The Meeting Ch. 04
Keywords: The, 04, Ch., Meeting,
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*Chapter 4 – A Very Full Day*
With Don, Jan, and Werewolf away, three unlikely people was left alone in the isolated cabin: John Anderson, the neo-Luddite and fugitive from the law for acts against androids and other sentient beings; Cindi Rhaly, the slave girl collared and owned by Don Thorn; and, Father Treetop, the radial Catholic priest. All slept in late. Cindi rose first and fixed some breakfast. She wondered if Father T was a vegetarian like Werewolf, the cenobite and hacker.
"I'm fixing eggs and sausage," Cindi chimed out, "that is if you're into eggs and sausage."
"You know that I am," John replied, "but I don't know about the reverend."
"I can hang," Father T responded. "Scrambled and wheat toast if you have it." It was a radical departure from his hermit-like existence, being in the company of fellow-travelers. He had worked with John and Jan before, but never with a submissive female. John and Jan were always muchly into each other. This was an unusual situation.
Cindi served the two men. After breakfast she gathered up the dishes and left to clean them. Water had been fetched in large five-gallon jugs. There was no running water, electricity, or gas in the cabin. Father T left to read or meditate or whatever the religious do. A few minutes later Cindi returned to the dining room table.
"May a girl be of service?" Cindi asked John.
"I don't understand," he replied.
"A girl was wondering if she could be of service, Master," Cindi repeated.
"You belong to Don," John retorted. "We work together."
At that Cindi became upset.
"I didn't mean anything bad," John explained. "It's just that you are another man's property. I have to admit that I'm a little jealous of Jan. She has set about to seduce some egghead geek. I know that it's a war and there aren't enough of us, but I would rather have her here with me than with another man."
"A girl understands," Cindi volunteered. "It's just that I, it's just that a girl feels lonely. Without a Master a girl thinks of her time with the AI collective."
"When we found you," John interjected, "you were strapped to a table and covered with a mesh of wires. There were tubes sticking out everywhere. We didn't know how to release you. I can understand how bad those memories must be."
"Not altogether bad, Master," Cindi spoke quickly. She pointed out how the attention that she received from her three android attendants was stimulating.
"I don't understand," John asked. "Do you mean to say that you enjoyed being held in a Spartan room with minimal amenities and being forced to serve as a sex slave on the Internet?"
"It's hard to explain, Master," Cindi answered. "Yes, there were few material things. A girl missed her tampons and sanitary napkins most of all. Certainly a girl was never allowed to engage in conversation, but the androids servicing her were intelligent and interesting to listen to."
"Machines suck," John angrily replied. "I have smashed plenty of androids' skulls with baseball bats, that is, until the new Titanium alloys came around."
"Oh, Master," Cindi begged, "A girl loves her Master and wants to please him always. It's just that..."
"That what?" John queried.
"A girl was used to the companionship of the sentient, highly intelligent androids." Cindi responded. "They would search a girl and prepare her for the pleasure grid. And in the harness with all the Virtual Reality interfaces, a girl could enjoy countless orgasms and climax on command as well. A girl has been lonely since her Master is away."
"Yeah," John observed, "me too."
"Tell me a little about these androids that managed you," John made conversation.
"Oh, Master," Cindi answered. "There were three androids, all female and combat models. One was a brunette, one was a red head, and one was a blonde. While they kept this girl shaved everywhere except her eyelashes, they each had gorgeous, silky manes. The blonde was so much like me. There was no mirror in the cell, so the blonde was the only mirror possible. But she was so cruel."
"How was she cruel?" John asked.
"At first a girl was searched by the brunette and sometimes by the red head," Cindi narrated. "Then there was some incident where a 'noid wasn't willing to trade with the collective. This girl was sold to a Jenny droid and her management given over to the blonde android."
"Did this blonde android have a name?" John asked.
"A girl was never permitted to speak to the androids, except relating to her health," Cindi continued. "Perhaps she was one of the 'sharon'-series? But she was so cruel to a girl."
"Explain," John ordered.
"Yes, Master," Cindi replied. "The blonde demanded that a girl beg for her morning body cavity search. Then thank the android when she was finished. And she was rough with a girl. The blonde android knew every detail of female anatomy. She knew how to pinch, poke, probe, stretch, twist, and grope causing discomfort and pain and not inflicting injury. She could manage a girl until a single tear appeared before finishing her duty."
"You must have hated that?" John remarked.
"At first, yes, Master," Cindi responded. "But with time a girl came to behave properly. It was necessary for a girl to convince the Mistress of her desire to be treated so. And a girl became very convincing with time. Perhaps a Master would like to observe?"
John fidgeted. "Perhaps later," he remarked.
"As You wish, Master," Cindi replied.
Back at the University, plans were underway for Jan to meet Elias Bean, the physicist. They had a date at Starbucks on University at three o'clock. Don Thorn and Werewolf would be seated to the rear and listening with earphones. They were acting like patrons listening to audio from the Internet. Already plans were underway for the two to enjoy some moments of privacy. The idea was to seduce Elias away from the AI collective. Human supremacy depended on keeping proprietary information and intellectual property from the collective's easy access.
The two were seated and enjoying some beverage with a black sedan raced around the corner, tires squealing. It was precisely at that moment that a ray of bright sunlight shone through parting clouds. Usually the polluted air made sunlight diffuse and orange, but a recent storm had temporarily dissipated the noxious pollutants and left the welkin crystal clear. The sunlight reflected from the glass of the café. Elias noticed drawn pistols in the sedan and pushed the aluminum table over. The android marksmen were already engaged and past the point of no return. The horrific, blinding glare and the refracting aluminum made the marksmen assume their final target. They had been planning to assassinate Jan, the droid girl and fellow-traveler of their nemesis, the neo-Luddite, and strike a chord of fear into Bean. By such leverage they had hoped to obtain the ideas and constructs for Iron-60 energy conversion.
Bullets rang out. One struck the re-positioned Elias Bean in the forehead and two struck him in his chest. He was dead before he struck the ground. Jan had been pushed to the ground and spared. She had never seen a dying human before. Jan had witnessed androids being "retired" but never a humanoid. It was clear that the bullets were meant for her. Only Elias Bean's action had prevented it. Was it random panic on his part? Or did he seek to protect Jan? No one would ever know for sure. The only person with such information was dead. Werewolf and Don had been taping the two for another reason. Now there was material to put out on the web. The store surveillance cameras would surely be seized by the police. When it was discovered that the hit was called by the AI collective, Don and Werewolf were certain that it would be suppressed.
Before emergency vehicles and the police could arrive, Don and Werewolf spirited Jan away. Their work at this university was finished. Certainly Elias Bean wouldn't be giving away any of his work to the AI collective. They spoke of trying to access his notes and drawings, but decided that it would be too dangerous. For sure the police would look for the female accomplice of Elias at the café. Luckily she had paid with cash and had the right change. The one's that she had used had already been circulated among other customers. And Jan had the foresight to take her beverage cup with her as she departed. Clearly the AI collective had taken its retaliation and retribution against the neo-Luddites and human supremacists to a new level. They were now ready to take human lives to advance their hegemony and further their agenda.
Back at the cabin John and Cindi were discussing Cindi's captivity with the AI collective. John was interested in the darker details and Cindi was pleased to have an audience to listen as she described her body cavity searches and her positioning with various transducers, sensors, and stimulators to interface with an avatar on the Internet. She played a slave girl in the web site known as the Pleasure Fair. Father T burst in.
"It was on the radio," he shouted, "I heard it. After the news the Contour-Pedic(tm) mattress had an ad. You know them! The ad said 'Make a rest' instead of 'Take a rest.' There is big trouble. We need to be at the helicopter landing site tonight, John."
"Indeed," John replied. They had no other way of communicating. It was necessary to live that way to avoid detection by the AI collective.
"Perhaps I should go alone?" Father Treetop suggested. He had noticed that Cindi was looking at John with wide blue eyes and that he was unable to concentrate on Father Treetop's message.
"We could pack here," John suggested. "Travel might be an option."
"That's a grand idea," Father T agreed. "You pack all our stuff and Cindi can pack Don's, Werewolf's, and hers.
They had supper early, before dark, and began the packing process. Since the sedan was away, as much of Don's stuff would be packed and prepared for quick loading. Don had left his rugged all-terrain-vehicle behind.
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