Date: Wed, 12 Jan 2005 22:32:44 -0800 From: JOSH WOLPERT Subject: The future of man "The future of man." is a work of fiction... I hope. All copyright names are owned and operated by their respectful owners. Set only a few years in our upcoming future. If my imaginative version of future events offends you, I do deeply apologize. And if you have any complaints, please take them up with me... The publishers of Fictionmania are just full filling my and many other peoples wishes of being drunken artists. (Ok. So maybe they're not all as drunk as me. Our future. In the year 2008 small meteorites began striking Earth. These meteorites were never found however, 237 separate craters and not a single sign of the space depress. This had most members of the scientific community puzzled, how could the meteorites simply disappear? But as the months passed, the population simply stopped caring about the missing rocks and went about there day to day business. Then on the eve of 2010, the location of the missing stones became apparent when every power plant on the globe shut down. Every missile war head became inert, and the satellites in space simply stopped transmitting. A few days later scientists concluded that all the major electrical systems of Earth had been corrupted by nano probes. And that these microscopic machines gave off small amounts of Gamma wave radiation only found in the vacuum of space... The meteorites that had crashed and disappeared were balls of nano machines. But why had they shut down all of the most important systems of our world, where had they come from, and more importantly, what were they doing now? The answer to these questions and more came with the arrival of the `Traders'. Thirty ships the size of air craft carriers appeared in the sky around the globe and landed in unpopulated areas. A short time later, simple radio wave messages flooded the air waves and entered every TV and radio on the globe. "We are the `Traders', your planet and all it's people now belong to the Consortium." I'm sure you can guess what happened next. Hundreds of gun toting, NRA card holding Americans charged the ships hell bent on stopping the invaders. Around the world in every country, others tried the same tactics and failed. No bodies were ever found and after one thousand people boarded these ships, the vessels would leave and be replaced by other ships from space. No one ever saw or heard from their friends and loved ones again. Many ideas popped up for what happened to the captured people. They were taken for food, or science experiments, or any thing else peoples minds could conjure up from years of watching TV. All any one could be sure of was that they weren't taking every one, only about half of Earth's population. They wanted us to keep reproducing so they wouldn't run out of us, like we were some kind of commodity that could be stacked on shelves. The present. 2014 Joshua awoke to the warm sun light pouring into the front window of his car. He was in the drivers seat with a bottle of "ever clear "in his lap. He picked up the bottle and examined it, probably two shots left in it. "What the hell did I do last night?" As hard as he tried, he could not recall the events of the previous night. All he knew was that he'd pulled over and started drinking. But it didn't matter, there were no immediate threats in the area last night and none now as he could see. So he opened the door and staggered out of the car towards a nearby bush and began relieving himself. After the morning ritual was done he examined his surroundings. He was literally in the middle of no where, nothing but desert around him and a beat up old highway in front of him. Josh looked in the back of his car, an old 53 Cadillac hearse he'd rebuilt. The black coffin was still there so there was no need for any concern. Josh wondered what could possibly be in the container. His employer was very specific about not opening it, and the payment he'd received was far too generous for it to be a standard shipment of food, medicine or weapons. "Well, maybe an old nuke." He said obviously to himself. But is was none of his business and so he started out on the last leg of his journey. He was only fifty miles from his destination and knew his contact would be pleased at his being a full day ahead of schedule. Forty five minuets later or so he was at the drop off point, a ghost town that had long since been abandoned. The remnants of the town showed that it had been a `one horse town' even before the fall of civilization. A few houses, a convenience drug store, a bar, and a few other local businesses. That's when he saw the building, an old brick rail way station that still had a genuine diesel train with only two cars. "That's gotta be the place." He said to himself. He pulled up to the building and when he came to a stop he found himself quickly surrounded by people brandishing assault rifles and hand guns. Josh slowly stepped out of the car with his hands in the air. "I come in peace!" he said with a chuckle. " I have a shipment here for a man named Joseph." One of the smaller guys took off into the train station at full sprint. A little while latter the man returned and ordered the soldiers to lower their weapons. "The boss is inside," the man said as he approached josh. "Where is the shipment?" "Your shits in the coffin." Replied josh as he lowered his hands and nodded to the car. Josh walked into the building and looked for Joseph as the soldiers unloaded the coffin and moved it into a train car. The new job. "Welcome to our little hide away." Said Joseph as he shook Josh's hand and led him to a table in the corner. "I must say I'm impressed with your work, I don't think we've ever had a shipment of supplies get out here so quickly." He said with a smirk as he put his feet up on an extra chair. "Well, I make a living off of transporting goods. The more my customers like my work, the more work I get." Said josh as he lit up an old stale cigarette. Joseph pulled a bong up from under the table, loaded it, took a big long rip, and handed it to Josh. Josh wasn't one to ever pass up a free high so he took it and thanked Joseph for his hospitality. Several bowls and a few beers later Josh had a really good buzz going and actually started to relax. That's when Joseph asked. "So, would you take another shipment for us? It's a small package and there's only a three day dead line to get it two hundred miles." Josh thought about it, an easy enough task, but the pay probably wouldn't be very good. "So what's the pay, and where do I have to go? "Smart man," Joseph replied. "Right down to business. The cargo is some kind of android thing we found a few clicks to the north of here, I'd like you to take it to my brother Mark in phoenix... As far as your pay, I suppose we could load you up with supplies. And I know my brother would have a couple bars of gold for you." "It's a deal," said Josh. `It'll probably be the easiest job I've taken in a while.' He thought. And so it was settled, Josh was given; gas, ammo for all his weapons, food, and a pound of some really good herb. Josh was token on his third bowl of the best pot he'd smoked in years thinking, `I'd have taken this job just for the pot, ha-ha.' when the soldiers arrived with his new cargo. Josh watched them load it into the back of the car and studied it intently. It looked like a big Barbie doll. It was just under six feet, blond hair, wearing some kind of pink princess dress that flared out to a diameter of about 5 feet at the bottom. It was obviously damaged, the right leg had been severed, one of it's baby blue eyes had been removed, some of the hair had been burned, about forty bullet holes adorned it's dress, and a lot of the skin was charred and melted. "This thing put up one hell of a fight," Said one of the soldiers. "It was banged up a little when we found it and it still took a shit load of fire power to bring it down." "But the thing is dead right?" Asked Josh. "As far as we can tell, after we dropped a grenade next to it stopped fighting and dropped to the ground. We tested a few of the wires and didn't find any power runnin' through the limbs." The last run of the "53" Arc angel Josh started out that day, he wanted to get this job done as soon as possible. Every time he started to concentrate on the road, he'd see the doll move out of the corner of his eye. But as soon as he tuned to look at it, it was as still as ever. "God damn it! This thing's making me fuckin' paranoid as all hell." So Josh decided a couple shots of liquor would calm his tension, and after that a joint or two to help pass the time. But what Josh couldn't have known was that the androids power supply was still intact, as was it's g.p.s. system. He also couldn't have known that the small town he'd just left was now under attack and being overrun by the same types of androids he was now transporting, as well as a few new models made entirely of the nano machines in the meteorites. So, onward he went. Oblivious to the fact that he was transmitting his position to the owners of the android. Only caring about the gold he would receive upon completion of his mission. After several hours, he was only 20 miles from his destination and decided to rest for the evening. He pulled over to the side of the road and found a small area behind some trees that no one would be able to see. Feeling sure that no one would be able to find him he popped a couple trazadones to force him into sleep. And within no time, the medication had provided it's desired effect. Josh was standing in the middle of the desert, dirt beneath him, blue sky above him, and a pistol on the ground at his feet. He picked it up and examined it. A desert Eagle 44 magnum. The most powerful hand gun you could get in the twentieth century. That's when he saw her, she was beautiful. Wearing a Pink dress, high heels, and some kind of crown. Josh looked to the ground and thought... "What was it called? Oh yeah a tiara." When Josh looked up again, he saw her more clearly. A lot more clearly, she'd moved from a great distance away to only three feet away in only seconds. "He- He Hello." He said. She looked directly into his eyes and smiled. This made Josh let down his guard, some thing he never did. But as soon as he smiled and asked her. "What's your name?" She grabbed him by the upper arms. Startled, Josh was back to his old self with adrenaline pumping. He raised the gun and unloaded every single round into the beautiful creature. After the gun smoke wafted away with the wind he was still in her grasp, and she was no closer to letting go. She pulled him closer, and just as there lips were about to meet and his panic was at it's peek he screamed. "Ah-." "-Shit." He screamed as he jumped in the seat and hit his head on the ceiling. Reality came crashing in around him. He'd been dreaming, and now he was awake. He spun around in his seat and looked at his cargo, it was still there, and hadn't moved. But it was still freakin' him out. A half bottle of "Ever Clear," and he was back sound asleep. Once the sun had risen half way through the sky and was peering through the tree tops and the car has starting to turn into a two ton oven, Josh decided it was time to get up. Once he was out of the car and surveying his surroundings he decided to begin the morning rituals which governed his life. While he was pissing on a fallen tree, he spied something about two hundred yards in the distance. It looked to be a space ship of some kind, or at least half of one. It was badly damaged and covered in rust and vines. Josh continued to sit and watch the structure for another hour before he decided to venture towards the metal monstrosity. "Is that a Traders ship?" Josh made a quick snack of bread and spam he'd been given by the soldiers at his last stop. He also rolled and lit up a blunt of his pot as he started loading himself up with weapons. After he was sufficiently armored, camoflaushed, and stoned he made his way towards the remnants of the ship. Josh stopped and took cover behind some bushes about 100 feet from the largest opening in the hull. He sat quietly in hiding there for almost an hour. `No one's come in or out of it, so it might be abandoned. But at the same time, I think that's a `traders' ship.' He thought. "No risk, No gain." He said to himself. And so he warily ventured towards the opening with his assault rifle at the ready, pointing this way and that at anything that could be a threat. `If I could just salvage one piece of tech from this old bastard, I'd be set for life. No more cargo runs and no more danger. Just a nice peace full life telling other cargo runners what to do and where to go.' As Josh reached the large rip in the ships hull he watched and listened one more time to be sure he wasn't walking into an ambush. Josh was starting to double think this plan. He knew this wasn't a good idea to get any where near a `Trader' ship, but curiosity was calling him inward. And so he walked in. Josh explored several areas of the ship and found no one. This made him greatly relaxed and confident in not only himself but his original decision. He was wandering the ship now looking for salvage, finding rare items and metals and putting them in a back pack he'd brought along when he came upon a room filled with computers and what looked like large ice cylinders. As soon as Josh entered the room, lights embedded in the ceiling flickered and jumped to life, as did the computers and lights in the cylinders. Josh studied the computers for several hours but couldn't decipher the language, but the information resembled shipping orders. Some thing he was familiar with. `It looks like this ship was for cargo, and the cargo was of about a thousand units to be delivered a couple years ago.' So, with nothing of value to salvage and disappointment setting in, Josh decided it was time to leave. But one last thing was tickling his curiosity, what the hell was the ice for, and how had it stayed frozen? Josh approached the wall without fear and studied the cylinders with close observation. He then wiped some of the frost off the surface with his hand and received one hell of a shock. It was one of those Barbie android things he had in the back of his car. The shock sent him reeling back wards into a cylinder on the opposing wall, and the butt of his gun cracked the outer casing. Josh jumped up cursing his clumsiness and stupidity for being startled by something stuck in ice. Suddenly Josh was in trouble. A red light in the center of the room began flashing, and some recording began playing through out the ship. Josh jumped up, fully intent on getting the hell out of there when something of interest caught his eye. The cylinder he'd cracked was thawing and the fluids draining. The glass casing slid upwards into the ceiling. He now had an unobstructed view of the android and from what he could tell, it was the same as the one in his car. Right down to the last detail. Then the surprises started, the android was naked and anatomically correct as far as he could tell. Small metal arms soon appeared from behind it and began dressing it in; a black lacy bra and panty set, black vinyl cat suit with the cat mask, red thigh high boots , and red gloves that stretched up to its elbows. Two more arms extended over the dolls face and applied make up in mere seconds with what looked like air brushes. The whole process took about ten minuets. Josh was staring at an extremely erotic creature but knew it wasn't human, worst of all. He knew it couldn't be friendly. The doll stepped out of the chamber and examined its surroundings, that's when it noticed Josh. He was standing there slack jawed with no idea of what to do except to say "Oh shit!" But it didn't seem to care about him, the android walked straight over to the computer panel and began tipping. Josh was gathering courage now, with his gun drawn he angled himself to the right so he could see the screen. This beautiful machine was clicking through sub directories and entering pass words at incredible speeds. Without stopping her tapping and clicking the android spun her head around directly towards Josh and said. "Don't move." That was all Josh needed to make him run, as the thirty or so cylinders began thawing. Go baby go! Josh was hauling ass now, he was out of the ship running full sprint with his rifle and looking over his shoulder every few seconds. He could see his car now, only a short distance away. As far as he could tell, the android wasn't following him. Nor were any of the others. It seemed more interested in the other cylinders that Josh had guessed to be some kind of cryo-tubes. Once he got to the car he opened the back door and flung the motionless android to the ground saying. "To hell with you and this job!" He slammed the door shut and got in the drivers seat. The car rumbled to life at the turn of the key. When he floored the gas, dirt and rocks gave the android a proper burial. There was a safe house about forty miles north, if Josh could make it there, he'd be able to lay low for a couple weeks. And so Josh flew down the road as fast as his old car would go. If his speedometer still worked, it would probably read some thing like 130 miles per hour. And when he hit the little red emergency button on the steering wheel labeled, "GO BABY GO." He hit speeds that would have measured two hundred miles an hour or more. Josh was soon in the old abandoned trailer park he called home with little gas in the tanks and no more N.O.S in his cylinders. In his haste to get there he accidentally got the car stuck in a drainage ditch, but there wasn't time for that. He had to get into his trailer and be safe. He Jumped out of his car and ran the distance to the old aluminum house which seemed to take forever. As soon as he was inside he began loading up on weapons and barricading the door. Half an hour later he was sitting on the couch opposite the door smoking a fat blunt. His right leg was shaking, making the high power assault rifle in his lap rattle like an infants play toy. He'd made only one trip to his car, grabbing a little food and some ammo and then hauling ass back inside his thin metal haven. "This isn't happening, this isn't happening." He was repeating these words over and over again, but they brought him no comfort. Josh knew he'd made an enemy of some one pretty powerful by awakening that android, and he feared it might be the worst enemy of all... the "Traders." Two or three hours later he was awakened from a restless slumber by the sound of approaching foot steps, lots of them. Josh could hear them marching closer and closer. It was like hearing a platoon marching in silent cadence. "Oh shit...Oh shit they actually found me! I'm so screwed, I don't want to be some aliens dinner!" Josh wasn't about to waste a second, he smashed out the front window and saw the approaching hoard of beautiful women. "Come get some you high tech bitches!" He screamed trying to muster himself to some form of manly hood facing an army alone. With large amounts of adrenaline pulsing through his system Josh began unloading round after round, clip after clip, and they kept coming. `I can't be that important to you!' He thought. But Josh couldn't have realized he was an easy target, sitting alone in the middle of abandoned territory not more than one hundred miles from two "Trader" ships. Almost an hour later he was sitting in front of the window, scanning the area with eagle eyes waiting for the slightest sign of movement. Josh checked his stock, roughly eighty rounds left. There wasn't much food in this house, no running water, it was only supposed to be shelter from the elements. He wasn't properly prepared for this kind of attack, at least not here. Not now. "If I could make it to the old silver mines two miles to the west. I've got canned food, weapons, and a generator that'll last me a month." He thought. There wasn't much time, and he knew that. The first wave from the ship he'd found had been stopped, but if they were that intent on capturing him then there would be more of them and soon. Josh made the decision to run for it, his car was still mainly intact even though he'd hit it with a couple rounds and over heated the engine with Nitrous Oxide. But it still ran. It was at least three hundred meters down the drive, and there were trailers on either side of the road providing ample coverage for an attacker or attackers. "Fuck it!" He said allowed to himself. "I'm goin' for it." With that final statement, he pushed his barricade away from the door and stuck his head out. Once he has sure there were no immediate dangers in the area, he made a mad dash for his car. At this point, his adrenaline was making him very paranoid and he was pointing his weapon at every thing he passed. He almost started squeezing off rounds at a bush that just didn't look right He was two hundred meters from the car, now one hundred and fifty or so. That's when he saw them, the new upgraded nano soldiers. But he didn't know what they were, it looked as if there were dresses running after him... Not the Barbie soldiers he'd mowed down with automatic gun fire, just the dresses. "Oh shit!" he said as he ran, "I'm seeing shit." But he knew he wasn't. He was actually being followed by mere articles of clothing and damd were they good runners. That's when Josh made a mistake, he stopped dead in his tracks and turned to face them. There were four of them, all the same. The same kind of pink princess dresses that his cargo had been wearing that were walking on what looked like panty hose on top of three inch high heeled shoes. The Clothing seemed to be filled by some one or some thing. The only difference between these dresses and the dress of his previous cargo, was that the dresses had long sleeves with gloves at the ends, high collars, and he could see there hair. "You know. Just because you made your soldiers invisible doesn't mean I can't see them!" Screamed Josh. "Next time, Make there clothes invisible too!" And with that he unloaded his last remaining rounds into the oncoming attackers. After the last round was fired and the rifle only made clicking sounds, Josh started lobbing grenades at them. Josh didn't see the fourth opponent on his left disappear, he figured it had dropped with the others as he unloaded all kinds of grenades and pistol rounds into the oncoming wall of attackers. Once the smoke had cleared, the dresses were laying flat on the ground. But Josh wasn't paying attention to this. He was more proud of himself that he could bring down four invisible soldiers. So he started running to the car again. While looking over his shoulder he thought, `That'll teach you to mess with the all mighty `Gingerbread man...' (What he called himself as a code name) Then the song came into his head. `Run, Run as fast as you can, you'll never catch me, I'm the Gingerbread man!' Josh was soon met by an unexpected surprise, the clothes he'd missed were now standing directly in front of him. "Oh-ky dokekey" He said as he pulled his last remaining weapon from his side an old pirate style sword his dad had given him. "We'll play it your way." With that said, he lunged with the sword and buried it deep within the belly area of the dress. The sword dug deep, but it got stuck. Josh pulled and pulled but he couldn't get it free. After only ten seconds or so the other dresses had not only repaired there wounds, but were now on there feet... Or heels, however you want to say it. And the dress in front of him had removed his sword as if it were nothing, and it's cuts were healing like zippers. That's when it happened. Josh didn't see it but one of the dresses behind him had lunged itself into the air, off of the corset and other clothes underneath it and was now using it's hoop skirt style fashion to silently lower itself over him. When the dress was right on top of him he finally noticed it. By then it was too late, the dress made a quick swoop down ward and pinned him like a rat under a cup. Josh could see the faint light peeking through the top of the dress until it tightened it's stomach area. Josh was too scarred to move. With out warning, the inside of the dress began to glow with an intensely bright light. Brighter and brighter it grew. It was so bright, it made Josh not only close his eyes but shield them with his hands. And as quickly as the light had come, it was gone. Josh felt different now, he was cold. When he opened his eyes and put his hands on the ground he realized why he was cold. He was naked! All of his clothes were gone, and he was pinned under what looked like a pinkish bell. It suddenly dawned on him that it wasn't a bell, it was the dress... And the Barbie soldiers weren't invisible. The dresses must have been the soldiers. Josh tried to stand up without putting himself in the top half of the dress fearing what might happen if he did, but soon realized that the bottom half had mounted itself to the ground. He couldn't force it off the ground, couldn't dig himself under it because of the clod ground, defiantly couldn't rip or tear it as much as he tried... he was trapped. Then came the rest of it... A pink satin corset with matching pink panties and a pair of nude hose came soaring in from the top opening of the dress with minds of there own, high heels dropped in and adorned his feet and petticoats soon were draped around his derriere before he had time to react. These pieces were not going to give Josh an easy time as he soon found out. They were fighting and bighting there way onto his flesh. The dresses sleeves turned inside out and the gloved ends began pinning his arms away from his body. After a couple minuets of resisting, there relentless pulling and tugging had him in a vise like grip. The corset was the worst part, the strings in the back started to tighten and his waist started to shrink with it. The corset had some kind of straps at the bottoms that attached to the panty hose. He couldn't get them off, and for some reason he couldn't harm them with his bare hands. He couldn't breath like normal, he had to take shallow breaths with his chest instead of his stomach. Then came two pieces he wasn't expecting at all, but should have. A wig of long blond hair and a tiara. They came down and securely attached themselves to his head. `This is just like my dream!' he thought in silent panic. Eventually, Josh gave up and relaxed... All he could do was watch and be amazed as these clothes seemed to move on their own, taking his body with them and when they moved, they over powered his own muscles and forced him up into the the dress above him which took no time to tighten around his body and seal itself. Once the clothes had him imprisoned. The other clothes as well as the Barbie in the cat suit outfit approached. The Barbie, in a cool, calm and authoritive voice said simply. "It'd been a lot easier if you'd simply obeyed my orders." The clothes started moving without Josh's control, He couldn't stop them as much as he tried. He, under the dress and panty hose's control began walking. This seemed to take forever. He had plenty of time to study his captures. The big pink dress he was wearing was made to look like vinyl or latex or some kind of shiny rubber like material. The long blond hair was getting in his way but he could still make out the dress. When Josh looked down it almost looked like he had a small amount of cleavage. The middle of the dress was white and frilly with some kind of lace. As were the insides of the dresses hoop, he could feel the layers of fluffy stuff dancing around his panty hose clad legs. Several hours later, Josh was exhausted. But worst of all, he was approaching a fully operational "Trader" ship. He saw himself approaching a large air lock that opened at their approach. Josh was forced to walk through several corridors, and past several cells. The cells had some form of electronic shields that held their prisoners within. Josh looked directly into the eyes of the prisoners pleading for help but they all simply bowed their heads as he passed. At the end of the prisoners cells he realized that not one of them had been male. Josh's stomach was getting queasy now, he was very afraid and had no idea what to do. Josh had always lived by the idea that no matter what the situation. No matter how bad things had gotten, there was always a way out. Always a way for himself or for two parties to be happy...Always. Josh was placed in the center of a steel circle. It contracted around him like a snake, shrinking to meet his 5'9 stature. There were 4 large red orbs at apposing ends of this circle. The clothes made his hands and feet go into the red spheres which felt like Jello at first, but as soon as this was done, the spheres hardened like concrete. His hands and feet were stuck pretty good, and he couldn't force his way out of it. Josh was trapped. The clothing soon melted off of him, as if it were nothing more than water. Then the pain began. Josh watched as a blue light from the ceiling enveloped his body and felt his very body changing within him. His Bones were changing, Growing wider in the hips, and more slender in the jaws, ribs and forehead. Fatty tissue was forming on his chest and buttocks. His muscle mass was disappearing. All of the hair below head had been dissolved into nothingness. Josh could feel his internal organs shifting and rearranging within him becoming that, which the computer had decided he would be... Female. Imprisonment. Josh now "Amy" as the computer had named him, was staring at the back wall of his/her cell. It was littered with a story that stretched from one end of the wall to the other. Amy considered the fact that after she was unloaded from this imprisonment that her words would be erased but he didn't care. She just needed something to pass the time. That's when the green light came on. Amy knew what this meant, the computer wanted to change and clean her. So she laid down on her bed and stretched so that her hands and feet reached into the four red globes at opposite ends of her bed. As soon as this was done, they once again hardened like concrete. But the clothes she was wearing melted off of her as they had in the previous days. This made her relax for a second, but only a second. She knew what was coming... More feminine clothing, as had come the previous weeks. The only thing she could find entertainment in was seeing what clothes the computer would dress her in each day. A purple light emitted from above the bed and began scanning her. With every pass it erased more and more hair from her body until she was smooth and hairless. Then came the shot. A yellowish liquid in some kind of compressed air syringe injected directly into her veins, she'd guessed this was some kind of female hormone. But with no way to know she was in the dark pulling answers out of thin air to questions she didn't completely understand. She was wondering what she would be wearing next when she saw them. The nano machines that is. They were silver in nature and always poured out of the same hole in the wall. They puddled in the center of the room and began taking shape. They would always do this, rising out of the floor like some kind of T1000 from the `Terminator 2' movie. When they emerged fully complete and colored they resembled clothing that the computer hadn't made him wear before. It was painfully clear what it was, a maids uniform. It was made of the same shiny vinyl/ latex/ rubber style material as the princess dress. It came once again complete with all the accessories. The corset was very strong and cinched her waist very tight, although she didn't really need it to be any smaller. Sheer black stay top panty hose topped off with black fish net panty hose. These items were quick about applying themselves to her body and once again as always, the garter belts from the corset (this time 6 of them.) Attached themselves to the fish net panty hose. Then came the panties, but these were different. They were black, silky, but they also incorporated some form of chastity belt. That part was obvious, because they had a lock on the front where her new vagina was. And last but not least came the vinyl style chamber maid dress, complete with white apron. After Amy was completely dressed, the red Jell-O orbs released her. She was once again free to roam around her cell. But when she sat up, she refused to stand... She knew well enough, because there was still one thing that the computer would always want her to wear. The walls soon started oozing more nano machines that soon formed into vinyl type knee high boots with four inch heels. These bad boys started walking towards her and she willingly lifted her feet off of the ground to meet them. It was much easier than fighting them, which she tried the first couple days. Once again something unexpected came. Very long gloves which made there way all the way up to her hairless armpits. "Well that hasn't happened since I was captured." She said in a soprano voice. After she waited on the bed for a couple of minuets, making sure the dressing was complete she stood up. These heels were just an inch taller than the ones she normally wore. They made her wobble just a tad. Then came the make up table, the drawers opened up and the clothes made her walk towards it and sit down. Half an hour later, after the clothes had applied a perfect layer co makeup. Amy was starring into the mirror at a gorgeous woman who would have given him/her a hard on two or three weeks ago. Just before the make up drawer closed and locked itself she grabbed another eye liner pencil. What to do now? The clothes now relaxed their grip on me, I was free to walk about my cell once more. With the new eye liner pencil in hand I studied the wall, my storie was already written out as you must be reading it now. I add one last thing to the wall of my story, "If you are reading this, you must've been captured by the `Traders' like I was. I hope you gave them one hell of a good fight. I cannot prepare you for what you are going to face, because I haven't faced it myself.... But good luck any ways." With that said I began drawing on the left wall of my cell. I'm not the greatest artist in the galaxy, but I knew my car inside and out... So that's what I drew to pass the time. Once the blue prints for my car were almost done I felt it. The inertia of this ship seemed to stop, we'd arrived at our destination... When the guard comes to remove me from my cell, I swear I'll die trying to escape. But if the clothes move me, I won't have much chance to fight. I scribble one last message for you, " I wish you better luck than I have."