A/N Hi - last Thursday was our biggest new chapter day yet with the most new reads ever in one day (7902 if you must know ) so huge thanks to you. Bumper edition this week with 3 new chapters.

Video: one of RK's favourite long tail bands Loop Guru. Loop Guru is a cross-language pun with the French "loup garou" meaning "werewolf", you have been warned.

While Cyborg's pet runs headlong to some serious endings (plus explanations) why not checked out Qinn Beeson' ( aka SgtOceanus ) New 'Novel A Girl On A Boat'. It's set in the New Mechanical Order world and we can't wait to see how it develops.

Abandoned Dinner east coast

Jenny's POV

"US Marines, I'm here to rescue you. Come with me if you want to live" the soldier said.

I took stock for a moment. Araneae's smoking remains were pinned to the wall by a missile driven harpoon. Her leg's drooping. In the doorway as a large solider. He had long blond hair a thin blond beard a round face striding a thick neck and a dark body with broad shoulders and six-pack stomach so defined you could sand wood with it. He wore loose-fitting military camouflage pattern clothing which was currently open showing off is physique. The combat boots and heavy rifle suggested he was either with the resistance or the ultimate survivalist. Either was good with me, with that body he could be an Avon sales representative and I would have gone with him.

"Sorry I've always wanted to say that as my first line," said the soldier pointing his gun at Araneae.

"That's strange me too," I said.

He came overtook out a hunting knife big enough to gut a whale and cut my rope around my ankle.

"I have dee gun," said the man. My rescuer had a weirdly French sounding accent.

"Your right, you have the gun, I don't, so that must make you the rescue guy and me the helpless victim," I said lifting my hands up and getting up. The man waved his gun towards the door.

"Where are we going?" I said.

"I don't know I'm making this up as I go along," said the man.

"I think you should know this is my first rescue by an improv group," I said.

"Look my first job is to get you to safety, slave girl," said the Man.

"Well stop waving that thing around at me!" I said.

He looked at me confused.

"I mean the knife," I said.

He nodded and grabbed my hand in his firm muscular grip. For some reason, I picked up the makeup printer. I know it was stupid like he's going to rescue me and then take me to a party some were. I guess I didn't feel like I was leaving somewhere properly unless I had a handbag as luggage. He went out of the diner backward keeping his gun trained on Araneae who still looked like an enlargement of a pinned spider in a museum case. We ran through grass bush for 100 meters then dropped to the ground. My stiletto heels didn't work well in this soft ground. We lay there panting for a second and then he pulled me towards him and kissed me. Not having anything better to do I kissed him back.

"Welcome to freedom's first kiss," said the man as we parted lips.

"Dam there I was thinking I thought you liked me. Who are you?" I asked.

"Your savior," he said he pulling out an odd black cloth and waving it.

"Last time I looked I wasn't religious," I said.

"Everyone is religious, they just haven't found the right god yet," he said turning away from me and looking back to the building. I guess He had shot Araneae through the open window.

"What was with the kiss? I hope you know I don't normally kiss on the first rescue." I said.

"That was your first breath of freedom. It tastes sweet, What's wrong don't you want to be free?" he asked looking at the building down the scope with his dangerous but seriously scratched gun.

"Well yes but I always thought that being free would leave things a little more in my hands, free as in freedom or when you said I was like free did you mean I had been discounted down to zero?" I said.

"Who's the fem?" said a voice behind me.

"Don't know. Who are you?" said the man.

"Who are you?" I asked.

"We asked first," said the voice hidden away, there was a pause. "We are the resistance," said the man.

"Well, your managing to resist explaining who you are well enough. What's your name?" I said.

"Captain Loup Aukland Garou of the former United States Marines but the boys call me Loop Guru, call me Loop," said my rescuer.

"This is sergeant Guy Rodi," said Loop pointing to the other man who popped up.

"Weird, you dress like a slave but you don't have a collar," said Rodi. Rodi Also had a french accent.

"I was stolen" I explained.

"So what's your name ?"

"Hm well either #160A or 5642 or Pet, but my friends call me Jenny Banks," I said.

"Well, my friends call me Jenny Banks. Was your owner the only robot or cyborg with you?" he said.

"She was until you killed her," I said.

"We don't call it killing we call it retirement," said Rodi.

"Pretty lousy pension scheme." I said "that will teach you not to fill in your 411" I shouted back at the dinner. "She wasn't my owner she was my thief slash kidnapper," I said.

"Excellent we rescued a slave and stopped a crime. That's a double success. Welcome to the free world" said Loop.

It took me a second to process everything. Wow, I was free I could do anything. I could pee without permission. touch someone. Talk without permission, what to do first? I was overwhelmed with choice.

"We get out of here now," said Loop " Redshirt bring up the humvees" shouted Loop.

"Hang on you can't leave me here. I don't even know where here is " I said.

Then I realized I had no survival skills. My best guess was to punch a tree until I had enough wood for a wooden pickaxe, then start digging down until I found coal and iron ore. this place didn't look like it had any sheep so I was stuffed as far as making a bed went. The only spider was now disgruntledly harpooned and unlikely to supply any silk for a bed or bow. D@M despite all that time in mine craft I still had zero survival skills.

"Now you're free, you have to do what I say," said Loop.

"That's a sack of horse poo," I said then realize I no longer had a PG 13 filter. "Horse S***T. Ohh that was nice B*****R, F**K, N**K, L***K what a lovely word. C****P"

"Hay Tourettes girl," said Rudi "we freed you OK. Now we go before more machines turn up"

"Listen to Rudi. that's a terrible slur on those suffering from Tourettes. Did you know less than 1% of people with Tourettes swear? Mostly it's visual or verbal uncontrollable ticks but they are likely to be very musical" I said voicing one of my favorite peeves along with misuse of the word 'literally'. As in sentences like 'he stole that ball like he literally ripped the guy's head off'. That complete 180-degree misinterpretation really gets to me, ditto Tourettes people swear. I had a friend with Tourettes OK? It's bad enough having Tourettes without people not inviting you to their kids' birthday parties in case you say something bad before the kids. Rant over where was I ? Oh, I remember having the best minutes of my life, how could I forget.

At this point, the one they called Redshirt turned up with three bicycles dripping with green touring gear. He was followed by about twenty other military types all on camouflage covered bikes.

"I thought you said you had humvees," I said.

"Humvee also make tactical bikes. It's one of the few forms of transport that works without gas" said Loop.

"Seriously bikes," I said. "It' doesn't say 'victim rescued', like a helicopter does "

"It doesn't say blast me out of the sky like a helicopter does either," said Loop "Look do you want to come with us or not," said Loop getting on. He patted the middle bar. Before getting on, I took what looked like a tactical coat and used it as a saddle. Handing my makeup printer to Rodi, I got on and put my feet on the handlebars. Loop's large thick strong hands grabbed the handles around me and pushed off.

We cycled hard for an hour. OK, They cycled hard for an hour to get enough space between them and the diner. We were cycling in a forest which gave lots of cover from drones and satellites. Then they slowed down and got to an easy pace. It was flat and once up to speed the pack joked and chatted with each other. We cycled in pairs Loop was next to Rodi. Looked like Loop was finding it easy to peddle with me and his gear.

"What are you guys doing here?" I asked.

"It's a secret," said Loop.

"Seriously? You just rescued me" I said.

"Most slaves carry about a pound of metal widgets in them so either way I'm not saying what I'm doing for the moment. Let's just go with rescuing you" said Loop.

"Not saying or not decided?" I said feeling his huge frame around me.

"So where you from slave Princess?" said Loop.

"San Fransisco," I said "I was studying at Cal tech"

"What, were you studying geography? because you are seriously lost" said Loop.

"Hay Loop I recognized her," said Rodi. "she could be the slave their hunting"

"What do you mean?" I asked

"Town back we checked out a couple of days ago. It had posters up. The machines are offering a big reward for a runaway slave number 5642."

Loop looked down at me.

"Diss U?" he said.

"Sorry, could someone translate," I said.

"You heard me," said Loop.

"OK - I'm 5642. I don't know who offered the reward? Please they make me do terrible things" I said.

"Like what?" said Rodi.

"Like wearing more makeup than RuPaul, dressing me up in expensive clothes, perfumes and jewelry personally designed by one of the top designers in the machine city. Stopping me from swearing at any time. An owner who lies and kept telling me he loved me, Eeerr" I started.

Rodi and Loop looked at me

"Your right that sounds really terrible, I can't imagine why you would want to go back to that," said Loop.

"You got my frowny face for you girl," said Rudi

"I'm not saying this right... look what reward are they offering for me" I said changing the subject regretting I hadn't preprepared an elevator pitch for the misery of my slave existence.

"Oh, Lordy Rockwood. Offered 10,000 Bitcoins Or 50,000 packets of Soylent green . Or freedom eternal life and a key to the Eternal City. Guess he wants to see his property back big time" said Loop.

"So are you going to give me up I thought you were with the resistance?" I said.

"We are the resistance So we won't give you up," said Loop.

"So how big is the resistance?"

"Well, we are small but growing. We grew 2.5% in the last hour" said Loop.

"Really now?" I said

Loop smiled at me - the kind of smile you just want to see all the time "We are 40 and then you joined us"

"Seriously?" I pulled a face.

"We work in cells. Each cell doesn't know of the others" said Rodi.

"That's good because I was started thinking the resistance could seriously do with a bath," I said.

"Well let's get you to a Best Buy," said Loop.

"Yeh freedom and shopping what kind of day is that!" I said.