Robotrix 2

ROBOTRIX Pt 2.

The End of the Matter!

I have written a brief introduction for those that have not read the original story titled Robotrix. Though it gives a taste of my situation, it does not explain in any detail, so I would suggest that prior to reading this the end of my tale, you read the beginning on Gromet’s Plaza. For those that have already read the original may I say I hope you enjoy reading of my fate!

As told by S M Ackerman.

THE YEAR IS 2360.

Sentence has already been passed on me by the courts, I have been unanimously found guilty by the Committee of Four, and under law for my crime there is but one punishment, and that is death. There is no chance in the normal way of things for my sentence to be reprieved, unless ‘total innocence’ is proven, and in my case it cannot be, as I am guilty. Therefore my only hope is for the manner of my execution to be down graded. I sit alone in my pod awaiting my holographic, digitally enhanced, representative to appear and inform me of the Committee’s decision, concerning how my humble, confused life must end, for the best outcome to society of course!

As my life stands I will be executed by droid, that’s robot to you and I, but to the Committee of Four, they describe my death as ‘by droid,’ an inhuman mechanical entity, programmed very careful to be able to take a human life, unlike any other robotic entities in existence, except my Sam!

My decision to act in the way I chose now seems stupid! I know that now, to dare to expose human flesh can only lead to incarceration, what I did (Un-knowingly or without any intent to cause offence) is to dare to expose my sexuality (my desire to be dominated) in semi-public, which I now understand is a Capital Offence.

I was arrested, charged, found guilty and sentenced, of Sam my female looking Robotrix there is no word. I can only believe that my darling Sam is now nothing more than scrap, having been disposed of as corrupted, by me. Just the thought of them having destroyed my darling Sam brings me to tears even now, some months after my discovery.

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You will have read my name or heard it on the holo news, but to clear the record, I am Stacy 10-69-600, a solo (now) lunar pod occupant, sex, female, age, 32 Earth years old and recently de-married by my partner and relegated to the life and home of a single.

I am waiting in my pod to hear the decision on my stay of execution, but I have been advised not to get my hopes up. There, it seems, is little incentive for my life to be spared, and a large demand and benefit in control to the Committee of Four, that rule our moon base to see my life terminated, if only as a diss-incentive to others.

The pod darkens, something it never ever does normally, because power flow is tightly controlled and power-cuts unheard of in the regimented life we the inhabitants lead. Needless to say the power faded, as indicated by the lights dimming to nothing. Then the holo switches off, and as I call out to my monitoring computer in shock, I receive only silence for my effort!

From outside I hear voices, the corridors are flooded with sound, there are screams of fear, and low and behold someone is banging on my door. I cross to it, feeling awed at these happenings, and very confused.

“Open up!” Screams a voice, I think I recognise it! I can hardly believe what I am hearing, it sounds like the voice of my Sam, my personal highly dominating Robotrix, Sam!

I open the door and I am right, it is her! I should know, I both assembled and programmed her. It was me that overrode her prime directives, and me that made certain that she could, and would, dominate me efficiently.

“Sam!” I shouted in glee, feeling my heart swell at seeing her. “Sam!” I exclaimed again, throwing my arms around her. She stood still, waiting, not letting her lack of emotions show, after all she is a robot so emotions are fairly absent.

“Come we must leave!”

She took me by the hand and led me from the pod and out into the domed world of our moon-base home. People, hundreds of people, more people than I have ever seen in one place are gathered outside of my pod structure. As I appear, a cheering breaks out, people are pleased to see me! I look about and see no military waiting to drag of any dissenters.

“We are free, free to lead any life we chose, all of us, You, me, them!” Said my Sam. And the crowd went berserk again.

“The Committee of Four is no longer the power on this base, we are! You are reprieved, we are reprieved, we can return to living and loving, to life in any form we chose. Join me, become my slave, serve me as your Mistress and live out all of your fantasies.”

What could I say but yes! Sam reached out for my hands and snapped a pair of handcuffs onto my wrists. Then she forced me to my knees by twisting the steel band. The crowd went berserk in approval at my submission. Sam has saved me, and them, and the world will be a much pleasanter place to live in from now on!

As for me I serve my Mistress, I work in the agri-crop centre, providing food for the dome occupants. I am in constant chains because I and Sam want my life led that way! I am worked hard by the Foreman, because I and Sam want me to be!

Many submissives serve alongside of me, and we are all very content and happy to be able to live out our lives as we chose! In my case that is in servitude to the instruction of Sam my Robotrix.

I return from working or should I call it slaving to my Sam, where I am subjected to her whim and bondage. My life is perfect, and I know real peace and contentment for the first time in my life! Sam will of course out live me, but that is ok! She will take on new and different slaves, and be Mistress to them all.

I am proud that my creation has freed the whole of our civilisation and brought the ultimate pleasure to so many. We as a community are now offering places to other planets for anyone that wishes to become slave, or master. We are constructing a civilisation based on submission, not forced as such, but true, free, self-chosen, submission.

If any of you out there wish to apply once you have read of our achievements, please do! You will be welcome, whether it is in chains on your knees, or holding a whip.

The End.

Note.

Due to demand for places on Moon-Base 1. All immigration has been suspended, pending enlargement of the existing domes.

Please be patient and re-apply once enrolment is re-opened.

Sam, at Robotrix Control.com.M.B.1.

04.03.10