Maj Hamill
The Major walked down the walkway along the middle of the milking floor. To his left and his right, the new Hucows were snug in their restraints, pumps sucking on not-yet lactating tits, Hoof prosthetics where their hands and feet once were, and metal identification tags dangling from each nose.
“At last, this disaster is over.” He said to Sgt Ford who walked with him.
The sergeant nodded. “32 surviving non-DFA affiliated Mesh-Puppets accounted for sir!”
Maj Hamill stopped and looked at the man. “I only count 31.”
Ford nodded “Yes sir! One was outside the country and retrieval was impossible! Listed as ‘Misty’ in the records sir! Apparently a gift from Chaste to a friend!”
Hamill shook his head. “Goddamned that man! Whatever his captors are doing to him isn’t enough!” He sighed. “Ok, so what about this Misty?”
“Killswitch sir!” Ford replied. “I issued the suicide command through the Mesh update system myself! Subject went offline at 0632 local three days ago!”
“Well done.” Hamill nodded.
They were interrupted by a new voice. “Uh excuse me.”
Hamill turned to see a younger skinny man with thick rimmed glasses. He just held his eyes on him not saying a word.
The man seemed to shrink under the gaze “Uh, sirs, I have been trying to get to you since you arrived but Dr. Kurtz wouldn’t allow it!”
“He is the officer, I work for a living.” Ford corrected the man.
“Patience for civilians Seargent.” Hamill said with a smile. “Dr. Kurtz no longer holds any authority, or breath. So you can talk now.”
“Yes, uh, I wanted to know when we would restart the Mesh program!” The man said.
Hamill swept his open palm around them indicating the 31 former women on the milking racks. “I think you see my plans for that program all around you!”
The man averted his eyes, apparently Hucows offended him. “Yes, the use of the Mesh as an entertainment device was unwise. But there were other applications! Neuro-enhansment, HUD communication! Skill transfer, Personality mapping! Continuity based immortality! The military alone could benefit”
The Major sighed. “I would not want that goop inside the skulls of my men. Not after what just happened. Besides, the databanks are wiped. We have enough to maintain what we have, but it’s all just schematics. The theory is lost. The DFA has the last remaining puppets and if they listened to me, all their ‘Cunt Cops’ would be on milking racks with the rest of em!”
The thin man nodded “Yes, but Chaste kept backups. Not just of the data, but the talent as well. The key breakthroughs were developed by Dr. Elizabeth Masters and Dr. Gina Tarentella! After they documented their notes, Chaste had them turned into Puppets themselves so he could have access to them if something happened!”
The Major laughed.
The man looked puzzled.
“Dr. Masters died in the incident.” Ford explained. “She was serving as a fuckpet in one of the labs where she locked the door and triggered the Halon system killing five men and herself”
“As to Dr. Tarentella, she is right over here!” The Major said, walking down the line to one of the Hucows and lifting her nosetag with a finger. It read “Dr. T”
The man’s face brightened “That’s great! She can tell us how to get started again!”
The Major shook his head. He stroked the Hucow’s bald head. “Open” he said.
The Hucow opened her mouth and the man staggered back “oh God!”
“No tongue means no talking.” The Major then flicked her right front hoof “and she isn’t likely to type much with that!”
The man looked lost.
“What’s your name son?” The Major asked
“Adam, sir. Adam Vir” He said.
“I appreciate your dedication Adam. You showed guts coming to me.” He looked at Ford as he spoke “Make sure Mr Vir finds suitable employment elsewhere, with my blessings. His initiative warrants a promotion. Make sure he is rated M14 or above.”
“Yes Sir!” Ford said and led Mr Vir off the milking floor.
Maj Hamill took out a phone and made a call. “Cushing, it’s Hamill. The Hucows are all secured, you can disable Mesh control and shut the system down. Time to restore their free will”
He turned and walked toward the exit. Suddenly, behind him 31 voices rose in wordless screams.
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