hammond.

Master Hammond then looked at me a bit closer.

"is that YCF girl?" said Master Hammond. I tried to look away.

"That was weeks ago I'm surprised anybody ever remembered," said master.

"She'd be perfect for our first episode. We could do a great angle about the failure of North American training against cheaper foreign imported slaves" said Master Clarkson.

MESSAGE FROM PET TO MASTER: KILL THEM KILL THEM ALL. YOU HAVE MY PERMISSION!

MESSAGE FROM MASTER: YOU'RE PERFECTLY SAFE

"Warning excessive heart rate please seek medical assistance" said my collar.

"We could have her up against an Italian model like a Romero 350." said Clarkson.

"Important Cyborg like you? You're single aren't you? Would you regard her as more of a Sports slave or Family slave? I mean the Romero 350 is very much a sports slave, the kind of slave you get during a mid-life crisis." said Hammond.

"Why don't you go and get me a drink, " said Rockwood to me aloud.

"With pleasure Athelu," I said taking my leash. It was all I could do to stop my self from running away.

MESSAGE FROM MASTER: HAVE A LOOK AROUND, TAKE YOUR TIME THIS MAN IS LIKELY TO CRIPPLE YOUR HEARING FOR LIFE WITH DULLNESS. I WILL CALL YOU WHEN I NEED YOU" Master texted. As I walked off other slave owners were attracted to the conversation including one of Master's targets.

"She's neither. I got her as part of a buy two get one free deal" said Master as I walked off.

"We will be transitioning to our new immortal bodies in a few weeks. After tha, we can live for ever making the same programs again and again. What would you say to ..." started Clarkson.

"Well I'm due for a trip to region 1 south," said Rockwood.

I walked around to cool off. The place was huge. There were lots of new slave masters. Some famous owners I recognized from before the war. The place was vast and behind the scenes the slaves were talking wildly as well. Some of the owners were so callous they had even brought their little girl to the party. I came across her on her own, crying, I cheered her up and she went off to find her evil parents. Cleary the collaborators were so desperately trying to establish and us versus them attitude they had brought her along. I was just musing on this when who would I see but the figure of Tinky slinking through the crowd. I lost sight of him, then suddenly felt hands behind me holding my waist with a voice at my neck.

"How is my favourite starlet? You smell wonderful" said Tinky's voice.

"It would not be my first choice," I said obliquely.

"The things my mistress makes me do, but in return, she promised she would arrange a stud session between us" whispered to me. Even though the clash of fragrances I could smell oblivion on him, he was as much user as a dealer.

"Perhaps we could meet later to practice? The house PRISM system has been accidentally downgraded for the night. I'm sure our respective owners would approve" he whispered. That would explain the touching. I noticed a hand reach and slip a sachet up my right sleeve. I found myself tensing up, surrounded by all this horror I felt myself drawn to pulling the sachet out and rubbing it all myself.

"I can't wait to see you later," said Tinky stroking my ass as I moved away.

"MESSAGE FROM PET: TINKY IS EXPECTING ME TO BREED LATER"

"MESSAGE FROM MASTER: DON'T WORRY. WE ARE NOT STAYING THAT LONG"

That was the best news I had heard that night.

At this point, I spotted one of master's targets City Alderman Mandel holding leashes and his girl pet to kiss the androgynous looking boy slave. The pet's didn't look happy, I could see the girl's collar flash as Mandel encouraged her to kiss harder for him. The party was getting started and as more slave owners and their pets arrived it got harder to weave through the crowd. I could feel eyes following me trying to see if I was the 'right' material. As I passed a mistress with a very well built slave I saw her filofax out negotiating dates with a man who had a tall well built slave who could have played Brienne of Tarth. No doubt the mistress was trying to create her perfect male consort. From her fantastic features, she had clearly already transitioned so she was capable of waiting the decades for the offspring to grow and be trained into the peak of physical perfection. From her intense conversation, she wanted her companion for eternity and was willing to make him and his breed line if necessary.

I found the space where slaves picked up drinks with a Masters. I thought walking with one for him would be a good disguise. I queued up for a minute and at the front of the queue was asked a simple question.

"Spat in or not spat in?" said the guy doing the drinks.

I thought for a moment. I hated master , but he was moderately less evil then the owners around me, possibly I was weakening.

"Not spat," I said generously.

"You're lucky," said the slave reaching under the table for the not spat in drinks. Then I remembered the camera was working and felt relieved.

MESSAGE FROM MASTER HOW ARE YOU DOING.

MESSAGE FROM PET: I HAVE SPOTTED 3 TARGETS PLUS I HAVE YOUR DRINK(MASTER)

MESSAGE FROM MASTER: BRING IT TO THE LARGE RECEPTION ROOM (PLEASE)

MESSAGE FROM MASTER: PS IF THERE IS A CHOICE NOT SPAT IN FOR ME. GET A SPAT IN FOR CLARKSON AND HAMMOND. IF YOU WOULD, GRAB THE BLOOD BOX I NEED A REFILL.

The devil could be charming when he wanted, but he was clearly thinking heavily about something. The Wifi was open for the party and my collar reported a number of people digitally checking out my electronic profile. Whatever master was thinking about he didn't want travelling over McConnell's wifi.

Master had moved. My collar directed me to a large reception room which had been setup with rows of seats. The masters were sitting down with their slaves on leashes kneeling on the floor before them. I copied the slaves but could not see over the seats in front of me.

"Item 3 on the agenda for today. What are the most desirable traits we want to breed into our slaves the first? Hopefully, you've all read the report from our subcommittee. And they have suggested that our first priority should be making them look different. Any ideas ? yes at the back"

"Could we make them all bright orange. That's one of the few colors that real people don't have yet" said a voice near the back.

I knelt there fuming, I was real people.

"You're suggesting we breed all our slaves to be orange?" said the chairwoman's voice.

"yes prisoner orange, they did it with carrots" set another voice.

"I was thinking blue was available," someone else said.

"Like the blue man group?" said another.

I looked up to see master turning his head looking at me obviously trying to envisage me as blue or orange.

"See you got your seed stock right there," said someone.

"We just need to get our slaves to breed with them," said another.

The conversation then broke down into two factions arguing about the merits of blue versus orange as the slaves' skin color.

"Well I think there is one obvious solution to our problem," said a woman speaking behind me. The crown became quite. "why don't we have them striped like Zebras"

"That's a good idea,against," said someone.

MESSAGE FROM MASTER "DRAMATIC ISN'T IT?"

He had me connected up to him via Bluetooth so he could text me

"IT'S NOT OFTEN YOUR AT THE BIRTH OF A NEW RACE. RACISTS DOWN THE AGES THOUSANDS OF YEARS FROM NOW WILL BE THANKING US FOR THIS MOMENT CREATING SOMEONE NEW TO FEAR AND DISLIKE" clearly he was loving this - sadist and I mean that in the horrible nasty way not the 50 shades of grey way.

"Let me clarify something. Are you talking up and down stripes or horizontal stripes?" said the chairwoman

"I'm not sure.." said the woman behind us standing up again.

MESSAGE FROM PET TO DO SOMETHING.

MESSAGE FROM MASTER: 10

The conversation shifted on to the ordering of stripes. Some people were worried that having the stripes might make them easily camouflaged. One person said that if all the slaves were blue and orange stripes then if there was a large number of them moving nakedly together it would make them hard to count. Others suggested that blue and orange was a poor clashing colour combination. The problem with this was that Slaves, one said, would always with any interior decor scheme.

"Perhaps Lord Rockwood would like to say something," the chairwoman suggested.

MESSAGE FROM MASTER 9

"I was thinking perhaps pointy ears. You could do it surgically, to begin with. That way slaves couldn't hide as proper people. Then you just pick the pointiest eared people you can find. I thought we could all go for that kind of sexy Vulcan slave girl look."

This wasn't the kind of help I think we needed. I looked up at him in desperation.

MESSAGE FROM MASTER 8

"it's really flexible," he said " we could all play sexy elf games too," he said to me while I glared at him. Pointy ear tips went down really well with the new masters. At least their ideas had the benefits of being impractical I thought.

Fortunately, someone else started up "What we really need are slaves who are deeply into being slaves. I think we should breed them to really not like things like choice or free will. If you offered them their freedom they should spit in your face."

"boring," said Master without moving his lips.

"I don't know who said that. Boring it may be but we need a domesticated human as quickly as possible." said the man's voice again.

MESSAGE FROM MASTER 4

"That's out So - so far we have blue and orange strips plus some kind of pointy ears anything else ?" said the chairwoman.

"Well, I have something to say which has been on the minds of many people I have spoken here tonight. In my well-considered and scientifically validated judgement, I say.... Death to the lactose intolerant! This scourge should be eradicated from our entire slave population"

This was followed by a general note of "well said".

MESSAGE FROM MASTER 3

"So Which first orange blue or pointy ears or lactose intolerance?" said the chairwoman

MESSAGE FROM MASTER 2

The group broke into a massive argument. Went on for minutes. Only to be broken up by a loud whistle.

MESSAGE FROM MASTER 1 TIMES UP.

"This is the reservation police. You are all under arrest for...." Said and authoritative voice.

Everyone started moving. People started covering their faces. It was mayhem Masters slaves everywhere. People were shouting "I'll have your job for this" and "I have the right to breed whoever I like" to the police. Rockwood tugged my leash and pulled me away towards the back of the room. He entered what looked to be hidden door tiny slave staircase.

"This is the advantage of IKEA walls you can always find and unlock the slaves' staircase," said Rockwood pulling me upstairs. It was the same as Rockwood hall but with less space and more plasterboard.

We climbed stairs.

On each floor, Rockwood looked out of the door to see what was happening. People were panicking, police were rounding people up everywhere.

"It was terrible what people were talking about. Master" I said.

"Yes intolerance to lactose intolerance, could you believe it?" he said.

***

Using his strength he kicked a metal door down and we ended up standing on the roof of the building. The cold night air stripped me of any heat.

"Don't worry," he said, "I have an escape plan!".

My heart leapt for joy "You've called your Osprey to pick us up," I said

"Too obvious. The police would see it. Trace it. I'm going to jump off the roof." he said. In the trenches, during the fall of L.A, I had heard things. I knew the cyborgs were fast and strong. One survivor told me they saw one punched through a bank's wall. Cyborgs could jump up a few floors. I wasn't sure they could fall a hundred floors and survive. It seemed beyond the laws of physics.

"What are am I going to do?" I asked.

"We going to jump off the roof together!" he said.

"Are you mad you may be backed up but I'm not. I'll die,"I shouted.

"Well, It's your decision just remember a minute and 10 seconds after I jump off this ledge your Bluetooth connection will die, and so will you by lethal injection. Come on it will be fun. You seriously think I don't have an exit plan? Rule number one always have an exit plan. "

"Rule number two tell your pet about your exit plan," I said.

He looked at me "you could always use your question I promised to answer" he said.

"That's what this is about !- that's what all this secrecy is about isn't it. It's your way of getting out of the whole last question deal! Why you! There is no way I 'm going ask you. Ha ! " I said.

"I'm going to jump off the building," Rockwood told me.

"You do that! You do that coz I'm going to be there with you, because I know you wouldn't do it without some plan. Machine lord thinks I'm too scared to jump with him, really huh?" I challenged.

I could hear gunshots down the staircase. Sounded like the police were after us.

"Lets say it's a trust thing. Take your hand in mine and run! " said Rockwood smiling at me.

"In these shoes?" I said. "High heels are not well designed to vault over buildings with". I felt myself melting - ugh! My Military High heels were converting into flats dam him.

I gave him my hand, it was shaking like a plane breaking the sound barrier.

Rockwood grabbed me and with a manic smile started to run towards the edge of the building with me, I followed along.

The only thing I could think about in that moment was the fact that I actually had a friend who loved to go base jumping. He jumped off a few bridges in this time, and the odd mountain. He told me the buildings are the worst. Being grouped together a gust could easily grab you. Throw you against the side of the building when your parachute it was open. This would collapse the parachute and you would plummet to the ground. He had died , been hit by a car after landing after a particularly easy drop.

"I love going out with you, it's never boring" Rockwood screamed as I fell to my death.

***

OK , We've noticed on a threat to Jenny's life cliff-hanger chapters, don't do well( poor chapter 40 so under read, so alone). So we are going to share a secret with you. Jenny isn't going to die. Sorry, but a lot of readers know I've signed a pledge not to kill Jenny so you can tell she's going to walk away from this unscratched.

The question is how? I mean how can someone jump off a tall building and survive? It's not like Jenny can hide anything under that cool party outfit of hers. She's also carefully stated that parachutes don't work well when base jumping from dense buildings. Also, remember that the buildings of Washington 2.0 have a number of high-level walkways to hit on the way down. We will just remind you that if she was going to use the stretchy leash thing we would have had Rockwood attaching it to something before jumping (he didn't and we don't cheat). Oh - no airships waiting below, it's not like we are writing Steampunk fiction here. That goes for big soft landing mattresses, not stealthy enough. Just to make it totally mysterious we do promise it's 100% feasible with current (pre-take over) technology (no rocket packs/boots etc). RK+Reb.

Now would be a good time to vote/comment/bite your nails.

See you Thursday with the next thrilling instalment of I'm a cyborg's pet.