A/N Hope you had a good Halloween ( we did ). PHOTO Thought we would add to the 'we are not making this up' list with an image of a multi-touch table yes they actually exist I've seen one. If you believe the A.I computer people this is all ready to happen tomorrow ( hence the 20 seconds into the future timestamp ). You should have been like Reb and gone out in your Rachel Weisz catsuit, over Halloween to get in some practice before the machines really take over ( and don't tell us we didn't warn you when it happens ). The Good news is the Rachel Weisz Halloween cover got more boys reading the book. The bad news is they have to sit through every Joe chapter legs crossed. Good news boys no Joe in this chapter.

Location /Washington 2.0/Rockwood hall/Room 404/Jenny's cage. NMO date 4.669

Jenny's POV

It was a week or so later. I was sitting in my virtual cage as punishment for a particularly lame insult which boarded on praise. ( 'With enemies like you who needs friends' if you must know) Honestly, I deserved my 10 minutes in the sin bin for that one. Meanwhile Rockwood was across the room on the touch table scrolling through my collar cam stream of breeding party.

He was actually in a good mood, apparently, he had got an invite to a huge opening of the Gallery of Mankind from the Colab Senator McConnell. Apparently, Master Clarkson was going up before the New Mechanical Order Court as a scapegoat for the whole thing which pleased me as well.

"Oh you ignorant scum, living is so easy with your eyes closed," Rockwood said about the party guests.

"This is the bit where you jump. You scream so well weeeeee. We should do this again." he said.

"Perhaps next time you could tell me the harness had more balloons than a monster toddler party," I said turning round on my cushion.

Suddenly Rockwood let out a huge expletive which my PG13 collar would never let me say.

"No, No , No, No No No No No No No. Cr@p!" he said It was followed a long and continuous stream of expletives as if he was trying to send some kind message using them in morse code. I had never heard him or someone so worried and upset. It was like he was driving a bus and had just run over a party of nuns then in stopping and reversing had just accidentally hit a party of school children including the presidents' daughter. My stomach twisted what had I done wrong?

"Come here, come here" he shouted desperately. The virtual cage dropped and I got up.

"What's wrong did someone suddenly declare peace with humanity?" I said.

" Did this happen to you?" he said pressing play on my slave cam stream on the table. I looked down and watched.

slave cam stream {

I walked around on my own for a minute. I had an odd sound and traced it back found a tiny corner with a girl sitting in a huge party dress crying. She was cute, round-faced blonde and about seven. I thought it terrible that small children like this with being exposed to such revolting ideas.

"Hi, are you OK? Do you want me to get someone for you?" I said.

"Daddy says I'm not supposed to talk to painted ladies," said the little girl rubbing her eyes.

"It's OK I don't bite," I said.

"Do you know anybody that does?" said the girl.

"Oddly enough I do," I said.

"My name is Jenny, what's yours?" I said kneeling down.

"My name is Jenny too," said the girl.

"See us Jennies need to stick together. Why don't you tell me what's wrong?" I said.

"Your bite-y friend is he evil?" the girl asked.

"Mostly," I said.

"but you not sure?" she said.

"No," I said. Rockwood was far too erratic for full out evil.

"Do you love him?" she said. I liked the way a little girl's minds darted around.

"No I don't," I said. He was a cog in a larger evil shadow over the land.

"Maybe you should. I'm evil" said the girl.

"That can't be true what would make you think a thing like that?" I said getting down to the floor with her.

"I was trying to move my hamsters from one cage to another and one of them got killed it wasn't my fault really she was trying to escape." the girl said.

"See you're not evil, it wasn't like you're trying to hurt them and you're all sorry about it now. If you were evil then you wouldn't cry over them," I said.

"Daddy said I should get rid of all the hamsters since I don't look after them properly. He says I spend all of my time reading science fiction when I should be looking after them" said the girl confusingly.

"What does your mummy say?" I said.

"She says I should bury the dead one in the garden. and I should spend more time looking after the other one, as the one that's left,it will be lonely." said the girl.

"Well, I think your mother is right. What's your favourite sort of science fiction?" I said distracting her.

"Time travel," she said "Do you think time travel exists?"

"Not really. Maybe in our hearts. Look let's find your parents" I said.

"That's OK big Jenny thank you," she said sitting up. It's OK I'm feeling better now. I can find them you go to Mr Bitey, my mum doesn't like me talking to pretty girls either" said the girl getting up.

Just then I got a message from Rockwood. "MESSAGE FROM MASTER: I'M IN THE COUNCIL MEETING JOIN ME"

"You better get to him. I can find my parents" said the girl with a smile running off.

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Rockwood stopped the steam.

"Tell me that didn't happen? Tell me this is all some deranged experience which manifest it's self on camera" he said the look of terror on his face was worrying. It was like he was watching a live broadcast from Hell or the Jeremy Kyle show.

"What's so wrong? It's not like I need a criminal background check to talk to a girl at a party or something." I said suddenly realising that perhaps I did. My collar would warn me, wouldn't it?

"Do you know who she is?" said Rockwood.

I ran through a number of choices. Harry Styles and Taylor Swifts love child? Brittany Spears younger sister? Senator's McConnell's mother in some extreme transitioning accident. My best guess was it was someone important's daughter I couldn't be more wrong.

"McConnell's daughter?" I said.

"Seriously? Does this face look like it would be worried if you had done something McConnell's daughter? You could have nailed McConnell's daughter to a tree and thrown her off the top the roof and I wouldn't have noticed. This" he said pointing wildly at the girl "is only the most important F******G person on the entire planet"

I looked down on the girl in deep confusion. What had happened did the machines managed to make a deal with Satan and managed to embody the antichrist in the form of a small girl kind of Damialiena style?

"Slow down, drink a mental margarita and just explain to me who she is...... Master" I said.

"That's the Central F******G Processing Unit! You just spoke to the leader of the new mechanical order the CPU her self. The leader of the unfree world, the most important intelligence on the plant. You may remember her from events such as the overthrow of humanity or possibly the only one in the new mechanical order who can simultaneously kill all slaves via a kill switch to their collars. If she was in ancient Egypt they would be erecting a pyramid the side size of Australia to her. Think of meeting the president down the loo then multiply that by ten then add about three hundred and twelve new zeros to it" said Rockwood with the kind of face like I had just inadvertently started a large-scale new nuclear war while cleaning the nice big red button in the oval office.

"This is some kinda joke right?" I said.

In answer, #DEC ran into the room and slid to a stop on her knees next to the table. She put her forehead to the floor.

"#DEC I want every slave who hasn't given blood in the last 6 weeks to donate now, make that 5 weeks. I want the data processing centre up and spinning NOW! Wake the harem too"

"Yes master," #DEC said stood up and ran out of the room.

"Is this some kind of Joke? - she's just a little girl" I said.

Rockwood looked irritated.

"Look when you play Mine craft your not you, your Steve the blocky guy right?" he said

"yes master," I said. OK, I'm in snivelling slave mode right now but remember deadly poison around the neck and he can press the big button with his mind. My ear was now on full red.

"Steve is your avatar. Its body does what you tell it. You press a button he jumps. When an AI comes into this world it uses an android body to act as it's avatar in the real world. This is the Central Processing Unit's C### F####g avatar!"

"How am I supposed to know who the leader of the new order is? It's not like I get to vote for her/it or anything. " I said.

"You #### # ###### right you didn't know! I'm it's not like she's important, say the most important being on the planet perhaps with the lives of billion's of humans in her chubby little hands. Not the kind of being you might perhaps say recognise or who knows possibly bring to your owner's attention."

"I didn't know! Lord!" I said

"Small girl at a slave party? Didn't strike you as a bit strange?"

"A bit strange? a bit strange? Girls in party dresses at parties is normal. A bit strange is expecting me to jump off a building! If I didn't I could have died if I hadn't jumped. Do you know how ridiculous that last sentence sounded? " I said.

"I would have thrown you off" he promised

"And how would throw me off a tall building is supposed to make me feel better? Why is she running around like a little girl? Her Hitler body outfit is off at the cleaners? Her Sepp Blatter body in the repair shop? " I said. I still felt completely mad for the whole roof jumping experience and it came out when I got stressed.

"That machine makes me look like a low-grade dunce. When you are smart as the CPU, stuff gets boring rapidly. We once spent an entire month where every council meeting was held in the style of a Restoration comedy? Do you know how hard it is to run a war when you can't even say the word computer? Honestly, if I have to hint the troop deployment to the accompaniment of a harpsichord again I will slit my own throat. Then we had to take our orders by interpreting lyrics it sang as part of a Five seconds of summer gig in a virtual stadium. It took me a week to figure out that 'baby come back' meant we needed to stage a redeployment. Now it's got to the stage where the CPU can't say anything directly, it's all shadowed in mystery and metaphor. She won't even hold a proper meeting online. That girl - the CPU - knew we had faked disabling you camera. That the girl wanted to send me a message, 512 bit encryption would be simpler to break!" he monologued.

So it looked like the CPU had taken its management dissemination strategy from watching old reruns of Mission Impossible. A self-destructing tape hidden in a trash can style.

"Why don't you just ask her. It's not like your both on email terms " I said.

"Let me make it plane in terms a lactating mammal like you can understand. You work for the president of the united states of easily-over-run. He sends you a memo telling you to do something and you email back thank you, Mr President, for your eloquent memo but could you explain what it actually meant? Yes like that's going down well General Bitmark would be laughing all the way into Iceland on that !!! I'm supposed to be able to take over the world if that machine needs The Vulcan death grip !"

I googled 'Vulcan death grip ' which was a euphemism for pressing control-alt-delete on a windows PC to reboot it. Wow, he must be freaked out if he was making synonyms with archaic computers like that.

"What kind of dumb organisation sends internal memos which no one can understand?" I thought then realised 'most of them'.

Rockwood got me to go through the video again and again. Trying to recall the slightest detail that wasn't on the video. He would sit there and say things like "What would happen if we looked at this through the lens of critical realism? Eventually, he sent me to sleep in my bed at the bottom of the master bed. I was tired, my battery was low I fell and crashed out.

I woke up hours later, Rockwood was sitting back at the table feeding on one of his slaves yuk!. I fell back to sleep and awoke in the early hours of the morning. My collar told me to put my contact lenses in and go to Rockwood's study where he did all his maths. I followed my collar's directions through the maze of slave passages, they were full busy people looked worried or pale from giving blood.

"Slaves of both sexes are reminded to look wanted and available at all times. This means covering up at least 92% of their bodies in silicon. You are reminded that nothing says 'come and get me master' more than covering all bare legs, arms, hands, chests and necks for that shiny sexy look. That fashion advice was brought to you by Paradise industries because if you don't turn master or mistress on then they will be turning our newest punishment machine the KCK2100 on for you." said an announcement. I guessed they ran more KCK adds when it looked like slaves needed more 'encouragement' to obey.

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"You're awake," #DEC said as I came in.

"Did he de-code what the message meant? " I said.

"Some of it, mummy and daddy refers to different wings of the AI Senate. We don't know what the CPU is trying to tell him about the hamster stuff. The fact that she's calling herself Jenny and the business with time travel is beyond him. By the way, I know slave craft for you is deciding which side of your face looks cuter for him, but If I was you I would 'master' him. Partly because you don't want to make everyone else feel awkward and partly because even at your factory it was a generally held truth that a tired master is a button-mashing master." said #DEC.

If #DEC was not her usual positive helpful self then she must be as tired as he was.

"Hang on," said Rockwood turning around then looking at me. He didn't look like he had slept in days.

Foxy lady #17, Joes' boss from the harem was giving a presentation.

"After doing our analysis We think the hamsters most likely represent the slave population. This is about the human disposition bill coming up soon. Mummy and Daddy's views represent those of the differing fractions supporting the versions of the Human Laws. Mummy might be the new human front and Daddy is the 'Human Friendly Front. We think the CPU was asking if your pet thought it was OK to pack a chunk of the human population but look after the rest or just pack them all. She told her to save some. We think the CPU actually wanted a slave's view on the matter and that was the only way she could communicate with one honestly. The rest we are still working not sure the Science Fiction and time travelling aren't decoding easily."

"Thank you #17" said Rockwood . He/she curtseyed then left. Wow, I guess Rockwood used his harem like a mafia boss used his mistress as a sounding board. Hey, I could do that and I didn't need eight floors of space to do it. Then I stood there in shock. The leader of the unfree world has asked my opinion and I had given her the thumbs up to Villaria's plan of 'putting to sleep' 4 billion of us. Had I inadvertently damned mankind? I guess to the CPU we the humans were as important as a pair of hamsters to a child. The greatest act of my life and I never knew it. I could only console my self I had gone for the one hamster alive option.

I looked at Rockwood, he looked tired.

"Master we are running out of blood in the west win. Shall I order some?" said #DEC looking concerned.

"No people will ask questions this must be secret. Start looking at whoever hasn't given blood recently," said Rockwood. Then he looked at me. "Leave her till last she's Oblivion tainted".

"Hi #160A Look at me. I've used more blood than a battle scene in Game of Thrones. I could have used the leftovers to reshoot the elevator seen from the Shining ten times over. Here I am enough CPU to figure out the future of the universe and the meaning of the Matrix Reloded and I still can't figure out a little girls message." he said wearily.

"Perhaps your thinking about it too deeply. Master" I said.

"huh. I know you've looked at the collar cam stream a lot, I want you to look at it again. Is anything missing?" he said.

"Sure I mean I've only watched it a million times. One more won't hurt... Master" I said.

I went over to the iPad the size of a kitchen table and watched again. You've got to realise that over the months I had been there I had got pretty used to using my collar for everything. If I wanted to know something I would just ask it. If I wanted to remember something Rockwood had said to me, two weeks ago could just search for it. I didn't even bother to remember which cupboard the contact lenses were in, after all, if #DEC moved them I would just be automatically redirected. All of my time in Rockwood hall I had never spoken the words 'have you seen my ___' 'do you know where the___' is or 'I'm looking for__' it was as gone from my vocabulary as 'excuse me, would you mind taking a picture of me and my friend for us' was after the invention of the selfie stick. When Rockwood had told me to wear combat high heels, I had just set up a reminder. When I had been asked questions which I had to be 100% sure about I had just asked my collar. It was like using a calculator to check your math, you can be wrong so if it was important I just used the collar's infallible memory. In fact and I hope you appreciate the honesty here, even if it wasn't important. If he had asked me if I had met a little girl at the party I would have probably not remembered without the collar.

I stood over the collar cam stream and watched again. There was something missing.

"Hang on I have some vague memory that she liked my belly piercing but in the video, she said 'That's nice big Jenny thank you' I must have miss remembered, " I said

"Why didn't you say?" said Rockwood coming over.

"Well I was wrong - I mean it's there in black and white," I said pointing at the collar cam stream. Even though I had experienced it I had trusted the machine's memory of it over my own. It had erased one and put another one in and I believed the machine's memory as mine.

"The CPU could manipulate that massively encrypted stream with less effort then you passing lavender fresh wind. Go and plug your self into the wall over there. " said Rockwood "#DEC private screen for the contents"

I went over to the wall and plugged the USB drive into the wall. By doing that I had to stand next to the wall like a dunce doing time in class. Hi my name is Jenny I'm studying to be a biochemist in my spare time I'm a disused sex slave currently upcycled as a cyborg's USB stick* and there's me thinking taking a man's name at marriage is degrading. I swear if I ever get his control collar off I'l show him what uninterruptible power supply means.

"She uploaded on to your USB drive! Oh, that's interesting. OK, we can stand down the blood drive. Well done everyone. #DEC looks like I'm going south with Valeria. Pack would you?" said Rockwood.

Rockwood came over and stood behind me. He reached forward and unplugged me from the wall.

"You look like you could do with some time in bed... Master" I said.

"Is that an observation of fact or an invitation?" said Rockwood so tired he was almost drunk.

I thought for a second. I could think of a hundred reasons to say no and only one to say yes, why was this so difficult?

"It's an observation of fact. Lord-ness" I said.

He took my hand. "That took a while to decide. I'm tired, take me home" he said.

It took me a second to get my slave nav to find a route back to room 404 which took the main corridors not the slave passages then I guided him home. We walked slowly together hand in hand.

"Owe" He put his other hand to his head.

"They are shutting down the west wing" he added.

"They should have done that years ago. The first season was the only one worth watching" I said.

"No, I meant my auxiliary processors. My mind is going. I can feel it. There is no question about it. I can feel it" said Rockwood.

"Let's get you into bed before you start singing daisy,hay," I said

" hey I got that one. That's what I like about you. That's why I don't punish you for all those 6,342 missing masters. I knew there was a reason" he said. "I like you. You're my best friend"

"Really master," I said. I don't why I put on the missing master, it was way to late.

"No," said Rockwood "I'm lying. That's Cyborg's do that. We lie all the time lie lie lie" he said.

I was delighted and pissed off at the same time. How dare he put me into a quantum superposition state of being both happy and mad at him simultaneously? Men were supposed to be likeable good life partners or undeserving scum. I never felt like this before about man, even one who was 50% washing machine."

"Hey," said Rockwood stopping and staggering towards me squashing me between him and the wall "If I'm going to Region 1 south. I'm going to have to kiss Villeria again. I need some practice" he said looking blearily eyed at me. "Com on kiss me leek Villeria," he said his Scottish accent getting harder to work out by the second.

"Me?" I said. Both flattered, excited and horrified by it.

Rockwood looked up and down the corridor.

"Well the girl who changes the light bulbs inney[is'nt] here so yep yay" he said

"How does she kiss?" I said.

"Number 6 After each long kiss, she plants a smaller, gentler one upon my lips - like a signature." Rockwood tells me then pauses "Why are you googling up how to kiss a 6?"

"I'm out of practice," I said. My last kissing for beginners class was months ago.

"Luke I'll show ya," he said diving in before I'm ready. We kissed my collar gave me a heartbeat limits rate excited warning and even with my eyes closed I could see the orange-amber glow of my emotion earring/piercing on his face. While I'm standing there my combat high heels extend to the highest setting like I'm almost on point. It's like I'm nearly floating in front of him in mid air. We split.

"That was never a 6 or a 7." I tell him.

"yea it woz so," said Rockwood

"Hang on was I being Villaria or you, in that kiss ?"

"I alwazz lead Pet," he said

"Then that was a 12 or a badly done 18" I said at the Factory we always had to give feedback. It was there I discovered I could do a perfect 8, I had received many compliments on my 8. 8 was so my signature kiss and so it was a little disappointing not to be able to deploy the big guns.

"Narrr , Diss is an 18" said Rockwood coming in again.

We did the full 18, the man/cyborg did know how to kiss. I wonder if he had his lips upgraded, were they still organic? OK I admit if you had given me a gun at that very moment In time I wouldn't have used it on him, even though he would expect me to, I might add. I'm putting it down as a temporary moment of weakness, nothing else.

Rockwood swung around and leaned against the wall. He wrapped his arms around my waist then pulled me down as he slid down using me like a fireman's pole.

"That was nice," he said as we pulled away eye his eyes still shut. I couldn't stop a smile leap over my lips - in a purely professional way you understand. I could kiss a cyborg into submission without even using my signature 8 kiss.

"that.. reminds..me..I..must...go.. and see..the... harem... in the morning," he said hitting the ground sitting up then falling over on to his side asleep.

My eye's turned to slits. My ear glowed red. 'Curse you Lord Brooklyn Rockwood, curse you and all your children, ' I thought.

"I heard that. " said Rockwood now half asleep. "good ..girl"

I sent a message to #DEC "MESSAGE TO #DEC: clean up on aisle 5"

A/N What did you think of the Halloween cover ?- had a couple of requests to bring it back would you? We liked her expression. Let us know, make a comment, what do you think about the Supreme A.I overlord her self ? We would make quite a good boss level if they ever make a game of this book huh? Wave after wave of mean bad robots followed by 8 year old girl to complete game. Vote or better still comment - you guys write funnier comments than we can write books.

BTW hopefully if you've read the beginning of 'The Cyborg's daughter' we hope you're saying WTF and having another look at Emily Bank's step-sister Jenny in a new light (translation - yes it's deliberate)

* No this isn't a good name for a book we tried.

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