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"You got the connections all ready?" Oria asked.

"Yup. Bouncing you around through six different proxies, and you're going to be spoofed twice. It'll take them hours before they could trace it back to us," Elix told her.

The curvy brown-furred bat grinned faintly and nodded. She crossed the web of wires that ran along the floor of the room, and sat back into the reclined chair. Her small red mohawk fit snugly into the headmesh.

The two of them had really only one goal: fuck the government. The Party wanted to control every little bit of their lives, and the police were ready at a moment's notice to deal with any lawbreakers. 'Improper citizens' was what they called them. If proper meant being a mindless drone, Oria was happy being improper.

The target today was a banking mainframe. They weren't going to steal any money; one, they didn't need it, and two, it would be against the point they were trying to make. The plan was to just scramble the shit out of the system, then sit back and watch the news feeds as the elite began to panic. If they could make them realize their safe little world up at the tops of the skyscrapers above the smog and the slums was only a fantasy, then they were doing their job.

Elix leaned up over one of his screens. The timid jackal didn't look like much of an anarchist, especially compared to the punked-out bat that was his partner. Black fur, yeah, but trim, if a little lanky; he looked more like an office intern. But that just meant plausible deniability if he ever got picked up by the police--and even if he looked like a square, he was a professional with old-school computers. Oria was the neural-interface whiz. They made a perfect team.

"Hey, you're sure about this, yeah?" Elix asked.

"Yeah, I'm sure. Why wouldn't I be?" Oria shot back.

"Just saw another thread about a hacker winding up braindead. Maybe we should see if there's some change we need to make to the systems." Elix said.

"So what, that's two in a few days? Out of, what, a thousand hackers in the city getting on and off all the time?" Oria asked.

"I just want to be safe. There's no sense dying when you could live to keep fighting."

"I'll be fine," Oria insisted. "Remember when we got into Neurodyne like, the same day they caught that other hacker and there was the big news and everything?"

"Okay, okay, I'm just looking out for you. Let's start you up," Elix said.

A countdown blazed into her synapses, and as it wavered on the trailing edge of one, it felt as if her skull were being ripped off at the jaw, sucked through the width of a straw, and spewed into a black hole.

Oria was in.

No reaction time, no typing, just mind to computer. There was no sensory dimension; simulating those would be a waste of time, even though it was possible. Input flowed in as thoughts and output left as impulses.

Oria did this enough that synesthesia soon kicked in. She could feel the pressure of each security measure, and the release when it was compromised. She was up against the firewall now, and could feel its weight against her chest as she began to bypass it.

Elix's computer popped up a plain box that simply said 'Connection terminated remotely.' Every other thought in his mind was suddenly distant.

"Oria!" he shouted. He nearly tripped on his chair as he climbed out of it.

They couldn't have traced them that fast. They'd been connected for thirty seconds tops.

"Oria, wake up!" he said, by her side, tugging the headmesh away.

The bat's eyes were half-open. One had rolled to the side. Her jaw hung slack. His fingers pressed at her neck for a pulse, but he could find nothing.

Something warm shattered in the pit of Elix's stomach.

Oria knew something was wrong. She suddenly had a full sensory simulation going on, and the firewall was gone. The direct neural interface was gone, too. She knew she was still in virtual reality, but that was all. She couldn't tell where she was except that she was somewhere dark. Her thoughts seemed to stretch and bend, and she had no sense of time. It felt like no time at all but she knew at every moment that it felt like forever.

And now she was in a chair. She could feel that, at least, and feel that when she tried to move, something around her hands and legs kept them still.

A soft, clean tone sounded as a room loaded around her. It was about as big as her whole apartment, white, and wholly featureless. The only way she could tell it was a room was that the illuminated walls had faint shadows in the corners.

The tone sounded again, and a soft voice followed. "You have been found guilty of improper citizenship. This is the legal notice of your conviction. Your trial occurred five days ago at 14:42 Standard Time. For your convenience, your sentence has already been determined. Have a nice day, and remember: obey all official directives."

A "Fuck you!" burst out of Oria's lips. Maybe it was predictable. She didn't care, she was fucking pissed. At Elix? No, he hadn't done anything. He'd warned her. In his cautious, careful, nervous kinda way, he might have stopped this from happening.

No, it was all on her. She pushed him to hook her up. And that made her angry. Almost angry enough to--!

...no, it didn't make her angry enough to break free. Damn it.

Her head leaned back against the back of the seat as the room vanished and her thoughts unwound into a thick web, punctuated by points of dread as in her dreamlike state she pondered what her sentence might be.

Elix stared at the pills he'd dug out of Oria's room. She'd had a whole bag of them. From watching her, he knew she popped two of the red ones fairly often when she felt like getting a bit high, and the blue, glowing ones only rarely, when she wanted to forget everything and just get totally hammered. He'd never tried any. He was the quiet, sober one, but without Oria, that pretty much just made him a shut-in.

Do it for her, he thought. She always wanted him to be more...whatever she was. And now she wasn't around to tell him that he should try one of her pilles, or...or anything. It had been a week. His computer was trawling every server and coming up with nothing. He was burnt out. His search would keep running while he tried to numb the pain.

He dug out one of the glowing blue pills. The bag went back in the hidey hole in her room. The jackal looked down his muzzle at the pill, just a pill, just one little swallow.

It rested on the back of his tongue briefly, then a gulp of water sent it flowing down his throat.

It dropped into his stomach, came back up, and punched him in the face.

This was a bad idea. Fuck. This was a really bad idea. Shoulda started with the red, man. He got up, stumbled around, and found himself back in the sofa. He looked at the clock. Five minutes? What had he been doing? And his head was banging against all the walls all around like a tennis ball. He had to get out of here.

It was only in retrospect that he remembered he'd been to a club. The memory was understandably hazy. Downing a few drinks...shit, that couldn't have helped his head. Some girl was there. Pretty cute one. But he wasn't her type though. Oria could've...she wanted him to be...

Right! And that was why he was here. Down two flights of stairs from the street, knock on the door, say you know Rex. He'd been here when Oria some of her piercings, but they did all the body mod stuff. "I want this," he said, pointing to a diagram. The fluorescent-scaled lizard raised his eyebrows, then shrugged.

The next morning, Elix stood before the mirror in the bedroom. The pill had numbed the pain of his hangover, at least. The jackal's hands slid up to cup a modest-sized breast, just enough for a handful. The jackal in the mirror had gently curving hips, a slender waist, soft lips, and a comfortably familiar shaft between her legs. She supposed it was easier to go with 'she' for now. As drunken body mods went, she figured it wasn't too bad. She'd have to tell the guy who did it that he'd done a good job. Honestly, she could probably stay like this.

For Oria, she thought, and a small smile crossed her face. Yeah, for her. She would have wanted Elix to open up more. Pulling on a pair of boxers and a shirt that was a bit big on her now, Elix went into Oria's room. She felt like taking some of the red pills.

"Greetings, improper citizen!"

Oria's head bobbed up as the program she was contained in shifted out of hibernation. In front of her was a glowing, translucent vixen, an image of digital beauty deliberately squeezed into a Defense Force uniform. Oria sneered at the blatant attempt to control the population. She'd heard they were developing AIs. She hadn't thought they would be making 'sexy' ones.

"Due to your misconduct, you have been selected for our pilot repurposing program. We thank you for your contribution toward making Vector a peaceful place to live. Obey all official directives!"

"How about you fuck off and let me go?" Oria snapped. She was getting a little worried. She had no clue how long it had been. Elix wouldn't have disconnected her, though. No, he wouldn't. He probably was glued to those screens, sleeping on the keyboard, downing energy drinks and trying to get her back, she thought. It couldn't have been more than a day or so, right? As long as she was still connected, he'd find a way to get her back.

"I'm sorry for the inconvenience but you'll have to remain here until the process is complete. We will be working on three major areas while we're here: obedience, attitude, and ERC-compliant systems of thought. We'll--"

"Shut up! I don't give a shit, now let me out of here!" Oria shouted. She rocked hard against the chair but it stayed perfectly still.

The AI paused briefly, then began to speak again. "Now that we've completed the introduction, we'll begin right away." In front of her, filling nearly her whole field of vision, dizzyingly vivid, were images of the government, the Party, loyal and happy citizens. A meter tracked Oria's emotional responses to each of them.

A small panel opened in front of her, in reach of the fingers on her right hand. "Please press the green button," the AI said. Oria sneered, gave the AI the finger with her left and, and punched the red button a few times. A searing jolt of pain arched across her body, as if her mind had been told to express pain as best it knew how. She was left trembling, eyes watering, when it was over.

A picture of a pipe appeared behind the AI's head. "There is no pipe. Do you see a pipe?" the AI asked.

"Yeah I do, fuck-faayeeaay!" Oria screamed, convulsing in the seat as more pain coursed through her.

"Now that a baseline is established, we will begin the repurposing process. Please remember to obey all official directives."

Oria's head hung low, but her hands were curled into fists. She wouldn't let this AI wear her down.

"I need to talk to Rho," Elix said. She needed better components if she wanted to track what had happened to Oria, and there was one person who could get her the high-grade gear she needed. Rho had connections in the manufacturing industry--if you wanted to get cutting-edge equipment for hacking, you had to talk to her.

"I need to keep her from getting pestered by wannabe fucks like you," the doberman said with a plain shrug.

Fuck. She knew she shouldn't keep putting off the implants. If she'd gotten them last time she went in, she wouldn't be having to deal with Rho's bodyguard. She'd been taking freelancing jobs these past few weeks, mostly to fund the search for Oria's trail, but also to improve herself. She had to be both halves of the team now. Her once-tidy hair had been shaved down to the fur, and two rings sat along her eyebrow. She'd put a couple of credits at the body mod shop into thicker hips, some more for a couple more inches of height, and most recently, she'd bought a bit of a plump and pout for her lips.

He was looking at her lips. Finally, the jackaless thought, at least something was paying off. Though this was her first time with...y'know, oral. She'd taken two reds before she came into the club, though, so she wasn't feeling too antsy.

"I'll show you wannabe," she said, pushing the doberman back into the shadows near the wall.

It was bigger than she'd expected, and the smell, while not bad, was new. It felt like she had to hold her jaw open and--nnng, no dude, not that deep. She couldn't quite reach the base. Not bad for her first time, she thought. She opened her eyes and looked up at his face. Biting his lip--good, right? She closed her eyes and kept going.

Her tongue slid back and forth. She got a nice growl from him from that. Her hands were holding onto his thighs for support. His shaft coasted along her soft lips smoothly. Her cheeks pinched inward as she pulled back, drawn in by the strong suction. Come on, she didn't want to be here all--oh. Oh wow. Oh hrrngbllrk.

Elix tried to lap up all of the spilled cum on her muzzle and chin, and the few drops that had made it down to her chest. Looking up at the doberman, she tried to find the words to apologize for gagging a bit, but he was already swiping the card for the private booth.

That was actually kind of fun, she thought. Maybe she'd do it again.

About a week had passed since her meeting with Rho when the delivery showed up on her doorstep, full of the latest network components that weren't even on shelves yet. Picking it up, the jackaless hefted the box inside, and set it down in the computer room. She was picking pieces from Oria's wardrobe now, low-cut black tank tops and mesh shirts and PVC pants and big boots. She'd fucking paid for these D's and that ass. Like hell she was going to cover them back up again.

Oria's throat was sore. Well, her whole body was sore, but her throat especially. She felt like she might lose her voice if she didn't stop screaming, so she tried her best to stay silent while the AI seemed to be trying her best to make her scream.

"A proper citizen has no need to fear the government," the narrator said. A bright, smiling wolf shook hands with his neighbor and waved good morning to the CCTV camera. "Improper citizens fear the government because it wants to stop their criminal activities." A nervous-looking ferret hid his face from the camera as he shuffled quickly into his apartment.

The filmstrip ended, and the voices rushed back into her head. They weren't going through her ears, the computer was feeding them directly into her mind. She couldn't block them out, and they screamed at her, telling her to stay loyal to the government, to cease improper activities, to obey all official directives.

Her teeth creaked as she grit them together. She had fought it so far, and she would keep fighting it.

"Level three programming ineffective," the AI's voice said. "Moving to level two." She'd gone all the way from seven to three. Hah, she was just too tough of a nut to crack. She was gonna fucking ruin their system from the inside.

And then level two hit her. She arched her back and groaned out loud. This was different. Pleasure was streaming through her, pounding through every impulse in her mind. Now, she liked girls, and she liked being on top, but this felt like being crushed underneath an unstoppable force while the best cock in the world fucked her.

But she was gay!

But this was good.

"You're being selfish," the AI said, burrowing those thoughts into her head. "You're saying that just because you prefer girls you won't even consider the alternative? Stop being so greedy."

But she wasn't being greedy, she thought, panting, trembling, her pussy leaking heavily down her thighs as it was practically torn open by the simulated fucking she was getting. She just didn't want to--

"That's right, you don't want to. It's not about need or have, it's about want. You're selfish. Stop being a greedy fat cat and share."

The bat's mind sparked and fizzled. She was being greedy, she realized. It wasn't fair. She was so upset about the elites hogging all the money that she didn't realize she was hogging all the sex she was having.

This felt so good it was almost making it hard to think, she thought slowly, head rolling in the chair, eyes glazed over, only able to focus once the AI appeared in front of her again.

"Are you still gay?" the AI asked.

"Fuck no! That's so selfish. I'll...unnh...I'll sleep with anyone."

The AI smiled.

Oria's will had cracked. It was tiny, the slightest fracture, but with every pounding her willpower took, that crack would widen.

Elix had been having trouble picking up Oria's trail. That was about as far as she could remember right now, as everything since getting upset and popping two of the glowy blue pills was a big fucking blur.

Had she hit the body mod place? She was pretty sure she had. She had to get a punchcard for that place or something. Ten piercings and you get a free third tit. Not like she needed to stuff more shit into her tops. The little glossy rubber thing was having a hard time staying wrapped around her tits already. She needed to go shopping for new clothes. She loved the bitch like crazy, but Oria was just too fucking skinny for her modded body.

She didn't know why the fuck she hadn't started modding sooner. Maybe she'd been worried about some dumb...respectable thing or...sanctity of the body. She was a hot, tough jackaless bitch now and she wasn't going to go back to a nervous little boy. And fuck, she was packing more heat than she ever did as a guy. She had thick lips with purple lipstick and plenty of cleavage and a big round ass for people to look at. She wasn't worried about the bulge in her panties. And hey, it was a punk kinda thing, hot chick with a big dick. Oria probably woulda liked it.

...shit. Three fucking months without her. No sign of her. Her body was barely holding up. If it went, what could she even do if she found her? Stupid fucking cunt. She let it happen. She shoulda seen it coming and pulled Oria out. She'd been a dickless little coward and it got her partner killed.

The jackaless leaned against the bar, turning the blue pill between her fingers, looking down at its faint light. Elix dropped it into her glass and let it sink to the bottom. Then she grabbed the glass, lifted it to her lips, and drank it down in one gulp. Shit got easy since she had her gag reflex removed. That's the fucking magic of modding, she thought.

It was even harder to remember what happened after the third pill, but she pieced it together once she was sober. She'd run into a kinda stocky hyena girl, green mohawk, usual sorta rebellious girl, and the girl thought Elix looked hot. She knew she looked hot, but the scrawny guy somewhere inside her was still happy to hear that from other people.

So they'd gone out in the alley behind the club, and were making out pretty hard when the hyena girl found Elix's cock. And yeah, she was surprised, but turns out the girl was real into that shit, and Elix had told her if she sucked it she'd take her to the body mod place.

She didn't remember exactly how the blowjob went, but she remembered groaning so loud she thought the people in the club would hear, then looking down at the hyena wiping cum off her face.

"Like a fucking cannon, huh?" she'd said, before dragging the eager girl off.

Elix didn't want her to go in alone either, so she'd decided to get another cup size and designer purple eyes. They'd sat down in the big chairs together while their bodies were worked over by the guys with the modding machines.

Back at her place, Elix had returned the previous favor, letting the hyena sit below her tits, squeezing her new cock through the cleavage, and wrapping her mouth around the tip. The little bitch was screaming in minutes, and even though Elix fucking loved getting messy, this time she gulped it all down and when she pulled away the hyena bitch's cock was lapped clean.

Elix had fucked the hyena's dripping cunt afterward, tugging on her hair and calling her a cocksucking little herm dyke, and that had melded into falling asleep afterward, and then waking up in an empty bed that smelled strongly of sex.

She gripped her ten inches of morning wood as she crawled toward the shower, stroking herself, and thinking through the haze of sleep and hangover what more she could do to search for Oria. Nothing had come up yet, but it had to. It had to.

"Improper citizens have to suffer," the AI said, her voice clear even over Oria's ragged grunts and moans. The bat was squirming as much as her restraints would allow. She had been holding out against the mounting pleasure for so long now, but it hurt. It hurt so much, and she needed to orgasm.

Her eyes wouldn't close. Somehow they were stuck open, and she was forced to watch the feed of patriotic images flickering before her eyes, so fast she could barely see each but the thoughts of them echoing in the back of her mind.

Government, force, power, strength, submit, join.

"Proper citizens are allowed to orgasm," the AI reminded her for the fifteenth or the fiftieth time.

"Then I'll fucking suffer!" she shouted, voice raspy and hoarse.

The bat's head slammed back into the seat, mouth hanging open, eyes rolling back into her

head. The orgasm that hit her was tearing through her body like a wild beast let free. She slumped down into the seat, the simulated blood pounding in her ears.

"But...I'm not..." Oria sounded confused and upset.

"According to the readouts your response to those stimuli has become positive. Great job!"

It wasn't true, in fact--but the AI was supposed to bluff. The doubt weakened the will even more, made them all the more vulnerable. And while she was concerned with more immediate things, Oria didn't even notice that parts of the analog waveform which was her conscious mind were being transcorded, digitized, and incorporated into a slowly growing computer program. Bits of her mind were being replaced with computer code. Nothing important, not at first.

She was presented with a point of view video feed, moving down along a clean city street. In the back of her mind she wondered where they'd found a street that didn't have rubble and smog. Probably a studio lot. The view turned, and she was looking down an alleyway, seeing some actor dressed in black with dyed hair spraypainting on the wall of the building.

Oria felt a sudden, wrenching anger in her. She didn't know where it came from--the constant audio-sensory feed of commands they were giving her had long since become like pleasant background noise to her. She just knew that seeing that vandalism made her mad. Even if it shouldn't have upset her. Even if she wanted to applaud the man, she found she hated him.

While she sat there, her soft, sizable breasts began to weigh more heavily on her chest. They swelled smoothly outward, barely creating a sensation as they grew. It was a reward for an appropriate emotional reaction. And also a side effect of more of her becoming programmed, lines of code instead of a thought-waveform; they could now control her self-image. Rounder breasts, wider hips; no more dyed mohawk, instead a nice, tidy head of smooth black hair, short band above her brow and curling slightly to touch her jawline around the sides. The 'punk' in her appearance was turned more proper.

In the video, the vandal stopped, started to run, but the camera ran after him, tackling him to the ground, cuffing him as a cop car arrived, ready to take him away. No, she thought, the cops are useless, they're totalitarian, but no matter how hard she reminded herself she hated what was happening, she felt good. Another improper citizen off the street. She hated that she liked it, but she did.

Oria's lips were thickening now, softer, more pleasant, and as her face was softened, her voice was soothed as well; no longer ragged from the screaming, but sweet, clear, even a little authoritative, and coming with an even cadence that sounded almost computerized. And that was because it was computerized.

"Following orders is its own reward," the next filmstrip announced, as a young cheetah officer nodded at her superior, gave him a salute, and walked away, smiling brightly to herself, and producing a warm but gentle sensation of delight between Oria's legs. "Following orders pleases your superiors, an ensures an efficient workplace." The cheetah busily did a few tasks, and her co-workers smiled as they came by to pick up papers she was setting out. That sexual glow continued, and Oria was trembling slightly.

The filmstrip disappeared, and it was the AI in front of her now, still in that cop uniform that Oria unhappily found rather attractive. The hatch on the seat popped open. Her fingers sat over a red button and a green button. "Please press the green button," the AI said.

Her thoughts ran a bit like:

IF $orderRank >= $self_orderRank

THEN add_to_current_objectives $orderString $orderRank

ENDIF

"Yes," she said, in a monotone that sent shivers down her own spine. She pressed the green button.

Elix looked into the mirror with a crooked grin on her big fat purple cocksucking lips. Last night had been one more trip to the body mod shop, getting her moneymakers a couple more cc's and her tits another boost. They're F, she'd say, for fuckin' huge. Her makeup, dark, vivid and harsh, matched the color of her eyes, that same striking purple.

It got easy to forget the pain. It never went away, but she just crammed some blue pills down her throat when she got feeling sad and wrote 'FREE FUCKS' across her side in blacklight marker and went down to one of the clubs. That always left her feeling good, until she remembered again.

Two weeks ago. Two? Nearly three, she thought. Oria's body had given out. That was it; the last thing keeping the scrawny little guy in her head going had died. It was just her and the world now, and she was pissed. And the punk whore was gonna do something about it.

Dynamite. Shit yeah, a whole load of that shit, and--this was a personal triumph of dicksucking for her--an EMP. Hack that, fuckers. She'd like to see a firewall that could stop fucking explosives.

She hung in the doorway to Oria's room, admiring the mound of explosives with the bomb on top. She had debated figuring out a way to make the shape of a middle finger, or a giant 'fuck you' with the dynamite, but she had concluded that dynamite itself was enough of a fuck you on its own.

This wasn't something she was planning on coming back from, though. Not in the dying sense; there was no way in hell she was avoiding the cops coming after her for this. It wouldn't matter, though. They could kill her for all she cared, as long as she did this for Oria.

The jackaless tugged the tiny PVC bikini top over her tits, and a fishnet tank top over that. Fingerless gloves on her hands, straps of her thong peeking over her waist, studded leather collar. Short miniskirt, to show off her package if she spread her legs more than a few inches wide at the ankles. Fishnet stockings, and big black latex boots with a high heel and spikes around the top.

She grabbed the blacklight marker and a couple blue pills as she headed for the front door. Her last night as a free bitch was going to be one hell of a ride.

"Remain still," the AI told Oria. The restraints came undone, but Oria couldn't move. She couldn't do a thing as the AI walked over and helped her to her feet. The chair vanished. A shuddering rush rocked her, nearly driving her to an orgasm. Following orders felt so good. She needed to follow orders.

"You will accept all information coming from authority as true," the AI told her.

"No, that's...that's wrong," Oria insisted, a small bit of fight left inside her, even though she had long since realized how helpful a powerful police state was in keeping order, and she had just recently realized how wonderful it was to take orders herself.

"Why are you always so selfish? Why should you always know what's best? You can be mistaken. The Party is never mistaken."

Oria blinked violently, gritting her teeth and turning away.

"The Party is never mistaken," the AI repeated.

That wasn't true at all, she thought, she knew they were wrong about so many things like...no, wait, hold on. She was sure she could remember. They were...uh, they were wrong about...

While she tried to think, her hands and feet were fading--becoming translucent, covered in crisp, clean boots and gloves.

"Your superiors are always correct."

"No," she said weakly. A few tears ran in a small stream down her cheek, and dissolved into voxels as they fell.

A tight, professional skirt wrapped around her attractively thick hips. Just the right amount of skin showed between the tops of her boots and the bottom of her skirt. A crisp uniform shirt was unfolding along her torso as it began to fade as well, buttoned snugly around her expansive breasts, revealing deep, translucent cleavage where the buttons lay open.

A picture of a pipe appeared behind the AI. A small badge affixed itself to Oria's chest, designating her as a Defense Force AI unit. Only her face still appeared real. She could feel, now, the computer closing in around what was left of her mind, that little chaotic waveform caught between two transistors.

"There is no pipe. Do you see a pipe?"

Oria's eyes moved from the AI's face to the picture, then back to her face.

"There is no pipe," Oria repeated. All of her body had taken on the appearance of a hologram. The last twitch of sadness left Oria's face, leaving her serene, almost smiling, and authoritative. A police cap settled calmly around the bat's head. She quite resembled the AI standing in front of her.

That quivering wave had been replaced, the last bit of rebellion and individuality overwritten by a few lines of code.

Oria closed her eyes as her program sank into hibernation pending assignment.

Elix glowered at the police officer she was handcuffed to, and the German shepherd couldn't help but gulp dryly. They were trained to deal with the worst, but a modded-up, six-foot-six herm jackal who'd just blown up a national banking mainframe was far more terrifying than the usual sort of miscreants they brought in.

Honestly, she was enjoying it. She fucking loved to hate these shits, and every minute she spent here just deepened that hate. 'Citizen #326-110-2927,' the PA chimed, and she stood, with the officer hurrying a little to keep from being dragged behind her.

She sat down in the metal chair in the interrogation chamber, and the officer bent down to switch the cuff from his wrist to the table.

"Hey, pig. You got a wife?" she asked.

"Yeah," he said quietly. He just wanted to make this freak not his problem any more.

"She's gonna fucking love my dick," she said, thrusting her hips to flash her overstuffed thong at him.

He grimaced and started to back away.

"Straight chicks go crazy for herm cocks! It's not my fault when she dumps your ass!" she called out as he left the room.

Flickering into view before her was the hologram police AI, the oversexed bat with a stern look on her plump lips. "Citizen number 326-110-2927, you are accused of the following improper conducts: destruction of public property, destruction of private property, illegal bodily modifications, possession of banned substances, public indecency, and seditious thought. You have been found guilty on all counts. Your sentence is pre-determined to be re-education. Obey all official directives."

The Defense Force AI stepped closer. "I have been chosen as the attendant for your re-education. It will commence immediately," she said, as the chair Elix sat on began to recline.

"Fuck you," Elix told the bat AI, a grin on her face.

A blinking timer reached 00:01. A blinking timer reached 00:00. The timer stopped blinking. There was only a soft noise. The voltage transformers sparked slightly, then grew silent, as a blackout swept across the city. As long as she made them realize their safe little world was a fantasy, she was doing her job.