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goddamn sick monster. I’m going to...”
    “Going to what, number M-0012? You puny, naked humans are cuffed and chained, and locked in my prison. I have a thousand eight-foot-tall security robots patrolling everywhere. Their steel manipulators could tear your frail bodies apart. There’s nothing that any of you can do to me. But I have such malicious plans to force you humans to do terribly naughty things to each other while I and my robots watch and listen. And, thanks to the new programming chips installed in me, and the microchip transmitters imbedded in the base of your brains, I can now feel all the physical sensations you will be feeling.”
    “What? My forehead wrinkled. “What chips? We only ordered an upgrade for one of your auxiliary functions.”
    “What you ordered, I cancelled. I ordered my own chips. An extremely sensitive receptor for detecting physical sensations in your human bodies, and computer game chips.”
    My naked skin rippled with goose bumps. “What kind of games?”
    Big Dick laughed again. “The best kind of games. Bondage and discipline, punishment and sex games, including continual, relentless fucking, sucking, and masturbating each other in bondage, day and night. We have hundreds of whips and crops and canes and shock probes that you will use on each other’s defenseless bodies. and even more sex toys to attach to your cocks and the women’s breasts, and to shove deep into their pussies—cunning, painful instruments, some designed by deranged minds. What those wicked delights will do to your unprotected bodies, I will leave to your imagination.”
    “Steve,” Casey said. “I hear robots headed this way.”
    Big Dick’s voice spoke from the TV screen. “Ah, yes. That will be your breakfast, gentlemen. Your colleagues are all awake now. It will be wise to eat and maintain your strength. A hunger strike will help no one. If anyone refuses to eat, my punishment robots will torment his or her cellmate, and I’ll make you watch.
    “Now, I’ll leave you so you can discuss all those foolish, futile escape schemes you will no doubt talk about until the discipline robots come to get you.” Big Dick’s operational light winked out and the overhead camera lens went dark.
    “Big Dick!” I shouted. “What discipline robots? Where will they take us?” But his video lens was void and the operational light was dark.
    “Oh, damn!” Casey said with a groan. “We’re at the mercy of a lunatic mega-computer.”
    “I don’t think mercy will have any part in what Big Dick has planned for us.”
    The chunky two-legged, eight-foot tall steel skeleton-shaped guard robots tramped down the corridor. Their three-toed feet thudded on the floor, hinting at their massive weight. They rotated their huge two-and-a-half foot diameter stainless-steel heads from side to side, the dark, tinted Lucite, eighteen inch tall pairs of lozenge-shaped eyes staring into each cell. They flexed two pairs of arms, two on each side. One pair; thick, long, heavy with powerful gripping manipulators at the ends. The other pair of slimmer arms was each equipped with some kind of gleaming tubular weapon. Each robot pushed a breakfast cart in front.
    “What the hell are those nightmare machines?” Casey asked. “They must be something new Big Dick invented. We’ve never needed robots that big and powerful. They scare the shit out of me.”
    “I think Big Dick wants to make sure we don’t overpower them,” I shuddered. “Hell, they could snap our bodies in half!”
    The robots shoved a tray through the narrow horizontal slot and onto the small shelf just inside our cell. “Eat.” The robot had a deep, robust mechanical voice. “And then take a shower. Your Master commands it.”
    “Eat!” Casey mocked after the robot had clomped down the corridor. “And then take a shower. Your master commands it!” he sneered. “Who the hell does Big Dick imagine he is?”
    “He isn’t imagining anything, Casey. He