Thread: To love what isn't Human (QB X Airi)

We will see each other again...I promise... The latest shot of Methodol really was taking root. Given the long hours of work one has to do in the Ward 7's Administration, the use of the 'enhancer' was more than needed to stay up and functional. The side effects did include nausea and some memory lapse, but that was but a small price to pay if that meant he could keep the gears that keep the city what it was revolving. After the shot, his eyes kept track of the information system, using the holograms to keep track of the system. At any other day, Samuel would have taken a Strain 8254 coffee brewed Black, but there were no food or beverages allowed in each work station. While many workers would have their station nothing more than a cubicle, Samuel was more than fortunate to have a room to himself, overlooking the magnificent metropolis that was City 8. Each City was the remainder of the human spirit, freed from the laws of morality and led by the principles of Darwin who, ironically, is considered a Saint with the Church of Progression and their crazy evolution-worshiping dogma. Done away with Democracy and human rights, it was cruel yet the system worked almost flawlessly. He sighed, taking no more than a moment's glance towards the skyline. THIRTY MINUTES UNTIL EVENT A MEETING WITH EMPLOYEE ID183404S. His robotic 'Organizer' named Gladys was always there to remind him of almost everything, a small hologram coming out of his wrist. Confirmed. he said, disconnecting from the information gateway. The door's control glowed a bright green instead of the red previously and the door slid open. Monotonously, the entire workplace opened up as workers jest, joked and walked down to get something to eat. He was sure that Nathaniel would be expecting the Quarterly report soon after, so he had to eat quick. It was a simple life a repetitive one mind you, but a peaceful one, nonetheless. They called it calibration, but the more cynical would know it to be nothing more than torture. Clad in a revealling and tight fitting clothes, the bodice of the outfit encased her torso as most of the borners outfits did but these men had added their own twist to it. Where once the fabric had been solid, a jagged diamond had been cut out of the front from collar bone nearly down to an inch above her privates, the fabric being sealed shut by clasps that ran between her legs. Black pants were sewed to this bodice, but slats had been cut out to reveal the tops of the insides of her thighs. Disembodied sleeves hung from her biceps, to reveal the naked hills of her shoulders and upper part of her back. A panneled skirt attached to her hips with the insignia of the pleasure slave. She was mounted upon what looked like a half-cylinder machine, legs on both sides. She was penetrated by plugs that stuck out from her groin, the vibration rather sublime and extreme. A ring-gag was forced onto her mouth, arms bound together in a sleeve. This was just routine, as the machines would 'reconstruct' her proof. They knew not what her new master would enjoy, so it was for the best for her hymen to be reconstructed. After bringing her to a climax, the test on the sensitive little bud inside of her succeeded. Then, the usual they would test her for sensory reasons. Although this did just amount to her being forced to orgasm until she could take no more. Moan. commanded a geneticist behind the camera. She heard nothing but his words, the headset muffling out all noise, along with the blindfold that obscured the world into darkness. This was almost a daily occurrence, after all...she had no worth. She could be thrown away at any given moment. She was...property.