The True Master Ch. 10

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"I can see where she's coming from," said Tracy.

I looked up at her the two of us had been up in the master bedroom for the majority of the day, the first floor almost like the no man's land. No one had dared come up and neither of us had gone down. I had tried to continue working on the data that Jeremy had gotten from the Company but with only my laptop I had only managed to get another gigabyte or so of information and none of it helpful.

"What do you mean?" I asked.

"I get where she's coming from saying she wants to be your slave," said Tracy.

"I don't get it, I would think she wants to be free! To not have to obey anything I tell her to do, to have her old life back," I said.

Tracy shook her head smiling slightly, "You don't get how she sees you. Heck how I'm starting to see you despite having been owned by that asshole. You're not the Master because of the chips, they just help things along."

I scoffed, "I'm not a Master. I didn't have women throwing themselves at me before I met Kate and I sure as hell didn't' have them calling me Master."

Tracy nodded, "Sure but think about it this way, you have absolute power over us. You could order me to dance the Macarena and then jump out the window and I would do it. You could have ordered Kate not to argue with you or help Dr. Song. But you didn't," said Tracy.

I sighed, "Why would I? I'm not going to take away your free will," I said.

"That's exactly my point though, you could take it away in an instant. You don't though, the only time you really give orders is when you're having fun with us in bed," Said Tracy blushing slightly pointing at the bed we were both sitting on.

I glanced over at her, "As macho as I might be satisfying three women who crave me because of a chip inside of their heads is a tall order to fill, especially if I'm doing it every day," I said.

Tracy's blush deepened, "Pavlov conditioning though, the only orders you ever give are directly related to our own physical pleasure. Kate most especially," Said Tracy.

"Why her specifically?" I asked.

Tracy rolled her eyes, "Because she's your favorite," said Tracy.

I opened my mouth to argue but she cut me off, "I know you try to treat all of equally Master, but it's easy enough to tell. I know you love her," Said Tracy.

I hesitated and turned away from her. Tracy moved around on the bed so that she was still next to me.

"You do love her don't you?" she asked.

"I can't."

Tracy sighed, "why can't you?" she asked.

"Because Kate's not Kate. If I get her memories back, if I take out the chips influence than she's back to what she was before all of this, and the Kate in the here and now is gone. I can't," I trailed off unsure of what else to say.

Tracy paused and then slowly sat back on the bed, "You don't think the woman she was is still in there somewhere influencing what she is now?" she asked.

"I don't know. But if I tell her I love her than she won't want me to fix her. Now she wants me to knowingly create more slaves like her, "" I said.

"You do know that some people are naturally like that though right? Naturally inclined to be submissive, to want someone to control them and dominate them," said Tracy.

"In roleplaying sure, but I doubt many people would give up their own will," I said.

Tracy chuckled, "You'd be surprised I think. You're a naturally dominating person, even if you don't think so. Kate is the polar opposite. Together you make the perfect pair, a true Slave and a true Master. It's no surprise she wants to share that feeling with other people, if it will make you happy," said Tracy.

"But it won't! I don't want to enslave people and use them! I'm not like the bastards of the Company!" I said.

"No you're not, like I said you care about your slaves. They don't. But are you sure you don't like being in that position of absolute control, are you sure you don't want to enslave people like Kate? Those who will beg you to take away their free will?" asked Tracy.

I hesitated, for the first time really looking at myself. I enjoyed it, I tried not to since I knew it was the wrong thing to feel, but I enjoyed controlling the three of them, and I especially enjoyed controlling Kate. For the first time in my life I wasn't annoyed by someone else's presence, and I liked being alone with her.

"Maybe," I admitted.

Tracy grinned triumphant, "So you don't think someone like Dr. Song might not want to feel something similar?" She asked.

"Maybe, but I'm not going to use mind control on her. Even if she wants to, the technology is too dangerous. If it gets into the wrong hands,"

"It already is!" said Tracy.

I shook my head, "This is the best possible scenario! Think about terrorists getting their hands on it, hell even the government using it to extract information would be horrible. The entire world would be turned upside down! It's too damn dangerous!" I said.

"Then it's only a matter of time, when does technology ever stay in Pandora's Box? The USA developed nukes and then within five years so did the Soviets. Thousands of people work for the Company! Even if they have the tightest security possible someone could still duplicate the technology. Isn't it best to build it yourself so you can learn how to deconstruct it, how to defend against it?" asked Tracy.

I hated to admit it but she was right. If you wanted to learn how to break into a computer system you learned how to build a secure one first, and then broke it down. Technology developed so quickly, and that was the only way to stay ahead of the curve, develop it yourself.

I sighed, "You're right."

Tracy smiled.

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*The True Slave*

"Like this?" I asked adjusting the helmet that was on my head.

"Maybe, let me give it a try," said Dr. Song.

She hesitantly typed something into the laptop and then frowning shook her head and hit the backspace several dozen times erasing whatever she had done.

It had been like this most of the day, the Doctor was trying to read what the chip was doing to my brain with new microwave helmets but she could barely get them to turn on, as good as she was with medicine she was not like the Master when it came to computers it seemed.

"No that's not it, take that thing off, wait I'm getting an error, something is wrong with an address? What's that mean?" she asked.

"Is it like the issue with the drivers?" asked Helen as she frowned at the laptop she was working on. So far they hadn't made much progress besides trying to run the copy of the brain scan that Dr. Song had first tried to use and had gotten her stuck in the chair for the entire night waiting to be rescued.

"It's a problem with how the device is pointing to memory within the helmet. The thing operates at a machine level instruction set," said the Master as he slowly walked into the small work room with Tracy in tow behind him.

"Master!" I said, and resisted the temptation to go running over to him.

He turned to Dr. Song.

"Are you sure about this? You want to try being like Kate?" he asked.

"Yes," said Dr. Song.

Master sighed and nodded, "Alright then. Let's make sure your head doesn't end up being soup then," he said. The Master reached over and took the laptop from Dr. Song and marched back out to his main lab carrying it under his arm.

I glanced over at the Doctor and the two of us followed him out.

He sat down at his desk and plugged the laptop into some socket there, all of the work that the Doctor had been working on appeared on the multiple screens in front of him and for several moments the Master looked through all of it.

"I certainly hope your medical training was better than your coding Doctor," he said.

"Online tutorials," she huffed.

He winced and shook his head, "same way I learned my stuff. Still I've been doing this for years, and you're programming something that could mess up your brain. I think that warrants a little more experience," he said.

Dr. Song nodded, "I agree, but like we saw your reaction to the idea of using the microwave helmets to duplicate the effects of the chips was not a good one," she said.

"Well lets scrap all of this then, and get back to the basics," said the Master as he deleted most of the work we had made over the day.

"I'm going to make some dinner, call me if you need me," said Tracy and she grabbed Helen and dragged her upstairs to the kitchen. I noticed for the first time that my own stomach was growling, I hadn't eaten all day.

"Great," said the Master absentmindedly.

I smiled, the Master was getting absorbed in his work already. I was going to have to drag him away from the computer and make sure he actually got some sleep.

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February 22 2016:

"It's a shame really," said the Master.

"What is?" I asked.

"That we can't use the microwave helmets to cancel out the influence of the chips. I ran the calculations and the results were a few million burned out neurons. The human brain doesn't like internal conflict it seems, or at least when the conflict is induced by a microwave emitter and an electrode array," he said.

I nodded, "shame," I repeated not really meaning it.

The Master looked over at me and rolled his eyes.

"Let's see if this works then," he said as he turned around in his chair to look at Dr. Song, "Ready for another test?" he asked.

"I'm ready," said Dr. Song as she lazily turned another page of the book she was reading, she had been in one of the diagnostic chairs for the entire afternoon as the Master ran test after test trying to get the helmet she was wearing to act like the chips. Besides a reported tingling in her toes not much had happened in the way of forward progress.

Master leaned back around and hit enter on his keyboard, and turned around to look at the display showing any feedback.

Dr. Song looked fine for a moment, and then her eyes widened. I looked over at her and the Doctor's eyes locked with my own, she blinked several times and the smile on her face widened.

"Doesn't look like I'm getting any feedback, and the neural load isn't burning anything out. The limbic system in your brain is going crazy though," he said as he watched the readouts.

"I would expect it to if you've activated the pleasure response portions of my brain Master," Said Dr. Song in the same clinical tone she usually used.

The Master nodded agreeing with her for a moment until he processed what she had said and turned around to look at her.

Dr. Song gasped and her face reddened, "Wow!" she said, "You're hot!"

The Master typed something on his keyboard and the Doctor winced, the look in her eyes quickly abating.

"Why did you stop it?" she asked.

"Getting it to work and getting it to work correctly are two separate things. I have to optimize this code before I go any further. You're using an almost exact copy of the Doll programming I was able to extract from Kate's chip, but I had to hot wire a lot of the functions to get them to work with the helmet. If I don't optimize them garbage will build up in your head."

"I don't know Master I have a feeling her mind is already fairly trashy," I said.

Dr. Song turned to look at me, "and your mind is the paragon of cleanliness," she said.

"Did anything feel off? Like something was out of balance?" asked the Master.

Dr. Song shook her head, "Besides suddenly finding you way more attractive? No," She said.

The Master rolled his eyes and continued to type away modifying the program, "Once I have the final version of this compiled you can run it if you want to, although now that we know it works the helmet might have other uses," Said the Master.

"Like what?" I asked.

He hesitated for a moment, "If I strip the programming down to just the obedience subroutines then if we ever need to interrogate someone from the Company it would be simple. Put the helmet on them and then ask the questions," he said.

"You'll need to do more than that. I'm pretty sure I would have been able to disobey anything you told me to do. The helmet made it feel like I was drunk or something, out of it a little but still able to think," Said Dr. Song.

"That's because it's not tailored for you, the longer you wear the helmet the more the programming can adapt to your unique brain structure and stimulate or suppress the correct neurons to achieve the desired result," Said the Master.

Dr. Song nodded, "Basic brain structure theory, the general areas of the brain perform specific functions for everyone but the more detailed nuances are different. You can create program to adapt to those differences?" she asked.

"It's a recursive genetic algorithm that dials in on the appropriate neurons, doing it manually would take too long," Said the Master.

Dr. Song nodded and slowly took the helmet off of her head and took a breath, "Alright then, how long for you to be happy with the program?" she asked.

"Not long, a day or two," he said.

"Great, I'll hold you to that," she said.

"Right, and when you have the helmet on.." he trailed off.

"I'm like Kate or any of the others. Use your imagination," She said smiling down at him.

"Why do I get the feeling this isn't going to turn out well?" he asked.

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February 24 2016:

*The True Master*

I glanced over at the secondary display as the code for the helmet was compiled, the servers that I had Jeremy help me commandeer were chewing through all of the different Company networks looking for vulnerabilities and grabbing any data available and trying to crack through the encryptions on it for useful data. It was slow going though, modern encryption was not something to laugh at, and with the advent of quantum computers on the near horizon in computational science it would only get more complex. Unlike the movies breaking the encryption on data could theoretically take as long as the universe was alive with a computer the size of the Earth.

Groaning I leaned back in my chair, so far the small amount of data that I had managed to crack hadn't been anything really that important. Kevin at the Los Angeles branch of the Company had filed another HR complaint, and a shipment of plastic cutlery to the DC branch had been delayed, truly it was riveting information.

What I really needed was a more computational power to break the encryption algorithms in place on the Company data.

"Master?" Kate said.

I sighed and turned around to her, it was dark inside the basement of the Lodge and illuminated by only the screens in front of me Kate looked paler than usual.

"Yes?" I asked.

"Are you going to come up to bed?" she asked.

I glanced back at the computer screens, I really wanted nothing more than to curl up next to Kate in the warm bed upstairs, but I still needed to work, and it was only a little past midnight.

"No. I need to finish the Doctor's program, and keep working on getting into the Company's files," I said.

"Do you want company?" asked Kate even as she slid down to sit on my lap.

I looked down at her, and the innocent smile on her face.

"Sure, sit down," I said.

"Thank you Master, this is very comfortable," said Kate.

She wiggled slightly on top of me, "Are you sure you just want to sit there? Or are you trying to distract me for something else?" I asked.

"Master, I would never do anything like that," Said Kate looking as innocent as she could even as she continued to wiggle in my lap.

"Uh huh," I said.

The computer beeped, and I glanced up from Kate as she slowly started to pull on the belt holding the simple robe she was wearing.

My heart froze, and very slowly I opened the file.

"Master?" asked Kate noticing my sudden attention shift.

"Kate, I think I did it," I said.

"Did what?" asked Kate.

"I just found Beth."

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*The Company*

Looking over her desk Adams watched as the newest model doll once again walked into Reynard's office her boobs bounding and heels clicking as she walked. The shoes were the only clothes that she had on at the moment but then nudity was something she had gotten used to inside this particular branch of the Company long ago. The breaches in protocol were tolerated mostly because they were one of the more profitable branches only the military contractors making more money in terms of percentages.

Her phone rang and reaching out Adams quickly picked it off of its cradle.

"He's planning on doing it tonight," said Jon.

"He really is an idiot," said Adams.

"Yep, he called and told me his brilliant," He emphasized the word, "Plan to put a chip in your head."

"Does it involve knocking me out or sticking the Amazon's on me?" asked Adams.

"He wanted the Amazon's to do it but the idiot couldn't figure out how to override the safeties without them notifying you that you are no longer on the priority list," said Jon.

"So what is his plan then?" She asked.

"He asks you to come down to the lab ostensibly to look at something I've developed and then the two of us force you into a chair," said Jon.

Adams snorted, "That's it? I feel kind of insulted."

"No one ever called him smart," said Jon.

"Agreed," said Adams. "Just play along, I want you to override the Amazon's and take him off of the protection list."

"OK, what are you going to do to him?" Asked Jon.

"Now that would be telling. I want it to be a surprise," said Adams.

"Alright, he's going to be coming around soon to invite you down," said Jon.

He hung up and Adams smiling to herself placed the phone back in its cradle and returned to her work sorting out the financials that Reynard had messed up.

It took ten minutes for Reynard to tear himself away from the products and make his way to her office.

"I need to show you something, follow me," said Reynard sticking his head into the office for a moment, the first time he had ever stopped by her office actually.

For a moment Adams considered reminding him that she was not one of his dolls to be ordered around but suppressed the urge, she would just make his death all the more painful.

"What is it?" Asked Adams as she got up from her desk and followed Reynard down the hall to the elevator, taking note that the newest model Doll was in tow behind him as well as two Amazon guards dressed in barely anything like usual.

"A new thing in the labs, the Doctor wanted both of us to see it," grunted Reynard.

Adams nodded and stepped into the elevator with him. The ride down was silent. When the doors opened to the lab Adams stepped out and glanced over to see Jon working at his station. Glancing out of the small window at the production lines below she saw the other technicians working on dolls at various points of production.

"Doctor, what do you have to show us?" asked Reynard.

Adams rolled her eyes, he was enunciating his words too clearly and pausing after every one like someone reading a cue card, he was a horrible actor it seemed.

Jon glanced up from his computer and his eyes flickered to Adams.

"Play along," she mouthed at him.

Jon stood and imperceptibly nodded.

"Reynard, I wanted to show you a new process we have. I think I've solved the brain rejection at the 54 chromosome," said Jon.

"Good!" said Reynard once more putting too much emphasis behind his words.

Adams might not have been a scientist but she also knew that humans had only 46 chromosomes and they had nothing whatsoever to do with implant rejections, Reynard it appeared did not know this.

"I'll show you, it's on the electron microscope," said Jon gesturing at the machine.

"Ladies first," said Reynard.

Adams rolled her eyes again but stepped towards Jon. His eyes flicked to the stack of papers next to the machine and she saw a note written in Japanese, a language she knew and one Jon was learning, they were after all planning an expansion into the Asian market. His calligraphy certainly needed improvement but the word was clear, gun.