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The Slavering, Chapter 15
Tesla sat in the assembly room of the Bloop and Ballast with other women
from the prison. The woman at the admissions desk called each woman by
name, not inmate number. That was refreshing.
"Gonzales. Rachel Gonzales."
A woman stood. She shuffled to the front desk.
"My name is Jenny. You understand the terms of your work release?"
The woman shrugged.
"You have been sentenced to eight years at this facility, or one of our
other houses. Good behavior will earn you rewards. Some degree of
freedom, extra pay and food. Goodies. A possible change of venue. Two
years of good behavior will earn you weekends off to spend as you like,
within terms of your parole, and ten days of paid vacation."
"Lies," the woman said. "And noise."
"Your cube-mate is a woman on a life sentence. Ask her how she spent the
weekend." Jenny summoned the help. "Rejean."
A man unlocked Rachel Gonzales. Chains dropped to the floor.
Jenny said, "If you run, you won't make it far."
Rachel blinked slowly. "Learned that in indoc."
"Door is locked, anyway," Jenny said. "If you assault someone or set
fires, your sentence can be extended. Strip."
"Excuse me?"
"That's a prison uniform. You only wear that costume if the customer pays
for it. Strip."
Mrs. Gonzales dropped her clothes to the floor.
"Follow Rejean. He'll take you to Wardrobe and then to your bed."
********
Jenny checked the list on her specs. "I can't pronounce this next name.
Angela Sheed?"
"Shied, as in shy." The woman stood. She shuffled to the desk.
"I'm Jenny. You understand the terms of your work release?"
"Better than prison."
"You've been sentenced to two years at this facility...."
********
"Strip. Follow Georgia."
"Strip. Follow Lars."
"Strip. Follow Rejean."
********
Two women tried to escape. Neither made it three steps before falling
over in pain. Both were carried off, still wearing their prison uniforms.
The mindwipes processed joyfully. Eagerly.
********
When thirteen of the eighteen women here had been processed, the door
from outside opened. Two women in civilian clothes arrived and sat. A man
in a business suit and a fedora followed the women in. He went to the
admissions desk, signed a receipt, and left. On the way out, he tipped
his hat at Tesla, and called the guard by name. "Maria."
********
Eventually, it was just Tesla, Maria Stonebreaker, and the two women in
civilian clothes.
The moment arrived.
Jenny called, "Tesla. Tesla Huling-Glas."
"That's my birth name," Tesla said. "My legal name is Howling-Glass."
Tesla stood.
So did another woman. She was shorter than Tesla. Asian features. Blonde
hair. Huge breasts.
They both walked to the front desk.
Jenny pulled out a box of personal effects. Tesla recognized them. They
were hers. Jenny said, "Mind if I check your ID? I need to verify your
name."
Tesla shrugged.
Jenny checked Tesla's student ID. Then she checked Tesla's passport.
"Howling-Glass. Thank you. It's a peach to fix these records later."
She put the bin back in its cubby.
Jenny introduced herself to the other woman. She also directed her speech
at this woman. Tesla wondered about this, but she'd heard the speech
seventeen times in the last hour. Jenny mentioned an eight-year sentence.
The reward for three years of good behavior was parole.
"One thousand days," Jenny said. "You can do it."
The woman spoke. "My son will be in second year of college by then."
"I'll need his name," Jenny said. "Also need the name of your ex. Unless
you want them to visit you here."
"Preston Wolff," the woman said, "is the boy. James Preston Wolff the
Third is my ex."
"I?ll ban them from this facility. Don?t call them from here. Calls are
geo-tagged, even when they claim otherwise."
"I can?t call anyone," the woman said. "Part of the deal."
"Give it time," Jenny said. "Parole. Keep your eye on the goal."
Tesla watched this conversation. Jenny hadn?t spoken kindly to any of the
other women. Is this how Jenny treated civilians? Cheri hadn?t described
any niceties in the few times she talked about her time here.
Tesla?s chains came off.
Jenny said, "Strip."
Tesla dropped her prison togs to the floor as others had done. The other
"Tesla" stripped and folded each item of clothing. She stacked them on
Jenny?s desk, along with her specs and purse.
"You," Jenny pointed at the other Tesla. "With Rejean. You," she pointed
to Tesla, "Get dressed." Jenny took a phone from the purse. She also took
the specs.
Tesla picked up clothes from the floor with her toes.
"Not the prison clothes," Jenny said. "These." She indicated the clothing
that was folded on her desk.
"Those aren?t mine."
"They are now. You want to leave this facility naked?"
Tesla shook her head.
"Take these clothes and get dressed. Sit in one of the chairs when you?re
done. Review your new name, birth date, and social insurance number.
Maria Stonebreaker." Jenny looked up. "You?re next."
Maria and a younger woman walked up to the desk. The younger woman had
Hispanic features. Jenny started in on the speech. A sixteen-year
sentence, with possibility of parole after five years. Weekends off, yar,
yar, after two years.
The other Tesla?s clothes fit well enough. Except for the bra. Tesla put
it in the purse. Wearing another woman?s panties was squidgy. The shoes
were a size too small.
The real Maria Stonebreaker dressed in the other woman?s pants suit.
Tesla examined the ID in the purse she was given. Driver?s license,
school ID, SWID.
Teresa Wolff. Age 35. First year of college?
Maria sat with her. She said, "I?m Marcia Mason. Twenty-three?"
Tesla said, "How come you get pants and I?m wearing a wrap skirt?"
Jenny sat with them. "I can ask Rejean to pull something from Wardrobe."
Tesla made a face. "He sniffed my shoes. Put the panties in his pocket."
Jenny nodded. "That?s Rejean." She handed out specs and phones. "Please
refrain from making calls for a few minutes, or using social media." She
nodded towards the beaded curtain that separated the office from the maze
of beds and curtains in the next room. "Those women agreed to impersonate
you in return for reduced sentences."
Maria said, "Witness Protection? Who?s going to believe I?m twenty-
three?"
Jenny said, "You went through medical at the prison, right?"
Maria growled.
"It included a mini-juve and cosmetic adjustment. You?ll finish the
rejuvenation. You will look and feel nineteen. Marcia." Jenny turned to
Tesla. "Your stand-in already got a juve and a tit job. I don?t know what
they did to you in the infirmary, but I suspect that you, too, will
regress in apparent age and you may fit that bra." She nodded to the bra
in Tesla?s new purse.
Tesla had wondered about that. Not only were her boobs sensitive, they
seemed swollen. Bloated. She?d written it off as PMS. And had prayed it
wasn?t pregnancy.
"That?s the good news," Jenny said. "Bad news. Both of the women whose
IDs you carry are felons. Um." She checked her specs. "Felony property
theft, divorce dispute. Your ex is a real gink." She touched Tesla?s arm.
She faced Maria and checked her specs again. "Bank robbery. You were the
driver. Car recorded everything, including the fact that you didn?t know
they?d robbed anybody." She nodded to Maria.
Maria asked, "Why was she convicted?"
"There ain?t no justice." Jenny made a dismissive gesture with her hands.
"I have a friend in the state. They?ll be out as soon as I can arrange
it. Basically as soon as customers stop asking for you two by name."
Maria said, "I was falsely imprisoned. Never saw a judge. Was never
arrested. Or charged."
"I was told kidnapped," Jenny said. "Falsely imprisoned? You might be
able to make that stick."
"What did they say about me?" Tesla asked.
Jenny said, "Federal charges. Falsely accused. You are both free to go,"
Jenny said. She nodded towards the door.
"Not to seem ungrateful," Tesla said, "But I?m a bit concerned." She
picked up her purse. "Isn?t this illegal? Avoiding my sentence?"
Jenny said, "Your charges were voided. Both of you." Jenny passed
paperwork to Tesla?s specs.
Tesla read it. 9th Court. It looked official. They?d spelled her name
Huling-Glas and listed Howling-Glass as an alias. An attached page was
marked SEALED. It authorized the ID swap with Teresa Wolff ? while a
(redacted) investigation continued. Tesla asked, "Can I have a hard copy
of this?"
Maria tapped her specs. She said, "Yeah. Me, too."
"I don?t have one," Jenny said, "My contact at the state is working to
find you better identities but you?re stuck with those for a while. I run
a business called Jenny?s Teacup."
Tesla said, "I?ve heard."
Maria growled again.
Jenny held up a hand. "Not your preferred choice. Got it. A job is
available. Each of you has a valid SWID. But we also have jobs that don?t
qualify as sex work. Bartender. Bouncer. Waitress. Come to me if nothing
else is working. Oh. Because you have a SWID, and because each of you had
unprotected sex recently, you are required by law to visit a registered
medical facility within the next ten days. I strongly advise you to do
this before you engage in any sexual activity. Tell them I referred you.
I have accounts at most of the clinics and the hospital."
Jenny walked to her desk. "C?mere, please." She showed them the security
cameras.
She spoke to Tesla. "The two gentlemen who arrested you are waiting out
front." She showed Tesla a black van. "They wish to debrief both of you.
They may or may not offer you a slot in an actual witness protection
program. Not this flawed attempt." She gestured to both purses.
"Feds?" Maria asked Jenny. She looked at Tesla.
Tesla said, "I need to make phone calls." She tapped her specs. A library
of contacts scrolled by. People that Teresa Wolff knew. "Can I have my
specs?" Tesla gestured towards the box with her personal effects.
Jenny said, "No. The first time you use that phone, somebody, somewhere
will know you?re not working the beds here."
"They?ll know the first time they visit the blonde woman."
Jenny said, "Do you think any of those apes remember what you look like?"
Maria said, "They?ll remember me."
Jenny looked skeptical. "After a juve and a tit job? Operant
conditioning? Marcia Mason thinks she knows what she signed for." Jenny
pointed to the beaded curtain. "In less than a month she will answer to
your name without thinking. Heavy personality changes. All the women here
change, but...." Jenny tapped her forehead. "Brain bugs. It would be
kinder to mindwipe her."
Maria said, "If they fingerprint her or check her iris pattern?"
"I?ve never seen them do that. The men who come here want to fuck. Or
taunt their victims. Sometimes both. We need a little bit of luck, and a
few days. I can pass off soma changes and mental confusion as byproducts
of whatever they did to you in the infirmary."
Tesla said, "There?s a supervisory program monitoring me for compliance."
"Not anymore," Jenny said. "We transferred that program to the other two
women. As long as you avoid reentering JerseyMax, we?re in good color."
Tesla asked, "Their security is that bad?"
Jenny smiled. "Somewhat out of date, I?m told."
Tesla said, "How often do you do this?"
"Falsify official documents?" Jenny shrugged. "Never not once." She
smiled.
"I need to call my dad," Tesla said. "Or my lawyer." Tesla thought for a
moment. "Can I just wear my specs for a moment? Get the numbers?"
Jenny shook her head.
Tesla tapped a painted fingernail on the desk. She used Teresa?s specs.
She searched for a local FBI office. She found an office in Trenton.
Bureau 13? Nothing. Then, remembering a sign she?d seen once when she
picked up her father from work, Tesla tried "Center for Small Studies".
Her specs blinked. There, in the library of contacts on her specs, was a
name. Stacy Caroline, Center for Small Studies.
Tesla activated the link.
It went through to voice mail. Tesla left a message. "Hey. This is ...
I?m calling for Teresa Wolff. It?s urgent. I need to know if...."
The connection transferred. A woman?s voice said, "This is Stacy
Caroline."
"Hi. I need to send a message to my father."
"Ms. Wolff, our records show that your father is deceased."
"I?m not Teresa Wolff. She agreed to bed-sit for me."
"One moment. Please tell me the most recent class you attended."
"Sex Worker?s Indoctrination." Tesla?s voice went flat. Emotionless.
"Most recent at Girls College."
"Civics."
"Your middle name?"
"Teresa Wolff?s middle name or mine?"
"Yours."
"Lorraine."
"Voice fonts, Tesla," Captain Caroline said. "I had to be certain. Your
father is in Taiwan Province."
Tesla stopped, stymied for a moment. "Is he aware, are you aware of where
I?ve been for the last three months?"
"We?re aware," Captain Caroline said. "Your father was informed of your
arrest."
"I?m concerned. The same two agents who put me in the system are waiting
for me outside."
"They work for me, Tesla."
"Are you the one who put me in the Special Offender?s Unit at JerseyMax?"
"I authorized your arrest. Can you come in? We would like to debrief you,
and the woman with you."
Tesla hung up. She spoke to empty air. "Let me think about that."
"Well?" Maria asked.
"I guess we ride the black van."
Maria said. "I didn?t want to be a felon, anyway."
Tesla sighed.
Maria said, "Let?s go. The men are waiting."
Tesla shuddered at the implications of that.
********
They drove to a third-story office in the Annex. The sign on the door
said, "Center for Small Studies." On the way, Tesla learned Joey?s last
name. Xocol. It was on his security badge.
On the way, Agent Xocol said, "I got my pee-pee slapped because of you."
Tesla said, "Want me to slap it? I?ll use a brick."
"Hey, hey." Joey leaned back, edging away from Tesla. "We just learned
last week that the order for your arrest was forged. We knew a month ago
you?d disappeared. We spent that time looking for you." He smiled. "We
thought the Chinese had spirited away another asset."
"I?m not a fucking spy!" Tesla said. "And my mother wasn?t, either!"
Agent Xocol looked away. He said, "People are being reassigned. Some lost
their jobs. My boss?s boss suicided." He frowned. "Coward."
"I hope it hurt," Tesla said. She looked Agent Xocol in the eye. "I hope
he suffered as he died."
"You should thank this woman," the agent nodded to Maria. "She lost her
job for you."
She?d lost more than that. Tesla looked at Joey Xocol. Just how clueless
was he?
"Job sucked ass," Maria said. She touched Tesla?s arm. "You don?t have to
thank me. I would have done that for anyone."
They deposed Tesla. Debriefing took three hours. The rape kit took
longer. The Bureau did offer Tesla placement in the witness protection
program. Tesla considered it, but turned it down, after finding out that
Sheri had been released and was home now, living under a simple alias.
They produced other documents. They showed Tesla that they?d expunged her
record and removed the offenses from national and state databases. Tesla
asked for, and got the promise that they would review Teresa Wolff?s
records. They couldn?t promise an appeal, or even promise to file a
friend-of-the-court brief. Tesla also asked them to review Marcia Mason?s
records.
For the rest of her life, Tesla would have to answer yes to the question,
"Have you ever been arrested."
Then Joey Xocol drove Tesla "home."
1811 Appleyard Lane.
"What the fuck?" Tesla took in the view from inside the van.
"Burned to the ground," Agent Xocol said. Soil is poisoned."
"Why?"
"Dangerous megafauna."
"The rats?"
"No."
The ground inside the wall was bare. No greenery, not even weeds. The
trees were gone. All that remained of the house was a hole where the
basement had been. Dead birds littered the sidewalk. All that remained
was a fieldstone wall, and the gate, fouled with biohazard tape.
Next they drove to Lao Fan cemetery.
"Why are we here? You?re scaring me, Officer Xocol."
"Paying my respects."
"Who died?"
Joey drove to a fresh grave. He removed his hat. He showed her the grave
marker. It was a simple veteran?s headstone. It had the flag engraved on
it, and a star.
Big Balls
Cat Piss
Many Fleas
Tits
Served with honor.
A cartoonish render of a rat adorned one side of the grave marker. It
showed a rat with a helmet, wearing an Alice pack.
Tesla checked the death date. The same day she had been arrested.
Joey said, "I knew them as Greg, Sadie, Jimbo, and Jumbo. They died
defending your house."
"You guys were busy that day."
"Wasn?t me," he said. "I catch the party or parties who did this? Either
this." He gestured to Tesla. "I won?t have a job anymore. C?mon. Let?s
take you home."
"Where is home?"
"You have choices. Girl?s dorm on Fig Street in Riverside. You can live
with your ex in Dunes. Wolff?s ex."
Tesla said, "No." She crossed her arms.
Agent Xocol smiled. "We have a safe house. It has a home gym. You can
take your courses as Teresa Wolff. Tell everyone you are under
quarantine."
"I want to go home." But there was no home.
Agent Xocol said, "Or you can live in your old apartment under your new
name. Your sister lives there. Her mom. Your cousin. I recommend against
it. Easy way to blow your cover."
"Hease! He?s okay?"
Agent Xocol smiled. "See for yourself. Stay off social media. Take your
classes remotely but leave the camera off. Witnesses in these cases tend
to disappear. Your physical appearance will change in the next few weeks.
Try not to make any pornos before then."
Tesla glared at him.
They drove the short distance to Seventh and Nutmeg. "Your sister?s hot,"
Joey said. "The mom, too. Out, out, I got work to do."
********
Cheri, Sheri, and Hease met Tesla on the street. There was a lot of
hugging and crying.
Hease walked with a cane, but seemed okay otherwise.
They went to Arabiki?s. Tesla ordered chamomile tea. Tak performed a
blessing on Tesla. She?d seen him do this before, with other customers.
The waitresses Jinx and Rainy joined in, adding to the "blessing."
Tesla noted that the blessings did not include free tea. Or an
expectation of a smaller tip. Just the opposite. As Rainy left, she spoke
quietly to Tesla. "Don?t forget to tip Tak. Those blessings cost him."
Tesla looked across the street and up to the old apartment. "It?s like it
never happened. The last nine months. Gone."
"It happened," Sheri said. "I got my certificates back. All your
machinery is in the fourth-level warehouse where the tentacle monsters
used to live. Some of the furniture."
"Waren is still the landlord?"
Sheri nodded. "I?ve been living in the office beneath the props room. I
go upstairs for showers and meals."
"I get my old bedroom back?" Tesla started crying again.
********
On the way back, Cheri and Sheri rushed ahead. Something about cleaning
up after the latest porno.
Tesla hung back. She walked with Hease.
He ambled slowly. The cane had seen heavy use. The rubber tip was worn.
"Where is Xi?" Tesla asked.
"Gone, Oregon. West Broccoli. A land with no fromunda."
Tesla hugged Hease. "That really bites."
"She hung on long enough to get me walking again." He stood straight. "I
can walk mostly because of her hard work."
"She broke your back. You had to learn to walk again because of her."
"Could be worse. Married. Five children. With me experiencing all five
births and the pain of breast feeding." He pointed to himself. "A messy
divorce. Confused sexuality."
"If she comes back?" Tesla asked.
"I?ll marry the goof."
"If she doesn?t?"
"Thinking about a sex change. Think I?d look good in a wedding dress?"
"Good good, or good like a train wreck?"
"Hey."
"I?ll be your best man. I saw Rejean today."
"How is he?"
"Employed."
"A job looks sexy on a man."
"Find another. Boy likes them meek and obedient. Besides, he?s a sniffer.
Who?s Lars?"
"Rejean?s boy toy."
"He looks like you. With less hair. I need a shower. Real clothes. Oh,
fuckstix. Do I have any real clothes?"
"Lost in the fire." Hease shook his head. Then he smiled. "Cheri?s mom
has a room filled with fashion makers in various stages of take-apart.
I?m sure she can set you up."
"Darn. I wanted to try clothes from the props room."
"Ask Waren about that. Nice specs. Who paid for them?"
"My ex-husband."
Hease stopped the chair lift. "When did you get married?"
"Dunno. Eighteen, nineteen years ago? I have a boy who?s seventeen."
Tesla tapped her specs. "Muji?s. You know a secretary program that works
on Mujis?"
Hease smiled. "She?s a bit bossy. I just broke her of the habit of
listening to private fantasies and making them real."
"I?ll take the male version. I get enough Cheri with the Cheri and Sheri
twins."
Hease took the chair lift to the penthouse. Tesla followed on foot.
********
Six weeks later, Tesla was still living as Teresa. She attended Girls
College in-person now. Her body had rung through its changes. She looked
Asian now, instead of hapa. Straight black hair, past shoulder-length
now. Epicanthic folds. Unlike the stereotypical Asian, Tesla had a large
bust. She looked like a hentai model. Chinese porn. She also looked like
a teen-ager. She got carded when she bought beer now. But, because
rejuves were becoming common, nobody questioned her "legal" age, 35.
"Mom?"
Tesla turned. She saw a hapa kid. Seventeen. She recognized the child
from pictures on her phone.
"Preston."
He tried to hug her. She pushed him away. "I?m not your mom. Do I look
like your mom?"
He looked puzzled. Shocked. Hurt.
"I have class in forty minutes. You like coffee? A sandwich? My treat."
Tesla took Preston to the Student U.
She sat with Preston in a booth, away from other customers. "Okay, kid,
I?m not your mom. Although, I met your mom. She misses you very much."
"Same name," Preston said. He pointed to her Student ID, which Tesla wore
as a badge. "Same birthday."
Tesla nodded. "We swapped. Can you keep a secret? Witness Protection
Program."
"Don?t bullshit me."
"I?m running your mom?s ID for a while. Establishing credit. Work
history. That sort of thing. Your mom?s completely off social media,
right?"
Preston called Tesla?s phone.
Tesla nodded. "Yes," she said. "I am the person who answers your mom?s
phone." She didn?t accept the call.
"If you?re not my mom, who are you?"
"I can?t say."
"A mindwipe? They promised me they wouldn?t wipe you."
Tesla sighed. "She wasn?t wiped. Pretty sure she wasn?t wiped. She broke
cover with her handlers long enough to ask about you."
"She asked about me? Why doesn?t she call?"
"Because she can?t. It would endanger both of us. And others."
"Is she okay?"
How to answer that question? Okay? At the Bloop? Tesla drew a breath.
"Physically? She?s okay. Mentally? She misses you. She has a stressful
job."
"Dad says she?s a whore."
"Prostitute, Preston. Your father put her there. He could have asked for
a simple jail term. Or parole. It was her first offense. He demanded that
she get community service."
"Where?" Preston asked. "Where does she work?"
"Meadows, maybe. Or Atlantic City. Leave it be, Preston. When she?s out,
she?ll find you. You still driving the Malay?"
"Yes."
"Keep that car. She knows it." Tesla knew this from the pictures on her
phone.
Preston said, "Her name is on the title."
"Exactly. She can find it. Be safe driving home, Preston." Tesla tapped
her specs for the weather report. "Ice in Elevation."
"I know. I drove here."
"Do you need gas money?"
Preston looked uncertain. Tesla handed him a stack of centurions.
"Where did you get these?" Preston asked.
"I?m a bartender. No, you can?t visit. Drinking age, Preston." She stood.
"I have class. I?m not the huggy type, but I?ll make an exception for
your mom. She said to give you this." Tesla hugged Preston. "Yes, I have
boobs. Eyes up, Preston." She disengaged from the hug. "Don?t tell your
dad you found me. Okay? I do not want to deal with your father."
********
Two months later, a war rat came up through the trapdoor from the props
room. It pushed a potted plant into the room and left it by the
panopticon shower.
A hausplant.
Fin.
(a note to the reader) An afterword is planned. It?s not crucial to the
story, so I didn?t include it here. Hope you enjoyed the story! JRS
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