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The Slavering, Chapter 10
"Tesla!" Cheri yelled. "I'm moving out."
"Truly?" Tesla appeared in the kitchen. "Why?"
"I found a place on Appleyard and Seventeenth. It used to be an organic
apartel."
"Organic?" Tesla made a face. "Creepy. Probably haunted."
"Tesla, we had tentacle monsters under the floor and twice a month this
movie set is invaded by porn stars. The place I found is a five-bedroom
apartel. With a garden. The rent is cheaper and it's off the grid. No
utility bills."
Tesla looked interested. "How much work?"
"Anything we repair, paint, or grow is subtracted from the rent."
"A lot of work."
Cheri nodded. "It has room for my robots."
"This place has room for your robots."
"I'm out. Are you with me?"
"Let me see it."
********
They made a robot to help them move their personal effects and industrial
equipment. The beds and most of the furniture - even the kitchenware -
stayed in the porn set.
********
"It has bugs," Tesla said.
"Organic vacuum cleaners," Cheri said. "The house eats them." She picked
one up. "See? Logo. Artificial life." She dropped the bug. It scuttled
away.
"Bugs."
"Snakes, too. Something has to eat the rats."
"Why can't we get a cat?" Tesla looked around. "Snakes?"
Cheri smiled. "I'll program the house to make cats instead of snakes.
Happy?"
"Real cats?"
"Better than real. These can talk."
"Can they be hacked?"
"Everything can be hacked, T. The trick is in economics. Make it cheaper
to hack the other fellow."
********
Tesla screamed.
Cheri rushed to the kitchen.
Tesla pointed. "Tentacles."
Cheri laughed. "That's the kitchen helper. Dishwasher. Peels vegetables.
It slices, dices, and Julienne's fries."
"Gormed house is haunted."
"The house is alive, Tesla. It's not haunted."
"It moves when it rains."
"It also moves when the wind blows. Alive. Self-repairing. Mostly."
"I saw a gremlin yesterday."
"Appkine. You saw an appekin. A mapmaker. It traces out systems. This
house is a kluge of mods, hacks, and patches. I'm trying to sort it out."
"When do I get a cat?"
Cheri smiled. "Fluffy! Kitchen!"
"Good Loving!" Tesla backed away. "That's not a cat, that's a panther."
Cheri rubbed its face. "We have big rats."
Tesla looked upset.
Cheri said, "Fluffy, cough her up."
Fluffy nodded. It started making hacking noises, like a cat with a
hairball. This was a lion-sized cat. The noises it made might match with
a hairball the size of a warthog.
It coughed up a slimy black cat. Cheri picked up the small cat and rinsed
it off in the sink. She dried the cat with a towel that the kitchen
helper provided.
Cheri nodded to the big cat. "Thank you, Fluffy. Hunt. Protect."
Fluffy nodded. It padded off silently.
Cheri presented the cat. "Tesla, meet Dorable."
"Dorable." Tesla took the cat. She smelled it, then smiled. "It smells of
strawberries."
"I know you like strawberry. Dorable is short for adorable," Cheri said.
"I was going to call her Precious, but the snake is named Precious."
"We still have a snake?"
"It's an outside snake. Keeps pests out of the garden. Weeds, too."
Tesla stroked the cat. "It's purring," she said. She smiled again.
"It lives for affection. It's female. No dick." Cheri spoke to the house.
"Nothing in this house has a dick! Especially the tentacle monsters."
Hease walked into the kitchen. "I have a dick."
Xi followed him in. "I have a strap-on."
"Too much information." Cheri put fingers in her ears and walked out of
the kitchen.
Tesla watched her go. She turned to the other two. "So. I'm sleeping in
the media room tonight. I don't trust my bedroom."
Hease and Xi traded a glance. Xi nodded. Hease said, "Sounds reasonable.
Have you tried the shower?"
"Ya," Xi said. She shuddered. "Very helpful. It's alive."
********
Cheri walked down the steps the next morning, drying her hair with a
towel. She saw her three roommates sprawled out on air mattresses on the
media room floor. "Pussies," she said. "There's a cocoon in the wall.
It's quite comfy." She took in looks of confusion and horror. "Fine. I'll
grow you some beds. Move the walls to make room. Who wants breakfast?"
Tesla pushed the cat off her chest. She sniffed and sat up. "You made
breakfast?
"Fluffy made breakfast. Oh, c'mon. The cat didn't make breakfast. The
house did."
********
"Okay, guys, apologies." Cheri pushed her plate away. "The house is still
learning how to cook."
"How can she not know how to cook?" Hease pushed runny eggs on his plate.
He tapped burnt pancakes with a fork. He took a sip from a mug and
grimaced. "Is this coffee?"
"Muckefuck."
"Ya know, I believe that."
"Health coffee," Cheri said. "I haven't learned how to grow good bean."
Tesla said, "Did we pack our coffee maker?"
Xi pointed to the boxes. "Kitchen stuff."
"Just need a place to plug in."
"Ayuh," Cheri said. "That's a problem. The media room and the laundry are
the only two rooms that are wired for electric. At the moment."
Tesla leaned out of the kitchen and looked at the walls in the media
room. "We need to unplug something."
Cheri said, "I'm not unplugging my makers. How am I supposed to make beds
for you people?"
Tesla grit her teeth.
"Instead of complaining," Cheri said, "why don't you help me figure out
systems?" She motioned around. "I'll take the kitchen. You each take your
own rooms. You have light and heat and aircon at the moment. You need a
bed, electric, a door that locks, and maybe a rug."
Tesla asked, "Clothes?"
"Right. A dresser and a wardrobe. Maybe a mirror?"
"Will that fit in my room?"
"Might need to move the walls," Cheri said.
"How do we move the walls?" Tesla looked stressed.
Cheri said, "Slowly. Unless you use a chainsaw. Or, how about this? Live
with the systems you have. Come to my room. I'll show you where I store
my clothes, my work station, and personal effects. I'll show you how to
open the bed. The house is growing solar, and also a bioelectric reactor.
We'll electrify your rooms soon." She smiled. "I have a juice bar and a
hausfruit box in my room. Your rooms have similar amenities. Although,
each one is custom-made for its previous occupant."
"Who died twenty years ago."
Cheri shrugged.
********
Tesla played word games with her kitten. She discovered that it learned
nouns readily, and could speak them with little coaching. Verbs, however,
confounded it. It understood human commands, although sometimes Tesla had
to explain a concept or demonstrate. But it couldn't speak action words,
except in very basic ways.
Cheri nodded when Tesla asked about this. "I'm still learning how to grow
speech processors. Be happy she can listen."
"She understands words. Why can't she say them?"
"Dogs understand words. So do most primates. Speaking, though, that's a
trick. Nothing in this house originally had a voice. Still working on
it."
********
"Oh, wow." Cheri rocked back.
"What?" Tesla looked annoyed.
"I can make maker stock."
"Why don't you concentrate on coffee?"
"Yesterday's problem." Cheri opened a cabinet.
"What is that?"
"It's a coffee tit. House. Make coffee the way Tesla likes it."
Tesla said, "Iced."
Cheri nodded.
"You're not going to tell it iced?" Tesla asked.
"It can hear you. Hand me a cup. Unless you want coffee straight from the
tit."
********
Tesla said, "I'm on to you. There is no snake."
Cheri said, "There's a snake."
"I haven't seen one."
"I told her to hide from you."
Tesla crossed her arms.
"Fine." Cheri rolled her eyes. "Precious! Kitchen."
"Jidu and Tau!" Tesla climbed onto the table.
"Good girl." Cheri scratched behind its head. "Garden, Precious. Hunt.
Protect."
The snake slithered out through a hole in the kitchen wall.
"That's not a snake," Tesla said. "That's a dragon."
Cheri helped Tesla down from the table. "The panther replaced the snake.
Why did you think it would be a small snake?"
"What kind of rats do we have?"
"War rats. That's why the house was abandoned."
"How big are war rats?"
"Big enough to kill a soldier. Or a pony."
"How many have your pets killed?"
"None. Economics. It's now more expensive for a rat to live here than it
is to live in the apple orchard. Or the golf course."
********
"What are you doing?" Tesla asked as she gathered tomatoes from the
garden.
"I'm planting another house."
"A garden shed?"
"A warren. For the rats. I made a deal."
"That's on our property."
"I'm not planting a house on someone else's property."
"Rats, Cheri."
"Friendly rats. Have you had your hantavirus shots?"
"Clue nada." Tesla checked her specs.
"Probably a good idea now."
********
"Good Loving, that's a big rat." Tesla dropped her basket of okra. She
took a step back, towards the house.
"Easy, Tesla. They understand English."
"Jidu Poma!" Tesla picked up her basket. She eyed the shovel.
"Tesla, this is Sadie. And this is Jumbo. Jimbo is around someplace."
"You named them."
Cheri showed Tesla Sadie's ear tag.
Tesla leaned forward. "Shiok Labs," she said. "They need better
security."
"They need to stop locking up sentient creatures."
"What are you building?" It looked like a water wheel, but there wasn't
any water.
"An experiment."
"A hamster wheel? For rats." Tesla grunted. She looked beyond the
experiment. "The warrens are coming along nicely." Tesla startled when a
giant rat run past a window. The warrens were a maze of tubes just big
enough for those rats to pass one another. "Was that Jimbo?" she asked.
Her voice was shaking.
"Greg."
"How many rats do we have?"
"Sixteen. Two are expecting litters, though."
"Sixteen." Tesla put on a brave face. "I'm going to be an auntie." She
looked around. "We need a bigger garden."
Cheri smiled without baring her teeth.
********
Tesla fell asleep to the whine of the generator that was attached to the
hamster wheel in the back of the garden.
********
Cheri stood in the kitchen. She yelled, "Eleven! Kitchen!"
She heard a voice from upstairs. "Be there in a minute."
"Eleven! Now!"
Cheri heard a whoop!
"Hey!" Xi yelled. "Jesus! Let me wipe my...."
Cheri watched as the house passed Xi down the staircase, around the
corner and into the kitchen.
Xi finished her sentence. "...butt." She landed as the last tentacle
dropped her into the kitchen. She pulled at shorts and panties, which
were around her knees.
The house passed down a roll of toilet paper from upstairs, using the
same set of tentacles.
Xi said, "I was pooping." She accepted the toilet paper. She wiped. Then
she folded the soiled paper and handed the folded mess to a tentacle.
The house dropped the mess into a mouth in the floor. Which then belched.
Cheri giggled. "Sorry, Xi. I didn't know you were on the toilet. I wanted
to see if that would work."
Xi hitched up her pants and washed her hands in the sink. "Paybacks." She
smiled sweetly. She dried her hands on Cheri's blouse. She kissed Cheri
on the forehead. "There will be a reckoning."
********
When Hease came home, he saw Cheri sitting on the curb in front of the
house. Hease sat next to her.
Cheri said, "Your girlfriend is demented."
"What did she do?"
Cheri jabbed a thumb back at the house. "Some people would be content
with drawing dicks on the walls."
Hease got up. He examined the house from where he stood. He walked
through the open gate, stood on the porch and looked in through a window.
Then he cracked open the door, peeked inside, and shut the door
carefully.
He laughed on his way back to the sidewalk. He sat on the curb by Cheri.
"Dicks everywhere! The whole house is full of dick. Tentacle dicks,
mushroom dicks spurting on the carpet...."
"Not just the house, Hease. The garden, too. The cucumbers look like
dicks. The corn looks like dick. The eggplant, but also the spinach, the
tomatoes, and even the cabbage. The fucking trees have dicks."
Hease looked back at the trees. He laughed again.
Cheri complained. "The rats are laughing themselves spastic!"
Fluffy came outside and laid his head on Cheri's lap. He rolled over for
a belly scratch.
Cheri rubbed his belly absently. Then she snorted. "Et tu, Fluffy? Look
at the huge phallus on this panther."
********
It took three weeks to remove most of the dickage from Cheri's house.
Turns out, it was easier to infest the construct with excessive maleness
than it was to remove all the dicks and all the male behavior.
"What did you use as a carrier?" Cheri asked Xi.
"Rice gall."
Cheri filed that against her database. She said, "Hauswood is supposed to
be immune to that virus."
"I used colchicine to break in."
"We have problems with the termite now. Dicks are growing internally."
"Termites?"
"Termite. It's a name for porous construction." Cheri knocked on the
wall. "In cross-section, it makes it look like it's been eaten by
termites. Termite saves mass, insulates, and provides passage for air,
water, whatever." Cheri pinched the bridge of her nose and laid her head
back. "If I can't find a way to fight it, we may end up moving in with
the rats. While I tear this whole fucking house down to the root ball and
rebuild it."
Xi said, "Sorry."
"Not your fault, Eleven. I mean, it totally is your fault, but,
opportunity here. I've been wanting to rebuild systems. This might work
out."
"What will the landlord say?"
"I am the landlord. I bought this house for back taxes." Cheri looked
around. "Don't tell Tesla."
"Don't tell Tesla what?" Tesla asked as she walked in to the media room.
Cheri sighed. "That I own this wreck."
"Oh, I've known that for weeks."
"You're okay with paying rent to me?"
"You don't handle my buttocks like Waren did."
"Is that praise or a complaint?"
Tesla flipped Cheri the bird. "What's for dinner?"
"Ask the house mom."
Tesla paused and read text on her specs. "Fried dick, spotted dick, and
dick cheese."
They all rushed to the kitchen.
********
"Fish for breakfast?" Hease looked at his plate.
Cheri said, "The rats are leaving us offerings. Probably rude to let it
go to waste."
"How fresh is this?" Hease eyed his plate.
"It was still squirming when I gave it to the kitchen helper."
Hease asked, "Trout?"
"Dunno. Fish is fish."
Tesla sniffed it and took an experimental bite. "Eel," she pronounced.
"Hagfish, actually." Cheri took a bite. "Meh." She pushed her plate away.
"I'll put it in the recycler."
"Like hell." Tesla dumped the contents of Cheri's plate onto her own. "I
like eel."
Tesla and Xi ate the hagfish, although they both dosed it with SR-71.
Hease and Cheri ate rice and dick veggies.
********
Surprise dicks continued to show up at odd intervals. In the shower. In
the overhead lift. In the sleeping pods.
"Eeyah." Cheri wriggled to get away from the dicks in her cocoon. She
came nose-to-nose with an appekin. Sixty-centimeters tall and toothsome.
"Yaaa!" Cheri backed into the cocoon. Cocoon dicks tapped her on the
butt.
Male. The appekin was wearing a loincloth but it didn't hide much.
"Missy awake now," he said. "I find treasure."
"You found treasure or you find it?"
The mapmaker looked confused. "Treasure," it repeated. It grabbed Cheri's
hand. "Go."
Treasure was in the basement. An autodoc, from what she could see. Twenty
years out of date, and completely out of medical stock.
"Blockage," the mapmaker said. "Push." He pulled at the autodoc. It was
partway exposed. The walls of the basement were extruding the machine at
the rate of a few centimeters per day. Or the wall was growing away from
it.
In a few months, the whole thing would be exposed.
If the house didn't fall from its foundations.
Cheri eyed the roof. She helped pull the autodoc from its hole. It
wriggled and pulled out, centimeters at a time.
The mapmaker kept saying, "Treasure."
"Yes, thank you. I like this treasure." Cheri reassured the appekin that
it had done well. It seemed agitated.
Excessively male attitude?
"Treasure." The hauswood construct pointed at the autodoc.
"Yes, treasure. Thank you."
The mapmaker frowned.
Cheri asked. "Does it have power?"
The mapmaker sniffed. "No."
"I have to go to school," Cheri explained. "We'll finish this after I...."
She stopped. There was a body in the autodoc. A mummified body.
All the residents of 1811 Appleyard Lane missed classes that morning.
********
Tesla said, "I told you this house was haunted."
"Appkine are not haints."
"We have a knocker."
"Probably just the mapmaker."
"Do you think we're suspects? The police asked questions for forty-five
minutes."
"Body had been dead for twenty years. House. Coffee. Black." Cheri opened
the cupboard and held a cup under the coffee tit.
Tesla said, "This house recycles everything."
Cheri sipped her coffee.
"Dead people coffee."
Cher spit coffee back into the cup. She glared at Tesla.
Tesla said, "I'm leaving now." She stood at the table and brushed her
skirt.
Cheri said, "Good plan."
********
Sheri looked at the autodoc. "It's dead," she pronounced. "Shoot it." She
made a finger gun and pew-pew noises.
Cheri said, "If I can get it running, I can sell it."
"I was a maker tech. Not certified for autodocs."
"It's a medical-grade maker, basically."
"And a trauma surgeon." Sheri shook her head. "Not my kuliana."
"Mom."
Sheri sighed. "I'll dig up my old texts. Make some calls. Do you have the
repair manual?"
Cheri shook her head. "Pay per view. I can only rent the file for a week
at a time. Expensive."
"Don't expect miracles, Baby."
Cheri grinned.
********
Tesla pottered around the kitchen, completely ignoring the woman drinking
coffee at the table. After nuking some ramen, she sat across from Sheri.
Tesla ate ramen as Sheri sipped coffee.
Tesla's eyes fixed on Sheri's boobs. Then she looked up to Sheri's face.
"When did you grow tits?" Tesla asked.
"Before you were born."
"Mrs. Smith?" Tesla asked. She looked surprised.
"Mrs. Honeycott now. Formerly a missus. Hello, Tesla."
"Please tell me you don't live here."
"Gumdrop, it's a five-bedroom apartel. No, Tesla, I don't live here."
"Oh. Good. I mean. I didn't mean it that way, but...."
"Your mom would schitz."
Tesla nodded. "You're here to give Cheri a ride to school?" She ate more
ramen.
"I pulled an all-nighter," Sheri said.
Tesla looked concerned.
"Working in your basement."
Tesla looked alarmed.
"Working on the autodoc."
"Oh, that." Tesla drew a breath. "Good. Um, why?"
Sheri shrugged.
"What's it like?"
"It's corroded and it smells like dead people."
"Working at the Teacup. What's it like?"
"Oh." Sheri considered. "It sucks. No. I suck. The job blows. Wrong
again. It's completely fucked. Tesla, do you think, twenty years ago I
thought. I get this college degree. And now I'll work the most degrading
job I can imagine? So I can pay rent on a house I don't own? It's ... a
job. Better than some. Worse than others. The thing I regret? Twenty
years ago? The things I said to your mom."
"The things you did to my mom."
Sheri nodded. "Build a time machine, Tesla. I'll fix it."
"Promise?"
Sheri snorted. She wiped coffee from her nose. "Ya know. If anyone can
build a time machine, it will be you. Yeah. I promise."
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