A/N Hi everyone. Good news and bad news. The good news is a new chapter of pet. More good news is thanks to a number on wonderful grammar and spelling fairies ( ok nice readers) we will upgrade the first 4 chapters to book quality reading! No this isn't a cheap excuse get you to go back and read the first chapter again.

More good news - feel that you want your cyborg's pet a little pumped up? More pulp fiction less down with love? Well we are very proud to announce the first cyborg's pet fan fiction. Run don't walk to KGB1701 's wonderful work!

Okay now the bad news. Reb's brother has been rushed to hospital for a scan. Reb and family are a bit freaked out and Reb hanging out in the waiting area isn't in her usual frame of mind for petting. Fear not we do have a small queue of chapters. To make them last and keep the pressure off Reb I am moving to once a week publication until Reb can hack text again . I (RK) am sure you don't mind and will bear with us. I hope it won't be long but I didn't want to suddenly stop or put up incomplete chapters. Soon as Reb feels ok to write we will turn tap on . Life happens and makes us better people for it.

Masters bed/Room 404/Rockwood Hall/Washington 2.0/Region 01. Area formally known as Nebraska.

23 seconds into the future.

Jenny's POV.

It was about 9:00 in the morning about five days later. I was chilling in his arms while he was 'recovering' in bed. While I had to be careful not to touch anything bandaged I was starting to feel less like I was sleeping with the enemy. It was getting harder to get to, what I had decided was my expected level of vitriol into my conversation. I told him I was going easy while he was recovering. In practice I was starting to think I had misjudged him. I mean I remembered the time he had made the Judas City security guy apologise to me. I was now in a heart vs head vs need for survival situation. Head and need for survival had decided this could be a trick. Heart was taking the minority opinion he was somehow magically OK and heart wasn't talking to the others. I was wondering about this when the doors to his room flung apart.

Striding boldly past #DEC and #6502 was someone tall thin and incredibly beautiful, she marched gracefully in her high heels, in her right hand was an electronic cigarette held high. Her, tiny hat, perfectly manicured hair and the only a tiny hint of any makeup suggested that she was an owner. Then I noticed her violet coloured eyes. She was a cyborg.

"Commander Lady Zolaria Slaughterhouse former NMO military now director of Human studies institute" said my collar.

"Brooklyn, wake up. You are by far the laziest man I've ever met" she said coming in.

Rockwood turned over.

"In case you haven't heard I was injured in a plane crash, I lost my legs" said Rockwood sitting up in bed. My collar cable started to retract and I was pulled towards the footlocker bed I called home.

'Message from master Into your bed' said my collar.

She ignored me and sat on his bed. From the comfort of my footlocker bed I could see the hint of a zip meant that the bitch's clothes were not printed and could come off. I envied and loathed anyone who could just get out of their clothes when they wanted to. The back of her outfit was gossip thin muslin you could see the LEDs blinking in a rancorous way up and down her spine. I noticed a tiny designer label 'Mr Jones' on her dress. I guess they still needed people to do the creative stuff I reminded my self.

"Well aren't you the brave hero? Douglas Bader would be proud of you. Your needed new legs ages ago, your old ones were getting shabby " she pulled back the sheets "see these new ones look much better!"

"I liked my old legs they were worn but comfy. What do you want Zola?" Rockwood pulled the sheet back over his new muscular calves.

"and I haven't had a single answer to any of my emails" she complained.

"Didn't you see my out of office mail sign? What is it that you want?" said Rockwood sipping at his expresso.

"When you asked me to be the hot back up you didn't say it would be for weeks. 'Weekend' you said, the weekend. I have some important work to get on with and that means I can't carry on doing nothing the way you do." she complained.

"God forbid, I keep you away from your precious meat packing factories," said Rockwood.

"Yes well you were right there, they are my precious meatpacking factories. I do have other important tasks to do but I can't sit around, like you, doing nothing interruptible in case of a silly little emergency which will never come. I have a job the New Mechanical Order relies on me to do them."

"OK, I'll re-engage but I want a favour," said Rockwood.

"Oh What is it?" said Zola taking another drag.

"I'm taking her to the grand art opening. I want you to take her to the Mall of Humanity and find her a suitable dress"

"find who a dress?" said Zola looking around and ignoring me.

"Her, the pet there," said Rockwood pointing at me.

"Don't be silly Brooklyn, you expect me to walk into Neiman Marcus and say 'I'd like something ball suitable for my ex-boy friend's pet in silicon and could you make it go with the collar?' Really Brooklyn you'd be the laughing stock. Why on earth do you want to take her to the opening even if you could get an invite which I doubt?"

"I'm the prime back up and I can do what I like. I like her and she makes me feel real and I want to show her off to everyone. Plus I have an invite." said Rockwood.

"Honestly, Brooklyn to you want me to play back her collar stream to show how ridiculous that sounded?"

She turned around and tilted her head sideways.

"I know you," said Zola looking at me again. she had a with a hint of a Swiss accent l "you're that funny one with the hilarious video?"

"Mistress honours me," I said repeating whatever it was my collar said.

"Come here and say something funny then?" she said.

"How many slaves does it take to change a light bulb," I said.

"I don't know how many slaves does it take to change a light bulb?"

"One to hold it and 99 to turn the building around," I said again straight from the collar and with a deadpan delivery.

Zola affected a giggle.

"She's cute can I have her?"

"No- the bed's too big with out her. Anyway, we've split up Remember. You don't get what you ask for any more " said

"Brooklyn your such a bore. I just want to try her out see if having a pet is any good," said Zola vapeing.

"You can borrow her and get her a dress, but no monkey business, " said Brooklyn.

"No, I've done you a favour already, humiliating my self again hunting for a dress for your companion animal, for you isn't on the table. I would however like you to do one for me?" said Zola.

"OK What?" said Rockwood.

"Well given how long I've been the hot back up for you, the new subjugation of humanity bill is coming up, as you know I represent the save-humanity pressure group save-the-human" she continued.

My heart jumped - finally someone was doing something to stop the vile lady Villeria with her 4 billion death scenario. I must have miss judged the Zola cyborg. I had miss judged him why not her?

"Well as you know we want to do the best for humanity," said Zola.

'Yes' I thought.

"Which is?" said Rockwood.

"Well, we want to see a 99% reduction of humanity down to useful and sustainable levels. In order to manage the little dear's properly, we want any restrictions on domestication and breeding lifted and the moratorium on all forms of brain washing no matter how deep removed. Domestication. It's for their best long term interests. We've got to save them and to save them we need to manage the population" said Zola.

'CKUF' I thought so loudly you could have heard me all the way down in the delivery bay. Fortunately, I was behind Zola or I would have given the game away. I was in deep shock. Wow, Zola was talking about the virtual extermination of humanity. This meant that by comparison, Villaria was the good guy (gal). Zola was a walking talking vapeing extinction event. I was looking at, vamping Jurassic meteorite strike for humanity. There was nothing around me I could use, not even a pointy carrot ( d@m).

"Sounds OK," said Rockwood passively.

'Sounds OK' I thought 'sounds OK? Even Nero, Mao Zedong, Stalin, Hitler and Pol Pot would be going 'hay hold on there for a second girl.' Rockwood goes with Sounds OK? My earring was now glowing so red you could illuminate the entire red light district in Amsterdam and still run every stop sign in America with the light left over. I would have gone with the slightly stronger 'Are you out of your freaking mind you word that rhythms with snitch. You're talking about putting that girl on the endangered species list. What are you, possessed? '

"Message from Master. Say nothing" said my collar and I was muted. Hmm, he had a plan perhaps? He as a secret trapdoor he needed to get her to stand over or was sending #DEC over the road to buy a quick exorcism kit from Farther O'Doland's Casting-out-evil-supplies shop?

"So can save-the-human count on your vote? You're quite influential given you don't give a piece of used toast about anything or anybody" said Zola smiling.

"Possibly why don't you send over the detailed specs. I'll read them, the vote isn't until the day after the Opening" said Rockwood.

"How is the Central Processing Unit about this? Any idea which way he/she/it is leaning?" asked Zola puffing on her e-cigarette.

"I thought he/she/it/they might have told you as the prime back up," said Rockwood.

Zola looked over at the head of the bed. Perhaps the CPU had said something but Zola couldn't figure it out. I didn't see her being nice to small girls either. Not unless she needed one to fule an open fire or wanted something to bite the head off.

"No. Look!" said Zola reaching forward. "Our ring pad. You kept it"

Zola reached forward and took the metal disc that Rockwood used to thingy me with.

"and you've used it. I'm glad you've managed to move on. Isn't Villeria a lucky thing" she said. As she moved I saw her back through the thin muslin cloth. There were a couple of ring marks like mine on her back faintly showing on hers. So cyborg's thingy each other curious, plus I can google ring pad.

I asked Siri about her. I discovered she was a 'trans-grade' whatever that was and until recently she was a midlevel officer in the 2nd Army. She moved a year ago to the staff of General Bitmark. She was most famous for her attack on Cairo. She had per unit highest kill rate of any commander in the second army. Currently, she had left the army and was working with a think tank on the backlog of humanity problem.

"Brooklyn your little thing here is looking me up on google," said Zola.

"Stop that ! bad pet" said Rockwood. " She's new but very friendly. I'm sure she just wanted to play." he said.

"How cute, I'd love to play with you darling," said Zola turning around to look at me.

"Brooklyn. I'm Quite famished would you mind?" said Zola.

"I have a few pints in the fridge," said Rockwood.

"Fresh is so much better for you," said Zola walking over "it's natural."

"Sure go ahead," said Rockwood.

For a second I wondered if I was being offered as finger food.

Chairs and a sofa emerged from the wall and moved down. Zola sat down and the doors opened. A young girl, short blonde hair, mini skirt walked in looking forwards. She had a collar like me. She had makeup artily over the bridge of her nose joining one dark smudge over her eyes to another. I wondered for a moment if her name was Priss. I guessed she was Zola's 'companion'. Zola patted the sofa and her companion got up. While they chatted Zola's companion pulled her glove off and then offered her arm. Rockwood shook his head. Fangs like needles emerged from Zola incisor teeth. She bit into the girl like someone having a large sub sandwich. The girl closed her eyes tight to avoid looking at the drips of blood leaving her. Rockwood talked from his bed, passed while Zola texted him and he would answer out loud. I was faintly disgusted, it was like watching her eat corn on the cob the way she kept moving her mouth. After a minute Zola seemed to have enough. There was a dribble of blood on her chin.

"Why don't you two go play?" said Zola to her blood slave and indicated me. My collar told me that I was free to leave the room. I couldn't stand the idea of being around her anyway. I walked away with Zola's blood slave holding her up slightly. I took her down the narrow slave passage to the meditation mats #DEC and #6502 used as a waiting area. We found #DEC and some others standing guard outside. They took us to a small slave waiting room nearby.

The pet didn't seem too steady.

"Are you OK can I get you something. A drink of water." I said. I put her on a cushion and quickly found a water fountain. It came with two taps one marked 'human guests' and one marked 'e-slaves'. I grabbed a glass turned my slave cam away and filled it from the human tap. I returned to find Zola's blood slave sitting on the floor.

"Here you go. Won't you sit on a chair?" I said.

"No I'm not allowed to sit on the chair's at home" she said taking sips of water.

"I'm #0A but between us slaves just call me Jenny" I said.

"I'm Just-read-the-instructions" said Just-read-the-instructions. I guess Zola was an Ian M Banks fan, who would have thought it?

"Well, Just-read-the-instructions are you OK? Did she take too much blood?"

"I'll be ok. she's done this before. I just need to sit down" said Just-read-the-instructions.

#6502 felt her pulse.

"Do you want a saline drip?" #DEC asked bringing a hot sweet drink. The fact they were set up for this kind of event was disturbing.

Just-read-the-instructions shook her head "I'll be fine" she said.

"How do you cope with this?" I asked.

"Get down. I find certain things are best not left on your collar cam" said Just-read-the-instructions.

I got back down, then felt her reached into my outfit and slipped the small sachet into my cleavage.

"I just remember I'm one of the few people to come out of Dallas alive and a liberal use of Oblivion" said Just-read-the-instructions. I leant forward to her

"You shouldn't take that stuff" I whispered in her ear.

"Oblivion is the best next thing to having a way out. Don't believe what they tell you about it. It's like discovering the secret to life. It keeps getting better. Mistress Zola is very generous to give me a supply"

It took the strength of a thousand men and thinking about the random blood tests to stop me from taking it instantly.

"I can always get more," said Just-read-the-instructions looking round the column.

"I haven't seen them like this from before they split up" said Just-read-the-instructions.

"They used to date?" I said.

"They go way back. back when they were just grinders... "

I googled grinders' it wasn't what I thought either. Apparently, it was the name for body hackers or biohackers. A homebrew group of people who emerged from the whole tattoo, piercing body modification fringe but knocked it up a stage by including smart technology. Wonderful the cyborg's didn't even have the decency to be products of awful experiments from the bowels of some disreputable Government laboratory driven by the needs of a desperate military complex. I would have settled for being the products of some horrible corporation pushing research beyond the bounds of even the most liberal ethical conduct. No humanity and I had to be enslaved by a bunch of homebrew amateurs who got severely lucky auto upgrading themselves.

"...before they began to experiment with augmenting themselves I heard" said Just-read-the-instructions.

"Grinders Really?" I said amazed.

"Yeh - Villeria was Zola's best friend she was a hairdresser who was an obsessive rock climber."

"Lady Villeria? Tall girl wants to eliminate half of humanity? Now runs part of the New Mechanical, order former hairdresser." I said.

Just-read-the-instructions nodded.

"She really lived for rock climbing," said #DEC coming by with a food-ball snack. If ever a girl looked in need of a doughnut it was now, d@m the terrible machine nazis. Then I realised the harnesses, clips and ropes we had packed for ill fated the trip south were not for the purposes I had first supposed. Before you could say out of work hairdresser turned scourge on humanity, I realised what was going on. I do get these moments of brilliance, thank you very much. In little Jenny's terms, Villeria was promoting the looking after one hamster nicely option. Zola was promoting the getting rid of hamsters is completely option. I find myself cheering for the girls only want to destroy half of humanity. I wonder if there was another girl walking around talking about the two hamsters option? My guess was not. This bill was about saving humanity and I needed to do something smart about it.

Before we could talk more Rockwood and Mistress Zola summoned us. I helped Just-read-the-instructions get up and held her hand to steady her as we went back. It was hard to tell but she seemed a little less gaunt.

"Look if you want something to smooth your conscience why don't you join the Sierra Club or Friends of the earth it would be as practical has having a slave do it," she said.

"Look they are getting on so well," said Mistress Zola as we approached.

"I hope you haven't got fleas from you knew friend, we don't know where she has been" said Mistress Zola to Just-read-the-instructions. Just-read-the-instructions curtseyed as well as she could. Just-read-the-instructions approached Zola.

"but your a good pet aren't you. you didn't mind me taking your blood? Big kiss for mummy, big kiss for mummy" said Lady Zola in a slightly squeeky way. Just-read-the-instructions lent over and gave Lady Zola a light kiss on the cheek.

"good girl, good girl," said Lady Zola.

Zola looked at me.

"So what's she like in the sack then?" she said getting down to the gritty details.

"I don't know, I nay had sex with her," said Rockwood.

Zola looked at Rockwood and paused for a second "Seriously. Lord Brooklyn Rockwood the only cyborg I know who has a harem of over 6000 to keep up with his lusts and even has a sex slave to change lightbulbs just in case the fancy takes him, hasn't had sex with the girl that he sleeps with?"

"The whole point of a pet is you don't have sex with them. It was the CPU's idea " said Rockwood.

She turned to Rockwood then nodded at me.

"Looked they get on so well. Are you sure I can't have her?" said Zola looking at me.

Rockwood shook his head "look when we split up we organised it fairly. You got just-read-the-instructions and I got #DEC, she wasn't even captured let alone subjugated then. She's mine"

"I get it. You're just doing this to annoy me. By the way her eye's don't suit her - I would have them replaced, or at least do something about the colour" she added looking at me.

"Maybe I'll have them dyed to match the colour of her dress," said Rockwood.

"Must dash. See you at the opening. And don't let her stick her head out of the car window when your driving." said Zola.

"heel" she added to just-read-the-instructions then walked off.

I walked Just-read-the-instructions to the door behind Zola. When people said may I walk in the shadow of the valley of death, I didn't think they meant it so literally. I never thought of the grim reaper as being able to flounce like Kendall Jenner, something all those medieval depictions of the guy with the scythe strangely missed. I had questions and I had to get an answer even if that meant using my precious promise of truth answer question. The fate of humanity depended upon it.

AN thanks for reading. As mentioned Jenny will return next Thursday ( sooner if things improve for Reb) our/my Apologies go out to Alice Fey who got sleep lag after apparently ended up staying up all night reading cyborg's pet. If this happens to you as well perhaps the book will need a health warning, sorry. Okay now is the space for the usual pan handling for votes and comments. They really are getting to be the best bits, we/I love reading them.

See you next week for the next chapter The Zola interrogation and all because the lady loves Chocolates from hell.