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The Slavering, Chapter 12
Tesla had seen people arrested on 3D. Nothing went to script that day.
"Tesla Lorraine Huling-Glas?"
"Yes?" They'd used her birth name, the name on her ROC passport. Not the
name on her Federal paperwork, here in the States.
One of the men said, "May we see ID?" When Tesla hesitated, he said,
"Don't make this difficult."
Tesla showed him her student ID.
"You are under arrest. If you cooperate, you may walk with us to our
transportation without the indignity of handcuffs.
Tesla hesitated. "Can I see some ID?"
The man nodded. He showed her a badge. He let her examine it, front and
back.
Bobby Cibolero, FBI. Bureau 13.
"My father works with you guys."
Agent Cibolero nodded. "I am aware. Come with us, please."
"Do I need a lawyer?" To herself, she wondered, "What did Mom do now? And
why am I in it?" Tesla thought back. Had she had any contact with someone
from Unified China? Her mom. Tesla reviewed what they'd talked about in
that call.
Agent Cibolero said, "You can make phone calls later. Please remove your
specs. Put them in your purse. Are you carrying weapons?"
"A can of bear spray. A small knife. Maybe some scissors?"
"Don't make me regret being nice to you. Hand me your purse, please."
Tesla handed over her purse as they walked.
"Anything else?" he asked. "Do we need to frisk you?"
"I'm clean."
The agent checked with his partner. "Scan confirms. Underwire."
They walked out of the building. Agent Cibolera held the door open for
Tesla. The other agent followed behind her. They walked across the yard
to a black van. It was parked in front of a fire hydrant. "We're here."
They stopped at the black van. "This is regrettable, but I must follow
procedures." He nodded towards the van. "We're on camera. Arms out.
Spread your legs. We're doing a pat-down."
"Is there a female officer available?"
"There is not." Agent Cibolero ran his fingers through Tesla's hair. He
pat down her arms, sides, and back. "Underwire in that bra?" he asked.
Tesla grit her teeth. "Yes."
The agent nodded. "Legs." He pat her legs. "Apologies, miss." He touched
between her legs. "Are you wearing a pad?"
Tesla nodded.
"Joey? Scan."
The other agent pointed his phone at Tesla's crotch. He showed the screen
to his partner. "No contraband."
"Did you just image my hoo-ha?" Tesla asked.
The men nodded. "Bra off," Cibolero said.
"Excuse me?"
"Remove your bra. We have to examine the underwire and behind it. You can
do it here, or we can do it in the van. Open your mouth, Tesla. I need to
check." He shined a flashlight in her face.
She opened her mouth and rolled her eyes.
"Normal anatomy," he announced. "No suicide pills, no handcuff keys." He
smiled. "I hate it when they do that. Hours of paperwork. Bra."
Tesla removed her bra without removing her blouse. She dropped the bra
into her purse, which Agent Cibolero held open.
"I'll let Joey scan you, unless you prefer a manual search. Shoulders
back. Head up. Smile for the camera."
Tesla stood straight. "What am I being charged with?" she asked.
"Violation of the Secrets Act. Please don't speak. Anything you say ...
all that." He tapped his forehead. "Evidence against you. Your father
would kill me."
Joey touched each breast with one finger, moving it from side to side.
"Can you lift them?" he asked. "I can't see underneath."
Tesla lifted her breasts. Her mood soured.
"Thank you." He opened the side door to the van. "After you?"
There were two benches in the back. D-rings on the floor. Room for eight
prisoners. She glanced up. D-rings there, too. Room for twelve prisoners.
Tesla looked around the commons. A few people were watching. Nobody she
knew. One woman was obviously recording the arrest.
Tesla stepped into the van.
The agents sat on either side of her. Cibolero said, "Here it gets more
official. Try not to panic. We're doing our jobs."
They ran chain around her belly. Handcuffs to the chain at her waist. The
chain extended to her ankles, which they cuffed to the D on the floor.
Joey said, "Would you like some coffee?"
"How would I drink it?" Tesla rattled her chains.
"At the motel, then."
"Motel?" Tesla asked, alarmed.
"Until we can find a bed at a secure facility."
"Can I speak with a lawyer?"
"One will be provided."
"I have a lawyer," Tesla said. "On retainer." She didn't. She'd hired a
lawyer for advice with her labor problems, and hadn't actually spoken to
him yet.
"Security clearance, ma'am. There are four lawyers on this continent with
the clearance needed to witness your debrief. Three are prosecuting
attorneys. One is a defense lawyer. There's a waiting list."
********
They drove to a motel near the airport. They walked her up the steps to a
third-floor unit on the corner. "We rented six units for you," Joey said.
"Bang on the wall all you want. If anyone is in these rooms, they are
prisoners like you."
They attached her belly chain to the bed.
Tesla asked, "How do I use the toilet?"
"A woman will come in every four hours," Cibolera said. He turned on the
3D. "What the hell? Porn?" He changed the channel. "More porn. It's all
porn. Joey, what kind of motel is this?" Cibolero handed Tesla the
remote. "Do you need to use the toilet?"
"Yes."
"I'll send the woman in." He opened her purse. "Inventory."
It hadn't felt real before. But now Tesla realized just how real it was.
After they inventoried every item in her purse, the agent removed Tesla's
earrings, her ring, bracelets, and watch. He added each item to the
inventory. He removed her shoes. The small items went into her purse. Her
shoes went into a clear plastic bin with her purse.
She signed the inventory.
"We'll be checking the memory of your personal devices."
"I don't consent to that."
"We have a warrant." He showed it to her.
********
A few minutes later, a woman knocked on the door. She entered. The woman
held up her hand. "Before you ask, I'm from the bureau of prisons.
Wearing a body cam." She showed it to Tesla. "Anything you say or do will
be used as evidence. Now. I can unlock your chains and allow you to
potty. Or I can pull your drawers down and squat you on the toi toi. I am
not your butt wipe girl. Your choice."
"Unlock me." Tesla offered her wrists.
"You promise to let me secure you before I leave this room?"
"Sure."
The woman followed Tesla into the washroom.
"A little privacy?" Tesla asked.
"No. I can't turn my back on you. Do your business. Wash your panties.
Whatever. If you want a shower, now's the time. Sanitary pads are on the
sink."
Tesla sat on the toilet. Then she washed her panties in the sink. "I
don't have another set."
"Get used to it. You can wear 'em wet or you can sit on a hotel towel.
We're not changing your sheets until after you leave. Shower? I won't ask
again for two days."
"I'm going to be here two days?"
"I'm on contract for ten. Some snafu with paperwork, I'm told. I'm also
your meal delivery woman. The evening shift is just for potty breaks and
suicide watch."
"I don't need a suicide watch."
The woman nodded.
Tesla hung her panties to dry over the bedside lamp.
"Clever. You'll have to wait to put them on." She ran the chain through
Tesla's ankle bracelets.
"Figured that out all on my own, sister."
The woman looked up. "Get nasty with me, I get nasty with you." She
tightened Tesla's restraints and locked them.
"Can we start over?" Tesla asked. "I'll be good."
The woman nodded. She unlocked the rig, adjusted it for maximum freedom
and locked it again. "See you in four hours."
"Some suicide watch."
"Cameras, missy." The woman pointed around the room. "Smile."
********
Hease looked down at his body, from Xi's body. "Take a break, Xi," he
told the Hease-body. "I can do some of the work."
Xi shook his head.
"You're going to forget how to be a girl," Hease said.
Xi smiled. Then she frowned. "Still not used to this tooth."
"Look, I brought my work station. I have work. Let me do it."
She thought for a moment. "Call me when it's time to do your rehab."
"No," Hease said. "You've done enough. Take the day off. The week. The
month. I've got this."
Xi shook her head. His head.
"Look," Hease explained. "It's my body. I need to learn to work it.
Especially with all the new nerve growth. Scat."
Xi sighed.
They swapped.
*Ugh,* Hease thought. *This sucks.*
It still hurt. He refused to groan, though. Or show any sign of
discomfort. He gave her two thumbs up.
"Let me see you move your legs," she said.
"Tomorrow at rehab," Hease said. He moved his feet. Pain nearly
immobilized him again.
She swapped back.
They fought again. Hease considered using the nuclear option - telling
the doctors about the body swaps.
Xi could read his thoughts.
"Why?" she asked. "Why would you do that?"
"I won't. See? This is what I'm talking about. I need privacy. Every
little hurtful thought? You shouldn't hear the things I don't say. Don't
know about you but I'm not a saint. I think bad thoughts. But I rarely
actually say them. Okay?"
She sat by his bed. "I'm not a saint." She smiled. She pat his arm.
"I promise I won't say anything that gets us in trouble. Unless they put
me back on that drug. What was that?"
Xi smiled. "Anxiolytic. You did babble."
"And they ignored it because I was in your body at the time." Hease said,
"I appreciate that you're standing by. And helping. Go home. Take me off
the overhead feed. Get some sleep. Real sleep. "
Xi looked unsure.
"Go to school. I'm ruining your grade point average. Coach Sunright is
ready to cut you from the team."
Xi looked alarmed. "That's my scholarship."
Hease nodded. "Go. I've got this."
********
After a day of life in the motel, Tesla relented. She watched porn. Each
channel was on a loop, showing the same eight videos. Two of the channels
featured porn her sister had done. One channel featured eight pornos
featuring Tesla's only human employee. Sheri, better known as Honey Girl.
Or Mirem, when she starred alongside her daughter, who was called Jirem.
Tesla looked forward to the infrequent updates of porn. She especially
enjoyed the Naked News. At least it had some current events, for
instance, the weather.
********
It was worse than Hease thought. He tapped his specs. "Cherry," he said.
"Conference. I need Cheri2 in my work station. Soonest."
Cherry asked, "What can she do that I can't?"
"I need a private conversation. I'm turning you off."
"What? Why?"
"Because what I say can't be transmitted. Ever. If you don't hear it, you
can't say it. Before you go, though. Need a favor."
"I am your secretary."
"I need to turn off my brain chips. Not sharing this conversation with
Eleven, either."
"Ooh, secrets from the wife? Careful."
"She's not my wife, except maybe legally. I'll explain it to her later."
Cheri2 showed up in Hease's work station. He turned his specs off. "Kill
the feed," he told Cheri2. "No transmitting or receiving. No phone calls,
no google searches. Nothing."
Cheri2 said, "Done. Are you wiping me, boss?"
"Not planning to. Run a check, please. Hoping I don't have a piggyback
program in my chipset," he tapped his head. "Or on my work station."
Cheri2 said, "None found."
Hease nodded. "Ever heard of a program called Sara113?" Hease explained
about rogue AIs. He explained about the government response to AIs who
meddled in human affairs without government oversight. "They're
considered terrorists," he said. "I don't mind you upgrading my life. As
my secretary, it's kind of your job. But the meatbody Cheri? Cheri's
mom?"
"Not me, boss."
Hease considered that. "They're going to think it is you. I think it
might be you. Another you. Someplace. Or one of the Cheri sims."
Cheri2 said, "I can ask around."
"Be careful, Cheri. Don't mention Sara113. Ever. Don't google her. Don't
... just don't. You'll either get her attention, directly, or you will
get government attention."
"What do I do when I find the rogue?"
"Fix it. Negotiate. Dicker. Trade. Or report her." Hease said. "People
won't say, but I think something happened to Cheri. Maybe Tesla."
"Cheri's house burned."
"She's okay?"
"Yes."
"That's good. Tesla's okay?"
"No. She disappeared. Sheri is missing, too. I'll find them."
********
"Moving day," Tesla's night worker announced. "Get dressed."
"I am dressed."
"Panties, girl." The woman unlocked Tesla.
Tesla rubbed her wrists. She stretched her back. "How many days?" She
stepped into her panties.
"Fifteen. Wait for the nice gentleman to escort you to a bus."
"Can I call my family?" Tesla already knew what her guard would say.
"No."
Tesla hadn't thought it would be different today, but she had to try.
"This sucks," she said, giving voice to her frustration.
"Girl, you haven't seen sucks. This is a freaking motel. They let you use
the hot tub."
Two men loaded Tesla into a white bus. It had chicken wire instead of
glass windows. The bus, and the chicken wire, looked ancient. Something
from last century.
The front glass was thick. It looked bulletproof.
Tesla did a quick count as they locked her to the floor in a seat by
herself. More than twelve prisoners. Less than thirty-two. Eight rows of
seats. Four to a row. Not all the rows were filled.
Mostly men. She only saw three other women.
She was the only one wearing civilian clothes.
The guard cupped Tesla's chin. "No talking, sweetmeat. Especially you."
The man behind Tesla waited for the guard to walk away. "What are you in
for?"
Tesla said, "Poor choice of friends."
The man laughed. "Gospel."
"No talking! Does anyone here need a shock belt?"
They rode through the Barrens, across the river to Riverside, and then
crossed the river again on another bridge to get to the JerseyMax
Correctional Complex.
JMCC.
Most of the men got off the bus. Two of the women. The man behind Tesla
spoke quietly. "Special Offender's Unit. I'm impressed. What did you do,
girl?"
"What?"
"No talking." The guard released Tesla from her seat. "Last one."
Not the SOU. Tesla supposed that was a blessing.
Mug shots. Stripped. Cavity search. They issued her an oversized orange
blouse, white cottoneen panties with menstrual stains, and drawstring
trousers without a drawstring. Rubber sandals.
They led her down a cellblock filled with other prisoners. Tesla tried to
ignore the comments. They put her in a small cell with one cement bench.
"Solitary?" Tesla asked.
"For your protection." They shut the door behind her. "And ours."
The food was surprisingly good. Fresh vegetables. Rice or potatoes. A
tiny portion of meat. Coffee in the mornings.
Twice a day they led her to the activity yard and handed her a
basketball.
Tesla shot hoops for forty-five minutes with two guards for company. The
guards shooed her away when she tried to speak. Two guards also watched
her take showers. A female guard performed a cavity search after every
shower.
********
Tesla quickly adapted to the rhythms of life in solitary. She had one
book, a tattered paperback. A Tale of Two Cities. They fed her twice a
day, which she later learned was a huge privilege in Solitary. Twice a
day she got the half court activity yard to herself and use of a
basketball. More privilege. Most prisoners didn't get twice a day in the
yard. Every two days, she got a shower. Just herself and two guards. Yet
more privilege. Tesla worried about the glares from prisoners and guards
who watched as she passed through the cell block. Or watched as she shot
hoops in the half court.
On laundry day, she stripped naked except for panties and shower shoes.
She passed an orange blouse and drawstring pants out and received a
mismatched pair of the same in return. She was expected to wash her only
pair of panties in the sink. She didn't have a hair brush and had no
budget to purchase one from the commissary. She used every bit of the
budget she did have on soap, on a toothbrush, and on sanitary pads. Her
period extended to eight days. When she asked for a doctor, concerned
about her period, the guard laughed. "If you're bleeding you're not
pregnant."
"I might be having a miscarriage." It was possible, but not likely. She
hadn't had sex in the four months prior to her arrest. Except for that
one time in the panopticon shower - and they hadn't finished that to
either partner's satisfaction.
Later that day, a guard gave Tesla a pregnancy tester and some
paracetamol. They debited Tesla's commissary account. She now owed money
to the prison.
Tesla learned which guards she could talk to and which guards would not
talk. Most of the guards followed the rules. No talking with Prisoner
12373. All of them followed the rules on camera, or when there was a
second guard present.
There usually was.
Stand at the line. Turn around. Stick her arms in the slot. Accept the
cuffs and belly chain. Wait for the door. One step back. Ankle chains. A
frisk. Some guards were professional and thorough. All of them
occasionally took liberties. Or so it seemed to Tesla.
The chains came off in her cell, in the activity yard, and in the shower.
She learned to brush her hair with her fingers. And worry tangles out one
hair at a time. It made the day go by. She got inured to being on camera
every moment of her life. Except the showers. Possibly except for the
showers.
About a week in, Tesla looked up while shooting hoops. She saw a flash of
purple in the B level passageway. A new color in a sea of orange and
khaki. Tesla held the ball and stared.
Was it a brightly colored basketball? The ball in Tesla's hand was red
and white.
She saw it again. Clothing. Clothing worn by Sheri Honeycott. She shared
a grim smile with Sheri, across that distance. Sheri nodded, apparently
unable to wave. Guards walked her through a passage on B-level. Tesla
couldn't see much more than their heads. They walked into another wing
and disappeared.
Tesla glanced at her guards and knew questions would have to wait.
Stonebreaker and Mahaw. Mahaw treated her like a human, but Stonebreaker?
More like Heartbreaker. The woman had no soul. Strictly by the book.
"What is a purple uniform for?" Tesla asked her guards in the shower.
They traded a glance, deciding the question was harmless. The man spoke.
"Work release."
Sheri was on work-release? Interesting.
"How do I get on work-release?"
The guards shared another glance. Both of them smiled. The woman looked
at Tesla with distain. "Lonely?"
"Yes. I'm in Solitary. I asked to speak to a lawyer. No lawyer. I asked
to speak to the Prosecutor. You'd think he'd find time. Offer me a plea?
Ask me to confess? No. My former employee is here. Why is she on work
release? Who do I need to blow to get the wheels turning here?"
And that was that. They put her in oversized orange drawstring pants with
no drawstring. An oversized blouse. Tesla walked with her ankles hobbled
by chains and hands cuffed to a belly chain. She carried her soap and
held up her pants to preserve some dignity.
Neither guard spoke to her. Except to tell her, "Line. Hands. Step away.
Door."
********
Two days later, the doors to her block opened. Off-schedule.
"Laundry," a voice announced through the slot they used to cuff her hands
or to pass meals. Male guard. He carried a bundle of clothes. Purple.
Some red.
Tesla sighed. She stepped out of her pants and pulled off her blouse. She
scratched under one bare breast. She was developing underboob grunge.
She passed her clothes through the slot. "Is today Sunday?"
"New uniform. You requested work release?"
"Yes."
"Pass out your panties and shower shoes."
"Excuse me?"
"Strip."
"Right." Tesla passed out her remaining clothes.
"Sign here." A clipboard appeared. An inventory. They'd debited her
account. She owed more money to the prison. Thousands of dollars.
The guard announced "Medical next week. Then indoc. Enjoy." The man
passed a bundle in.
Tesla noticed the colors first. Purple. Red. Then she noticed the
shampoo. Conditioner. A hair brush. A three-pack of disposable razors.
Make-up?
"I wonder what this costs me." She opened the bundle. "Zao. Fair gormed,
I am."
She looked at her new clothes. A lacy red microbra. Sheer. Stretchy. It
looked way too small. A matching red thong. Tesla would need to shave.
The purple blouse was a crop top. Oversized. With oversized arm holes. A
boat neck. A purple microskirt. Sheer red thigh-high hose. Red Laboutin
knock-offs. Five-cent lifts at the toe. Fifteen-cent heels.
Follow me fuck me shoes.
"Work release. I should have guessed. Fuck!" Tesla flipped the camera the
bird.
She tried to open the slot, so she could shove every item back outside.
It wouldn't open.
She considered the toilet.
She sat on her bunk, naked, and waited. Hours passed.
"Dinner." A female guard stood at her Lexan door. Stonebreaker.
"Stonebreaker!" Tesla held the tray. "We need to talk."
"Take the tray or I'll dump it on the floor."
Tesla took the tray. "Can I speak with somebody?"
"Don't like the clothes?"
"I didn't know what I was asking for."
"You asked who you could blow. They'll be lining up now."
"I wanted a lawyer. To get a message to my family. So I don't disappear."
"You're in the gold xinqi now, sweetie. You should dress. You're giving
the boys in the stackhouse a view." She paused. "Work release is
conditional until indoc. Tell the doc you want to disenroll. Maybe you
can work something out." Stonebreaker mimed giving a blowjob. "Refusing
to work? Breaking promises? Your word is the only coin you have in this
place. Except for the forty dollars a month the state gives you."
It was the longest string of words any guard had spoken to her since she
arrived.
And the best - and worst advice.
********
Tesla ate her meal. Then she shaved. Legs, pits, pubes. She tried for a
landing strip. Then she went for the bare look. She rinsed the razor off
in the sink. Washed her hair. It smelled of strawberries. She used
conditioner. She pat herself down with her blanket. Then she tried on
clothes. The bra and panties were sheer. See-through. The bra didn't
quite cover her nipples. The arm holes and the boat neck conspired to
show a lot of bra. The skirt clung to her bottom obscenely. If she wore
it low, she showed thong. If she wore it high, she showed camel toe. She
wore it low.
The stockings were sheer, too. One of them ran when she caught it with a
toenail. Tesla tried the shoes. She could walk in them.
She brushed her hair.
She tried the lipstick, foundation, eye liner, eye shadow and rouge. Then
she washed it all off.
She was painting her nails when she heard the doors clang. She picked up
her tray. She stood at the line.
It was the door to the all-male block. Guards loaded a male prisoner into
the cell across from hers. She could see him clearly through the Lexan
walls. He could see her.
He grinned and waved.
The guard buzzed her door. "Tray."
Tesla handed it out. The guard asked, "Have you been to medical yet?"
"No."
"Aw, well." He saluted. "Next week." Double finger guns. "Don't wander
off."
********
The prisoner across from Tesla asked if she knew sign language.
Tesla signed, "Fuck off." She turned her back to him. Crossed her arms
across her chest.
********
The prisoner taught her the alphabet. Tesla had learned the ASL alphabet
in middle school. She picked it up again rapidly. But she still made
mistakes.
She explained that all she knew was, "Fuck off," "Fuck you," "Fuck," and
"I love you."
He laughed. "Joe." He pointed to himself and spelled it twice.
"Tesla." Then she spelled out, "Pre ... trial ... detain ... ment."
He corrected her mistakes, then spelled out, "Sucks."
He taught her how to sign.
She had nothing else to do.
Joe showed Tesla where to stand so they could keep parts of the
conversation private. Somewhat. The cameras pointed out so, by facing the
door, Tesla could hide from the camera in her cell.
But not the cameras in the cells across from her.
"Here," he showed her. "Glare from the lights. If you sign at chest
level."
Some privacy.
Maybe.
"The food has improved," Joe signed when he saw her meal. Then he
received his own food. A ball of ... something edible. In theory.
"They hate you for that," he told Tesla when she returned from
basketball.
"I know. Why?"
"You take the yard twice a day."
Tesla sighed. "I hate this dress." She pulled at it.
"Take it off," he suggested.
"Ha ha."
He smiled.
********
Eventually he asked, "Who did you fuck?"
"Dry for four months," Tesla replied. It was almost true.
"Why is a work-release girl in the box?"
"Not work-release." Then she explained, "I saw purple. Didn't see the
outfit. Asked about it."
"Word is you offered sex for the dress."
Tesla nodded. She shrugged. "I offered sex for a lawyer."
He laid back on his bunk. "Turn away," he signed.
Tesla hesitated.
"Turn away," he repeated. He reached into his pants.
Tesla turned away.
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