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The fireworks created an occasional flashed which illuminated the boat house ahead. In the boat house was an extraction team, and my freedom. Could any word taste so sweet? I felt like I was on the 30 yard line, running with the ball for a touchdown. Behind me was a load of grief, pain and doubt trailing like tin cans to a car with a just married sign on it. I had promised my self I would take the first chance to escape, this was it. It felt wrong, that was just the slave in me. 'She's on the 20 yard line' I thought. If I ran any faster these 'wings' would make me lift off.

I turned a corner. Behind a box hedge lay a white robot sentinel. The white cylindrical top and the fist sized barrel turned to point of me. I knew these were semi-sentient robot gun turrets left to guard places and act as smart road blocks. This was guarding the outer permiter.

"HALT SLAVE. STAND AND BE RECOGNISED" the machine shouted.

I ran past it. I knew the sentinel machines, it couldn't move. If I was fast I could out run it beofre it shot.

"I am on urgent business for my master" I shouted to confuse it. I also started to weave left and right to make it harder to target me. There was a wide field of fire behind the box hedge. I could see the path and the boathouse ahead.

"HALT SLAVE OR YOU WILL BE EXTERMINATED" the robot sentinel said.

I guessed it was lying, the Wi-Fi signal was still good here and my collars self destruct geofence haven't given me any warnings.

'Live like a slave, disassociate my self from my self for a cybopath of a lord. This couldn't happen. Live free or die, live free or die'. I told my self. I was still crying. I felt my heart was on a piece of elastic getting tighter and tighter. I didn't need a smart red carpet to draw a line showing me who it was attached to.

Suddenly a shot rang out. It hit me like and express train. I was thrown forwards by the force of the blow. I fell onto the ground and then felt this massive weight on top of me. I was dazed for second and tried to rollover at this point I realised that it was Rockwood who had tackled me to the ground. For a second I felt he was incredibly warm, then he slipped slightly. I looked down to see a huge red stain expanding over his chest.

"Oh $hit" he said putting his hand to his chest.

I knew that terror in a man's eyes. It's the moment he knows his wound is fatal. I had seen it in California.

"Keep your head down it was trying to hit you" Rockwood said. The robot kept shooting at us. I covered us, my wings folded around us.

"You tried to save me?" I said mostly in shock.

"How could I let anything harm you?" he said.

"But I'm your slave" I said

"60 seconds to midnight." my collar said.

I could drag myself away from him, use him as cover and get round the next box hedge and get to the boat house. If I left him to bleed to death, that is. The sentinel turned around and started to shoot at the guests who were approaching. Between the fireworks and the shooting, it was hard to tell what was going on. I had my own crisis to deal with.

'MASTER HAS SUFFERED EXTREME INTERNAL HAEMORRHAGING. MASTER NEEDS BLOOD IMMEDIATELY' my collar told me. As one of his slaves, I had a whole bunch of alarms going off in my ears.

Tihs what to do, what to do? Maybe I was wrong about him. May be this wasn't him winning his game. If I saved him, I would miss the boat.

"I want my question now. The question to which you must answer, and answer honestly" I said holding my hand against his chest trying to stop

"NOW? Bad timing - I'm not backed up - this is it. " said Rockwood. Blood falling from his mouth. I felt around his back. It was bleeding too. When did he become a sponge?

"My question is are you fakeing it or do you actually love me ?" I asked. My collar told me it was 30 seconds to midnight.

"Ftor real? Tha's your 'must answer' question " he said.

"You betcha." I said.

"From the moment I saw your video, I loved you. From the moment you called me You Cyborg Fuck, I knew I had to be with you for life. From the moment you read me your terms and conditions, I knew I was yours. Every morning I wake up and it's like your throwing ender perls into my soul. Your are my sun, my moon, I am the ship and your are the star to sail it by. You're are my everything. I choose you Jenny"

"You love me?" I asked.

"I love you Jenny Banks, please hold me while I die... my... my...ceyalisu" said Rockwood his eyes looking in mine and then shutting.

Ever looked at one of those trick paintings, you know sometimes it's a beautiful young girl sometimes it's an old woman. Sometimes its a blue and black dress sometimes it's a white and gold dress? Do you remember that moment where everything changes and you see it completely differently, same picture same lines but you see something entirely new? You can't imagine how you saw it any different? That's how I felt about him. I realised my feelings for him were love. It wasn't what the machines wanted, it was what I wanted, it was what I felt, but was too kcuffed up to realise it. Suddenly I saw everything he had done was about me. Like the way he had made that at the security, checkpoint guard apologise to me. Perhaps that was he was showing me in his own stupid way he wanted to protect me. Like the way he had ripped his own legs off, to save Kayla's life or trashed an Osprey and killed a robot to make up for Joe being beaten up by a mean robot. Large flags saying 'my heart is glued to you babe, but I'm too bad boy to admit it'.

"KCUF KCUF KCUF KCUF KCUF KCUF Why do you have to do this too me !" I screamed as Rockwood's eyes closed.

'Siri arm masters blood intakes' I told my collar. I hate pain, I hate needles, but I hate losing everything I love more.

Rockwood's syringe teeth emerged automatically, I rolled up my sleeve and put my wrist to his mouth.

'Siri activate master's blood intakes' I told my collar. I was so going to regret

Masters mouth closed on my wrists automatically and I felt the blood being turbo sucked out of me. I promised never to be rude to a deflating balloon again.

Three seconds to midnight, Two seconds, One second midnight. Too late. My chance for freedom was over.

I felt dizzy. I had given him my life's blood, my freedom, I hoped the 'deretsab' would appreciate my gifts and live. I screamed in pain the kind only the profoundly stupid, profoundly blind and newly in love could feel, at losing the only thing in this universe which was perfect.

Beyond Rockwood's body through the wings, I covered him with I saw a big bright red beam appear from the sky over the sentinel. It hit, held for half a second and then only the stub of the sentinel was left. Now the Sentinel was silenced emergency slaves followed by collaborator guests ran over. I held his hand.

"Live damn you.Live" I said.

In the growing fuss, I passed out.

****

I woke up, I was lying in the bushes with a face looking down on me. If felt like I was on a carousel but my body was stationary on the cold ground.

"Hi Jenny how are you feeling?" said little Jenny looking down.

"urrrrr," I said coming too.

"Yeh, mommy, can be like that in the mornings too" said Jenny while the fog cleared.

I looked around there was a huge crowd of medics. A robot had jumped from an Osprey high above the field landed on his feet. Then stood too up to his full 3 metre ( 9 feet, dam those machines what is it about the metric system that makes it so addictive ) height. Everyone had parted as the medical machine got to work.

"Is he going to be alright?" I asked.

"Mr bite-y is going to live said, Daddy. Thanks to you" said little Jenny.

Her tiny hand was holding mine it felt warm. I noticed in the back of my wrist was a cannula and saw it feeding saline solution from a bag hanging from a bush.

"He's not backed up" I told little Jenny. If Rockwood had died, that would have been it no resurrection.

"I don't think his unfinished novel and his email on his computer is really worrying him right now" said little Jenny.

I wondered if she understood then realise by unfinished novel she meant his life.

"Does he love you then?" said little Jenny.

"He said so" I said.

"That's nice, are you in love with Mr Bitey?" said little Jenny to me.

"Yes " I said "very much so. Sorry I've only just realised it"

"That's nice" said little Jenny, "I always thought you and Mr Bitey would get on well. Are you going to get married and live happily ever after? If you are, can I be a bridesmaid ?"

"I don't know how" I said "I'm a slave, he's a cyborg lord and before you ask, I'm not coming for a sleep over at your house, but I do hope you can come for a sleep over ours"

"That would be nice. I think your bedroom needs a rug and some flowers. I could help organise it. You could have some of my toys. I could show you my new ballet moves to. I'm up to grade 3. " said Little Jenny. I wasn't sure what she meant by that, except for the grade 3 - it was a test in Junior ballet. Except she meant something by it. I was too dazed to figure it out. I had a collar cam and a super computer, I could figure this out later.

I looked over and they were lifting Rockwood on to a trolley.

"Jenny, where is Jenny" said Rockwood pulling the oxygen mask off.

I got up and rushed over, well staggered. I was in a white dress stained red like I was some kind of angelic roadkill.

"I'm here Rockwood" I said.

"Your OK?" he said.

"Don't talk" I leant over and kissed him to stop him talking. I was pulled away. One of the medical robots put the oxygen mask back on him.

'I'm confused, What number kiss was that supposed to be?' Rockwood texted.

'It doesn't have a number. I just kissed you my way ' I texted back. Kissing off catalogue, I like to think of it as custom kissing my way.

Little Jenny rushed up to the other side.

"Will he be alright?" I said to the medical robot.

"Lord Rockwood ? The cyborg ? A man barely alive ? We can rebuild him. We have the technology. We can make him better than he was. Better, stronger, faster." said the medical robot.

"Can I ride in the helicopter with you?" said Little Jenny to the medical robot.

"No, the transport is for patients only. No slaves, no humans" said the machine sternly.

"Please" said little Jenny, touching the robot's arm.

"You can ride in the helicopter with him if you want" said the Robot. Clearly little Jenny could do Jedi mind tricks with robots.

"Did you hear that? I get to ride in a helicopter. yippy" said Little Jenny excitedly.

"Can I come too" I asked but the machine firmly said 'No' and Little Jenny wasn't going to help.

They wheeled Rockwood's stretcher onto the Osprey Ambulance.

"You do know she is the leader of the human resistance movement trying to infiltrate us?" said little Jenny to Rockwood as the door started to close.

"She is? WTF" said Rockwood dazed.

"No, I'm only joking" said little Jenny "can I come to your wedding?"

"No" said Rockwood.

"Can I be your bridesmaid? I've never been a bridesmaid"

"No" said Rockwood.

"Do you think I'm ever going to stop asking until you say Yes?" said little Jenny.

"No" said Rockwood as the Robot put the breathing mask back onto him.

The ramp started to close little Jenny reached into Rockwood's pocket "Mummy said an Osprey is coming to get you home Jenny. This for you catch!"

She threw a small wrapped box to me.I caught it

'Put it on. It's your's I'll explain later when I'm out of intensive care' texted Rockwood

'Yes' I texted.

'10,000' he texted back.

The Osprey ramp shut and all further communication was shut off.

****

I know what you're thinking, 'Game over' right? Well, I'm sorry to disappoint but I'm not the kind of girl who is defined by who they sleep with. Ok I've been sleeping with him for a while no change there but you know what I mean. I have a life, ambitions and I'm more than a huggy love doll for someone else. I'm complex; I'm a little bit crazy and I want stuff out of life. I wanted to get a Pulitzer and Nobel prize. The good news was I now had less competition for the Nobel Prize; the bad news was I would have to rebuild civilisation with a Nobel prize committee in it to achieve this. Now I knew how I felt; I could get back to putting things back to rights.

In all the ups and downs to come, I would never forget that night on the grass. The stroke of the wind on my cheek as the Osprey took off. My wings spreading out and the feeling I could almost fly with him. I felt invincible.

****

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