Forced to Frustration
Forced to Frustration by Tegeli A fully equipped kitchen was more of a status symbol than practical addition to the penthouse. I opened the drawers until I found the cutlery. As I expected, they were pristine, possibly completely unused. I grabbed a knife, and screamed. A forbidding burning sensation pulsed from the regulation implant in my neck. I dropped the knife back to the drawer, fighting back the tears of pain and shock. The warden AI had known what I had intended. I...