Chapter One

The public transportation zipped along the barren tunnel miles below the lifeless surface of the earth. The large electromagnetic coils kept the carriages suspended in the center of the tubes as they were pushed along at supersonic speeds. Inside the cabins, the decor was immaculate. The seats were all nice, plush, and clean, and there was enough space between each chair to allow plenty of foot room while still comfortably seating three people. The windows displayed a beautiful rolling landscape that changed on an hourly basis to promote happy feelings in the passengers. The overhead lights provided perfectly ample illumination and the soft teal colored carpet muffled any footsteps. Soft indistinguishable background music drifted through the air to help mask any slight sound someone might make. And finally, the eggshell colored walls were quite pleasing to look at. The effects as a whole were meant to provide relaxing and enjoyable travel for everyone.

The occupants themselves sat quietly, either examining the vista scrolling by outside the carriage, perusing some reading material that they had brought with them, or sitting quietly with their eyes closed, not quite dozing.

In one of the carriages all of the people wore blue jumpsuits, each with their name monogrammed over the left pocket. In the right pocket was a small assortment of tools that matched the person's neighbor, and each of the occupants stowed a small work bag in the overhead compartment before sitting down. No one really spoke; only the slightest of head nod or gesture to your fellow traveler was acceptable. It was very impolite to impose on anyone else here. When the carriages pulled to a stop, the doors at front would open and the first few rows of people would get up and leave, the next stop the next few rows, and so on until the carriage was empty. Then they would return to wherever the carriages came from.

There are three types of people who used the transportation: The first types were the people in the business suits. Their job was middle-management, their career put them in a position to make sure that the wheels of this society were well-maintained. They all worked in an office cubicle just like their neighbor, lived in a small apartment just like their neighbor, and performed the same type of job that their neighbor did.

The second type of person was the blue jumpsuits. Their job was skilled labor: They repaired machines and made sure that everything worked as it should. They were the cooks, performers, doctors, writers, entertainers, and anyone who had a skill.

The last kind of person who commuted every day were the orange jumpsuits. They were the manual laborers, the ones who performed the jobs that required no skill.

Most people did their job and enjoyed their life, and if you're good at your job you would receive credits. Credits allowed you to purchase extra things. These could be spent on things like sweets, fancy clothing, entertainment items, trips to the relaxation center, and more. You could also give your credits to somebody as a gift to show appreciation. Everyone had a job, you're given a place to stay, clothing, and food. You were well taken care of by the rest of society.

Everyone was happy because happiness was mandatory. But this story is about Bill, the man who destroyed it all, and killed humanity. He did this not out of hate or anger but out of love for one person, his wife.

Bill sat quietly among his fellow commuters with his hands folded neatly in his lap. He sat on the outer most seat, giving him a nice view out the window. He tried to keep himself occupied by the passing scenery but found his attention wondering to what the woman in the seat next to him was reading or what any one of dozen other travelers were engaged in. Anything to keep his mind off the growing excitement that was bubbling inside of him threatening to explode at any moment.

He was a plain man, brown flat hair, cut in the mandatory style. His face was ordinary and framed common brown eyes. He was not tall, or short, he was average. There was nothing about him that screamed destroyer of civilization.

Bill like all the other occupants was wearing a blue jumpsuit, his field of skill was cooking. He started out years ago as a worker in kitchen factory five. Moving twenty pound bags of potatoes, washing dishes, doing minor prep work, sharpening knives, the things a normal orange jumpsuit did. When he first started there he had met Nancy. The Queen of Terror.

Nancy was a veteran kitchen worker (orange grade) and had been working the kitchens her whole life. She was there every morning, where she would bark orders to all the other orange level workers. Technically she was below all of the cooks, but none of them dare call her anything but Ma'am, and even some of the chefs asked her for help or advice. She didn't do any heavy lifting, instead Nancy patrolled the aisles making sure everything ran smoothly and efficiently. She was mean, abusive, and as hard as a-week-old yeast roll. Every time she had come near him, Bill would become nervous, dropping dishes and tripping over the wet mats. And every time he screwed up, she would give him the business end of the large metal spoon she kept in her pocket. For the first few years that he worked in kitchen number five, Bill went home every night sore and bruised.

One day, after he'd been working there for almost five years, he had been sitting and peeling a mound of potatoes, not really paying attention as his hands automatically removed the spud's skin. Nancy had crept up behind him and leaned over his shoulder, he had jumped when she had whispered to him to "pay attention to what the cooks are doing". Watch the way they slice vegetables, trim the meat, stir the sauces, and make each dish dance in the skillet before going onto the bone white plates. She had started asking him random questions about spices for no reason, every time he got it wrong she took the large metal spoon to the back of his hands, and every time he got it right there were more potatoes to peel.

The other workers laughed and joked about how she had it out for him, about how she was trying to make him quit or transfer to another kitchen. She was always there, watching and criticizing everything he did. So after seven years under her tyranny, he had had enough. As everyone was getting ready to leave, he waited, and when Nancy, who was always last to leave the kitchen, began to shut everything down, he confronted her.

He demanded to know why she was always torturing him, why she made his life so miserable, why didn't she ever discipline the other workers the same way that she did to him? He ranted and raved at her, he demanded an explanation, he demanded satisfaction, he demanded to know why! But regardless of anything he said, she just stood there looking at him. When he had finally ran out of steam, Bill just waited and glared at her.

In the hushed tomb-like atmosphere of the kitchen, with all of its chrome surfaces now the color of lead, the quiet ticking of the ovens as they cooled, and the hum of the compressors on the chilling units, Nancy leaned over the counter, looked him in the eye and asked, "What do you put on orange duck?"

His mind shuffling through the index cards that he kept there, looking for the answer. Then he looked at Nancy, the old woman's face a crown of wrinkles, and replied, "Saffron." With that, she leaned back, smiling. She told him none of the other workers in the kitchen could have ever answered that question, none of them knew how to pay attention, none of them, except him. He was the only one out of the whole lot of rejects that had a scrap of intelligence. She told him that she had been training him, and that soon he would no longer be a worker.

Bill had gone home that day for the first time in seven years, not in anger and weary aspirations, but with a strange sort of pride. Days later, true to her word, Nancy suddenly called Bill over. He turned and looked as she glared across the kitchen at him with the fiery eyes of a dragon. The other workers snickered and laughed, knowing that he was about to receive some new type of punishment. So half-heatedly Bill made his way over to where Nancy and the head cook stood.

The head cook was a large portly man who seemed to have used any credits he received on buying sweets, and most likely large-sized clothing. He had bushy black unkempt eyebrows that occupied the space above his eyes, like two sleeping caterpillars. It gave his gray eyes a shadowed look of perpetual distrust. Bill had come over toward them, the head cook look at him frowning, and then turned to Nancy asking her if she was serious.

Nancy nodded her sincerity and with a frown the head cook turned and walked off. Nancy glared at Bill and told him flatly she wanted him to cook a quiche. Bill told her he never cooked before in his life and in return Nancy backhanded him with her spoon across the face. She looked at him with her demon like eyes telling him she didn't ask his opinion, she was giving him an order, then crossed her arms and waited. So Bill turned around to the ingredients laid out before him and began to cook. As he worked his fellow orange jumpsuits had walked by snickering and laughing behind their hands.

When he was done it looked nothing like a quiche. He had no idea why she was asking him to do this, it was stupid. She was just trying to get him reassigned to another kitchen.

The head cook returned and looked at what Bill had prepared, and turned his nose up at it, but had at least given it an investigative taste. When the fork left the man's mouth Bill saw his rotund features sudden change, a strange look filled in the man's eyes. It was almost as if they had glazed over, and Bill started panicking, and thought to himself that he had poisoned the chef. But the portly man reached down for another bite, followed by another, until he had eaten a whole portion. Then he began asking Bill questions that Bill could easily answer about ingredients and method. In the two years watching all the other cooks' successes and failures Bill had learned a few tricks. The head chef was amazed, wanting to know why Bill had not tested in as a cook, but Nancy had stepped up and ordered Bill back to work. There were potatoes to peel.

As he sat milling over what had just happen, his coworkers seem just as confused as he was. Some still mocked him. But at the end of the day Nancy had walked over and put a hand on his shoulder. She told him he had done a good job, he suddenly went from being the kitchen scrub to Nancy's golden boy. She told him the chef was going to offer to make him a level one cook, but she warned him that if he settled for anything less than level four she would beat him into unconsciousness. Smiling, he agreed.

That have been three years ago and since then Bill had gotten all the way to level eight. Two more levels and he could apply to be a chef. He had gained commendation after commendation for his skill, and he saved every credit that he had been awarded, except for the five-hundred credits that he had given to Nancy as a form of thank you. He heard that she had used it for a whole week in the recreation area. It had taken Bill this long to save up, but finally he had amassed the credits he needed, he had put in his application for a wife.

He had waited three days before the confirmation message had arrived and the credits were deducted from his account. He'd been told that she would arrive this afternoon. When Bill had filled out his application he had answered a long list of questions to make sure that he would be compatible with her. He did not believe his luck, he had heard that some people waited years for the application to be accepted, and this is why Bill now found himself full of nervous energy as he sat quietly in his seat

The chimes overhead rang out as the soothing female voice announced, "Now arriving at hub 34."

All the other travelers around him began checking their personal belongings and standing to depart. Bill hadn't brought anything home with him, so he nervously waited at the end of the line for everyone to file out onto the platform. Everyone moved slowly about their business of heading back to their own personal rooms. To Bill it felt like they were all standing in his way, he wanted to sprint down the corridor. To get home as soon as possible, the nervous agitation building in him was reaching unbearable levels

Finally after what felt like a lifetime he reached the intersection of his wing and turned down his hallway. No one else was walking down with him so Bill began to quickly jog. It felt like his heart was hammering in his chest and his stomach was tied the knots. What would she be like? What was her name? Would she like him? If something was wrong between the two they would be no going back. Once you were declared husband-and-wife, you cannot reapply, unless the other person died .

Bill finally reached the door at his apartment and he touched the little yellow square and the door slid open. Lights inside began to come on as he stepped inside. Bill stopped and stood quietly, listening.

"Hello," he said nervously, "is there anyone here?" he moved from room to room calling out several more times, but he found himself alone. He mentally chastised himself, what had he been thinking? She wouldn't just show up in the middle of the day while he wasn't home.

So Bill quickly set about getting ready. He took a shower, changed into a suit of his nice clothes, and began straightening his apartment

Time slowly click by. So slowly. The large display in his living room showed the time and he could have sworn it was stopping. He stood in front of it and called back up all of his messages. He reread the confirmation that he had received, and there was no new messages saying that it had been canceled.

Bill was at his wit's end when suddenly his doorbell chimed. He raced to answer it, almost tripping over the carpet. He stood before the door, took a second to breath, and straightened himself. The door opened and changed his life forever.

Outside in the hallway stood two security units. They were tall, slim, and had metallic bodies. They scanned him with a large red sensor in the center their faces

"Are you Bill Jones? Citizen number 1151?" one of the security units asked.

"Yes, yes I am."

"Congratulations on your marriage Mr. Jones. May we present your bride, Susan Jones," the security unit said, and rolled to one side.

Standing behind it was a young girl. She was a little over 3 foot tall with unkempt brown hair and a sad look on her face. She clutched an old abused bag tightly to her chest and kept her eyes focused on the floor in front of her. Bill stared at her, speechless, for several seconds, then looked at the security unit, then back to the girl again. Something didn't make sense here.

"I think there's been some type of mistake," Bill said. "I'm supposed to be expecting my wife."

"Correct sir. This is Susan Jones, your wife. Congratulations," the security unit raised one of its hands that held a small stick with a brightly colored cube on the top that suddenly exploded into a small shower of confetti and a horn-like noise.

"No, you're wrong, she can't be my wife!" Bill looked at the small mousy girl standing in front of him.

"Checking... checking... There is no mistake sir, congratulations," the security unit said again.

Bill stood there dumbstruck. The girl said nothing, only moved past him into his apartment. The two security units turned to leave as the door slid shut and he stood, staring at the door, not knowing what to do or what to say. It took him a few minutes to collect himself, and he turned around to address his wife but did not see her.

"Uhm, hello?" he said, looking around. He walked to the door of his bedroom, where he found her sitting on the side of the bed clutching her bag.

She looked up at him, and he could clearly see confusion and fear in her eyes. The situation was just as strange for her as it was for him. He didn't know if it was okay to come in and sit down, or just stand there, so he chose the latter.

"Hi, my name is Bill, and you're Susan." He gave her the best warm smile he could, but she said nothing.

"Look, I don't know what happened, but I'm sure we can get this straightened out. Are you hungry? Would you like something to eat?" The girl only sat on the edge of the bed and shook her head.

"I don't mean to be nosy or anything, but exactly how old are you?" The girl raised both of her hands extending five digits on one and three on the other. Bill scratched his head in confusion. This was not going the way he had hoped or planned.

"Here" he said, stepping forward, "let me just take your things for you." But the girl suddenly shrank back away from him, he held up his hands, and stepped back.

"Look Susan, I can't explain what's going on. But don't worry, everything will be okay."

"That's not my name." Her voice was as little as she was.

"I'm sorry, what?"

"I said that's not my name."

"Oh, sorry, the security unit told me your name was Susan."

"It is, but no one calls me that."

Bill blinked at her "What do they call you then?"

"Everyone calls me Error."

"Why would people call you that?" Bill asked, his confusion only growing.

The girl's sighed and look back on at the floor. "It's because there was an error when I was born, and my age is messed up in the system. It says I'm 10 years older than I am."

"How can... That doesn't make any sense," Bill said. "Look we can work this out, there has to be something someone can do, I know some people. I'll put in a call, and see maybe if we can get this straightened out. Trust me." He once again tried to give her a reassuring smile.

She looked up at him with large brown eyes and for a moment Bill saw hope there, a kind of disparate hope, a hope that maybe this Error could be fixed.

Growing up for Bill had been different than what you and I experienced. For Bill, and everyone else in the world, there was no such thing as a mother or father. Instead when you were born you were put into a group, as you got older you progress through schooling and training with the same people. You could think of it as a group of brothers and sisters, their loves, hates, friendships, and rivalries.

He could not imagine the life that this poor girl had lived. That meant that when she was but a newborn she had been grouped with kids who were roughly 10 years older than her. Who had been taking care of her? And most people started their career training when they were about 15, so by the time you turned 18, you were already proficient in what you're given career was going to be. In his mind Bill did the math, that meant that by the age of five she had been assigned a job, based on a series of skill tests. What job put a five-year-old possibly qualify for?

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Bill studied the large screen in his living room and pinched the bridge of his nose trying to stem a growing headache.

"Look, I've told you before, there's been a mistake."

"I'm sorry sir. We checked records and there is no mistake. Congratulations on your new marriage," the artificial image on the screen said. If it had been a real person, Bill would've thought the woman was being sarcastic.

"No, my wife is not 18 years old, she's eight."

"Once again sir we checked her records, and we show that Susan Jones Citizen number 22852 is classified with an age of 18. I understand that you are insisting there is some type of mistake, if you require more assistance please feel free to visit the administrative office at your earliest convenience. Would you like to set up a schedule appointment?"

"Yes! I would like to set up a scheduled appointment," Bill droned at the image.

The chipper woman on the screen smile back. "Excellent. An appointment for you and your wife shall be set as soon as possible. You will be notified in your daily schedule when this will occur. Is there anything else I can assist you with. sir?"

"No..."

"Well, thank you then for letting us know about this possible issue, and once again congratulations on your marriage."

The image flickered, then went back to the standard wall color. A glowing digital clock hung there, which read 8:35. Bill had spent the better part of the four hours he had been home trying to message or contact somebody in authority. It wasn't that he was trying to get rid of the girl, but she was definitely not what he expected when he had applied for a wife.

His stomach groaned in protest from lack of food. So, defeated, Bill walked into his food pantry and took down one of the preserved meals he specially prepared, and turned to leave. But he paused. Maybe she was hungry? He reached back on the shelf and took the second meal, and returned to the living room, placing them on the table.

"Hey Susan, would you please come eat something with me? I'm not a very good conversationalist, but I'll try," he said, looking into the door to the bedroom and giving her a smile.

"Told you, not my name."

"You really want me to call you Error?" Bill asked.

"Everybody else does," the girl said, still clutching her bag and looking down at the floor. She was resting her chin on the top of her belongings, her short reddish brown hair hanging across her face and hiding her features.

Suddenly Bill heard Nancy's voice in his head. Don't be afraid, when you find something that makes you afraid, look it in the eyes. Never be scared to accept the challenge, don't cry about whatever is in front of you, grab it with both hands, and deal with it.

Bill stepped fully to the doorway crossing his left arm across his chest as if he had a towel draped there. His right hand flourished out as he did a deep bow and in a corny accident, he asked, "Would Miss Error care to eat dinner with me?"

Error turned her head slightly looking at him from the corners of her eyes. The edges of her mouth twitched upward and a slight snicker escaped. A second later it was followed by another and then suddenly she covered her mouth with her hands trying to stem the flow. In a minute she was downright giggling. Bill looked up and smiled.

They sat in the living room together and ate their first meal as husband-and-wife. Well, actually, that was only the technicality of it, Bill really did not consider the small girl his wife. More like a house-guest.

They set down at the small table in the center of the living area, their meal trays in front of them. The food has been prepared in one of the many factory kitchens like the one Bill worked in. It had been sealed and delivered by automatic systems to his pantry. He could have ordered a large variety of whatever type of food he wanted. These particular trays get special ordered from his kitchen because he had prepared them himself, in expectation of the arrival of his new bride. He didn't consider it going to waste on Error because he always found joy when other people had a chance to taste something he made.

She sat next to him in her little orange jumpsuit and depressed the tab on the corner of the tray. It made a slight noise and each of the small containers on its surface either heated up or cooled down based on the type of food that was in it. The lids retracted and the column of steam rose from the meal. She looked down at the strange food.

"What's this?" she asked, poking it with her fork.

Bill had already taken a bite of his and, motioning with his fork, he said, "that's duck confit, with crepe sauce. That's a salad with vinegar base, and the other one is in assortment of fruits in a sugar glaze."

"Looks icky."

He smiled "it may look icky, but it tastes great. Give it a try, I actually made this myself," he said with a shrug, "for you."

Error looked at him, blinking. "You made this for me? You know how to cook?"

He smiled. "Yes, I learned to cook from a very mean old lady."

Error took a fork full of the duck and tentatively placed it in her mouth. She moved it around a bit trying to decide if the flavor was good or not. Her face betrayed the deep thoughtfulness that she was giving the process and finally nodded her head.

"I like it. Taste good," she proclaimed.

Bill laughed. "Thanks, it's taken me a long time to get the recipe just right. You should like the fruit, it has a nice sweet cinnamon glaze."

After they had eaten for a few minutes in silence, Error turned to him. "Can we watch something while we eat? Normally me and Victoria watch the animals when we have dinner."

"Sure," said Bill. He didn't know who Victoria was but anything to make the girl feel more at home.

Error looked at the large clock displayed on the wall and said "Attention!" Suddenly the clock disappeared and was replaced with a pale blue screen and the menu running down one side.

"How can I help you?" said a soothing male voice from the wall.

"I would like to see some animals, maybe some lions," Error said and in compliance the screen changed and began to fade. The lights of the room began lower and the walls seem to slowly disappear, leaving them in dim shadows.

Gradually several trees began to materialize in the darkness, tall brown grass began to sprout from the floor around them. A large cluster of rocks faded into existence, as a horizon slowly came into view. Above them a blue sky slowly began to unfold, dotted with wispy white clouds. They could see the sun barely peeking over the horizon of this new flatland. A gentle breeze started to blow, stirring the dry grass and making it rattle. The smell of baked earth seemed to hang in the air and the buzzing of insects began to serenade them.

Bill looked around taking in the new scenery. He never used the entertainment mode on his terminal much, and was surprised at how peaceful and calm this place seemed to be. The trees nearby were rough, with little to no leaves on their branches. One of the nearby trees was growing out of a large rock providing a pool of shade underneath the hot sun.

As Bill took a bite of his dinner, a slow low rumble-like growl issued from the cool shadows beneath the tree. He turned to see several large tan-colored cats lying under the protective branches of the tree. There were five of them in all, and seem to be as large as he was. One of them had a large scruffy collar of golden hair around his neck and as Bill watched it turned and stared at him. Bill felt captivated as he gazed into the golden bronze eyes of the animal. The other animals lounging under the tree didn't have the same ring of hair, and as he watched the lion threw back its head and once again made the deep rumbling growl that he had heard.

"That's the boy lion," Error said, pointing at the creature with the mane of hair. "The other ones are his girlfriends."

Bill was captivated by the way the animal seemed to move so gracefully, as he watched a young lion crept out from behind the rock. It gave the scene a passing glance, not really taking interest in anything that was going on.

"That's one of the lion's cubs," Error told him.

As he watched, the lion cub suddenly took interest in the adult lion's tail that was slowly switching back and forth. The little cub crouched down and slowly began to move across the ground. When it was within a couple of feet its eyes trained on its target. It suddenly wiggled his butt, flew through the air pouncing on its prey, and began to playfully attack it. The older lion put up with this for a couple of minutes before it reached out and slapped at the cub with its huge paw.

"He does that a lot, Victoria told me that it's how they practice hunting before they grow up. Sometimes I wish I could have one of my own. I think that it would be super to have one living with me."

"But what would you do when it got older?"

"It wouldn't. It would stay just like that forever, because it would be a special lion just for me."

The thought of that made Bill smile. Error seemed to have an interesting way of looking at things. They sat enjoying their dinner watching the Lions and the lion cub as it played around the rock and in the grass.

"I wish they were real," she said, looking down at a fork full of duck. "Victoria told me that they are carnivores, that means they only eat meat. I would feed my lion lots of meat every day."

"Who is Victoria?" Bill asked as he began to eat his dessert. The girl didn't reply, when he looked over he saw that once again she was just staring at her food with a sad expression on her face.

"I'm sorry, I didn't mean to make you upset."

"It's okay. It's just that I really miss her," Error said softly as she stared at her fruit cocktail.

They sat an awkward silence for a few minutes. Bill mentally chastising himself for killing the mood. He had actually begun to enjoy himself up until this point. He quickly tried to think of something to say to restart their dialogue, but before he could she spoke up.

"Because I'm an error, I was put with an older group of kids when I was a baby. None of them wanted to have anything to do with me, and the nanny unit always acted as if I was their age. I don't know what would've happened if Victoria hadn't rescued me. She took care of me when no one else would, she's always been there for me ever since I can remember. Really this is the first time we've ever been apart." The girl seemed on the verge of tears as she sat picking at her food. Bill didn't know what to say, but a question suddenly crossed his mind.

"Sue... Error, uhm, I ask you a question. I had to save up for a long time to put in my application for marriage, how did you ever get enough credits to apply?"

Her eyes were downcast to her lap as she absently played with her fingers. Then in a soft voice she told him, "Victoria gave them to me." For Bill this just raised even more questions, but Error continued. "She got them from all of the guys she has. She's very popular because she's so beautiful."

Bill wracked his brain trying to understand what the girl was talking about. It was there in front of him but he just didn't quite understand, then another thought occurred to him.

"If you don't mind me asking, the system says you're 18 right?" she nodded, "so you were given a job then right?" Once again she nodded. Bill sat back in his chair and began to contemplate how to ask his next question. "So what job were you given?"

Bill didn't think it was possible but she looked even more depressed. Error mumbled something under her breath, something Bill couldn't hear. She seemed to want to shrink back into her chair and just disappear.

Bill hadn't meant to cause the girl so much distress. She was acting as if he was torturing her. He reached across the table and gave her arm a gentle squeeze. All he wanted to do was show her a little compassion, but she suddenly jerked back away from him as if he had bit her.

"Sorry, sorry," Bill said holding up his hands defensively. Sighing, he leaned back in his chair, trying to give her as much room as he could.

"It's okay, I just don't... Well it's just that..." she seemed to want to say something, but was too afraid say it.

They both sat, not knowing what to say to each other, the pregnant silence growing between them. Bill was afraid to say the wrong thing. Nothing in his life had prepared him for a situation like this, and he was trying to cope with it the best he could. The two sat at the table in the middle of the African savanna afraid to talk to each other. Mercifully Bill was saved from saying anything else wrong by a soft chime.

It meant that it was time for him to go to bed, as per his schedule that the system set up for him every day. He smiled, stood up, gathered their trays, and took them to the waiting bin in the pantry. He stood in the near dark surrounded by shrink-wrapped food and bottles of cleaning agents, trying to get his thoughts together. Finally took a deep breath and went back into the living area. The projection had been turned off, leaving only a stark, empty room.

He headed towards the bedroom, touching the light panel as he left the living area, causing the lights to dim to almost imperceptible levels. Bill stepped into the doorway to the bedroom. The room was empty, the girls bag sat open on the floor, several pieces of clothing spilling out. Bill noticed that the door to the bathroom was shut and he could see a light coming from underneath it. He would have really liked to brush his teeth before going to bed, but decided skipping once in his life time was okay.

Quickly he retrieved his nightclothes from the closet and set about changing before she had a chance to come out of the bathroom. He had just finished when he heard the soft click of the bathroom door opening. Bill turned around to say something to Error but his train of thought was suddenly derailed.

As a girl stepped out of the bathroom she clutched a bundle of normal clothes that she had been wearing before. Now though she wore a satin black nightdress, it had frills around the edges and came down to just above her knees. Someone had slightly altered it for her, shortening the shoulder straps, and tightening the fabric across the chest. Most likely this was to take up some of the extra material because the girl lacked anything resembling breasts. It looked to be some type of sensual bed attire meant for an adult, but slightly modified to fit her. Along with this she wore a pair of basic sleeping pajama pants.

Bill was dumbfounded staring at the girl, and he suddenly felt odd, he felt hot and his heart started beating faster. Time seemed to slow down as he watched her walk out of the bathroom. He watched, fascinated, as the soft fabric pulled tight against her skin, and he could make out the features on her chest. Finally he found his brain. "That's a very interesting choice of clothing you have there, Error."

Shrugging, the girl said, "Victoria gave it to me before I left. It was one of hers. The one she used to wear for her guy friends. She told me I should wear it for my husba... for you."

Bill had seen women wearing something like that once before when he had visited the recreation area on catering duty. It was the kind of thing a pleasure worker would wear. He suddenly put two and two together; Victoria must work in the recreation area as a pleasure worker. People got that job when they had absolutely no skill at anything. They would use their bodies to satisfy desire of people visiting the zone on holiday vacation.

Bill could actually see the possibility of someone tipping her a few credits if they really enjoyed her. That would explain how Error could have afforded a marriage application. This girl Victoria had sold herself to save Error.

"It looks really nice on you," Bill said as the girl knelt next to her bags. He starting to reach out toward her, wanting to touch her softness, his heart was beating faster, but pulled his hand back.

"Thanks," the girl said, stuffing her clothes back into her bag. From the same bag she pulled out what looked like a bed sheet. With that, and her bag, she retreated to one of the corners of the room.

"What are you doing?" Bill asked, feeling slightly upset she wasn't sleeping in the bed with him.

"Going to sleep."

"Look I don't mind sharing the bed," he said, patting the empty side.

"I don't even know you." He realized that she was right, what was he trying to do? She was a child.

"Fine, but you really want to sleep on that hard floor? My apartment can get pretty cold at night and all you got is that sheet."

"I'll be fine, thank you," she said, pulling her sheet up to her chin and rolling to face the wall. Bill shook his head he stood up pulling the comforter off the bed and walked across the room. He draped it around the small form curled in the corner.

"You didn't have to do that, I'll be fine," she said as he got back into bed.

"No, no I insist."

The girl lay in the corner cocooned inside the large blanket with only her face visible. "Why are you being nice to me? No one's ever nice to me, unless they want something. What do you want?"

Bill look at the girl huddled in the corner of his room and smiled. "Nothing. I'm just trying to be nice, you seem like a good kid who's had a pretty miserable life. And I... I kinda care about you." He looked into her soft little eyes. "You are my wife after all." He said it jokingly, with a smile.

He reached over onto the end table and touched the little panel embedded in its surface. The lights dimmed down to almost nothing, he pulled the thin sheet up and tried to get comfortable. The room was already getting chilly. He lay there in the darkness and had just about dozed off.

"Thank you," came a soft reply from across the room.

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The next morning Bill woke up a little bit before his alarm, he had slept poorly the night before, the room had been uncomfortably cool. As he got out of bed in the dark he could hear Error snoring softly in her corner. He went into the pantry and got himself a cup of coffee, there was little tabs on its lid for how many creams and sugars you wanted, after making his selection, he pulled the heating tab on the side. A few seconds later steam rose from the cup and the smell of hot coffee began to drift around the room.

Bill activated his wall terminal and put it into silent mode, so it wouldn't wake up his wife. He activated the little icon that would bring up his daily schedule that the system had prepared for him. Once you got old enough to know how to use a terminal, every day the system laid out a schedule for you, to optimize your day. You could deviate a little bit from it, but not much without the system alerting you.

He saw that his schedule had changed since he looked at it yesterday. Instead of work it said unsupervised time and there was also a second schedule along with his that belonged to Error. Hers also read unsupervised time. He checked his schedule for the next several days. It looked like the system had given both of them three days to do as they wish. Bill figured it must have something to do with the fact they were now married. He had heard other married couples say how they shared everything with their spouse.

This made Bill more than a little curious. He returned to the main screen and then clicked his personal profile. Now instead of just his name at the top there was also Susan Jones. He clicked on his name like he had done hundreds of times before, and it pulled up his profile. Everything looked the way it always had, medical history work history, credit balance, any disciplinary actions that have been taken. Any bad report or good report anyone had ever made on him was there for him to read. It was his profile, so thereby his property.

But married couples shared everything; he clicked on the profile that said Susan Jones and her information came up. The picture at the top was strange; where his had his face, all that showed on Susan's was the top of her head. He guessed the camera wouldn't have pointed down when it had been taken. He touched the section labeled scores and testing, that was what was used to determine what type of job you got. He personally had never tested very well but compared to her scores he was a genius.

Of course that wasn't fair considering the situation. How is she expected to learn any of this? There were also several reports of disobedience and failure to follow instruction notifications. Quickly Bill scanned some of these reports, it seemed that they were from when she was very young, and the instructor units were trying to teach her. He had to smile at one of the reports, it had read that while attending calculus class six years ago all she would do was cry all day.

Bill skipped to Susan's placement testing. That was a test everyone was given at the age of 15, and helped decide where they would start their careers at. The results were just as miserable as all the others, she had flunked out on just about everything. The only highlight was that she scored high marks and creativity. He read down to the bottom of the report for the final verdict on where she had been sent. At the very bottom in mechanically printed letters it said, "pleasure worker."

Bills jaw dropped. The system had sent a five-year-old girl for pleasure training. He could not even begin to wrap his mind around this concept. He knew that there were very few people, if any, that ended up being a pleasure worker. Then to think both Susan and Victoria had been sent there, this made him wonder if maybe Victoria had purposely failed so she could protect Susan.

He felt sorry for the girl, and amazement at the same time. How did she manage to survive this long? It was nothing short of a miracle. Bill sat in the chair drinking his coffee and staring at the screen. They had three days before they would be able to go before the administrative board and try to explain what had happened. He sincerely hoped that he would be able to fix this for her, this was no way for anyone that young to live. He had quite a bit of leftover credits, not a lot mind, you but enough to at least pay for a day trip or two to the recreation area.

Bill sat reading over Susan's life as it scrolled across the wall, sipping on his coffee. He didn't hear the soft little foot steps behind him.

"What are you doing?" Error asked as she stood in the doorway to the bedroom.

Bill hadn't heard her and feeling so guilty about reading her private profile that he made a quick hand gesture to turn the screen off.

"Good morning," he said smiling "did you sleep well?"

"No, and you didn't answer my question."

"Oh, I was just checking our schedules. It seems we have some unsupervised time available."

"So." She just stood there looking at him. She knew he was lying.

"Well, I was thinking, we could have some breakfast, and then maybe go for a walk. See where our feet take us."

"Why would we want to do that?"

"I don't know, for fun. Something to do, unless you want to sit around here all day."

"There is somewhere I want to go," she said with a slight edge of hopefulness. Her expression softened as she started to beam.

"Okay, what's that?"

"Once, when I was little, we went to the zoo to see the animals. I've never been back, but I've always wanted to. Can we go there?"

Bill scratched his chin pretending to think about it. He was attempting to be playful, but when he looked at her he saw the hope fading from her eyes. He quickly smiled. "Sure! Whatever you want!"

She looked at him and smiled. Bill realized it was the first time he had ever seen her smile, it lit up her face and made her look so beautiful. So soft and small, that he wanted to take her in his arms and... 'What am I thinking?!' he asked himself.

He stood up and pulled out the other chair her. "Have a seat, I'll fix you some breakfast." Less reluctant than the night before, she nodded and took the offer. Bill went in the pantry; in addition to the dinner the night before, he had also specially prepared a breakfast. He had planned to surprise his new bride with breakfast in bed, but apparently plans change. With everything that had happened, a few items slipped through Bill's memory.

Bill returned to the table with their breakfast trays and gave Error hers. The special preparation that he had readied slipped his mind, until the last second when she pressed the little tab on the corner of the tray to activate it. All the little compartments performed their heating and cooling trick, and opened up. The girl looked down at her breakfast and stared in the main compartment. In the tray was a short stack of pancakes with a single red rose lying across them.

"Am I supposed to eat this?" Error asked lifting the flower off her meal, and showing it to Bill.

"Oh. I'm so sorry, that was for you. Well you know," he seemed embarrassed to say his real wife, it almost felt like he was insulting her.

"This is for me?" she asked, holding up the dark crimson flower.

Not want to upset her, Bill just nodded

"Wow, it's so beautiful. I've never had my own flower before. She put it up to her nose and inhaled deeply, then slowly let out a long exhalation. Smiling, she placed a flower next to her tray and began to eat her breakfast.

They ate in silence, but it was a strange awkward silence. More like a quiet agreement of each other's company. After they had finished, Bill once again took the trays to the pantry. He had skipped brushing his teeth the night before and really felt the need to do a top to bottom cleaning out of his mouth. Once the dishes were dealt with he went back to his bedroom and opened the bathroom door.

Maybe it was the fact that he was becoming accustomed to her presence, or maybe it was the fact that he wasn't used to having someone else in this apartment. Another factor was the lack of a lock on the bathroom door, because when Bill clicked the little button the bathroom door slid open. Error was standing right in front of him topless, her naked skin only inches from him. He felt his heart start beating fast again, and he felt very shaky.

From the waist down she still wore the blue pajama bottoms from the night before, but from the waist up she was naked. The pants were loose and ill-fitting, the waistband hung low and started mere millimeters from exposing anything. The slight V-shaped form of her undeveloped groin peeked out from above the waistband, her stomach was well-defined, and Bill could see no fat on her at all. In the center sat her little dimpled navel, her chest was flat, and decorated with two nipples not quite the same shade as her skin. Her bare arms were quite muscular for someone her age, and her skin looked smooth with a random smattering of freckles. She looked so beautiful, that he just stood there in silence.

His cock had gotten hard almost instantly, as he stared down at his wife. He could feel it straining against the fabric of his pajamas. He felt like he wanted her, needed her. He wanted to touch her, taste her, be inside her. His need felt like the hot fire of the kitchen burning inside of him.

He gained the upper hand on his out of control lust and finally said "uhm... I'm sorry... I just wanted... would you mind...?" he could not find the words.

"It's okay," she said "I don't mind I'm used to it." Bill felt so awkward standing there gawking at her, at least she understood he didn't mean to upset her.

Error knelt down in front of Bill, who looked at her puzzled. Then her hand snaked its way into his pants flap. He shivered when her little fingers touched his member, as she gently took him in her hand. What was she doing? He knew she should not be doing this, it was wrong, but it felt so good.

She skillfully pulled him out, his cock felt like it was going to explode, it felt so good. Her little pink lips parted as she slowly pushed him into her mouth. She started to slide Bill back and forth, her wet mouth felt so good, he put a hand on the back of her head to help her.

"Oh! Oh yes! Please don't stop! Faster go faster," Bill groaned.

He felt her obey and started rapidly moving her small mouth up and down the shaft of his dick. The girl began to feel him about to cum and rammed his rock hard cock as deep down her little throat as it would go. Bill exploded deep into his eight-year-old wife's mouth. He stood holding on to the door frame as his body shook from the massive release.

Carefully Error pulled his deflating member slowly out of her mouth, her lips sliding along his shaft till it popped out. The girl smiled as she wiped a little dribble of cum from the corner of her mouth.

"Did that feel good? I got really high scores in oral," she said. All he could do was nod. "You're the first real person I've ever done it to. Okay, I'll get ready. I can't wait to see the animals!" She stood up and walked past him.

Chapter Two

Bill sat on the toilet trying to puzzle out what had just happened, Error had acted so strange to him, but she had suddenly given him a... a... well, what she had done. Oh boy, what was he going to do? Why was he feeling like this? Well it wasn't as if he had someone else, and she was his "wife" wasn't she.

He stood up and looked at himself in the mirror as he tried to wrap his mind around what had just happened. He felt something for this girl but why? He had been expecting a woman of at least eight teen years of age, but pour little Error was only eight. But what she had just done to him had felt so amazing. She had seemed so afraid of him at first, but then had pleasured him without thinking twice. It did not make any sense. Bill shook his head vigorously and splashed water into his face.

"Attention," he said. As soon as he did, his reflection vanished and was replaced with a pleasant looking woman.

"Good morning Bill, how are you today?" asked the nurse.

"I am not quite sure, I feel sort of stressed out."

"I'm so sorry to hear that, hold your wrist up so I can take a look." Bill lifted his wrist for the lady in the mirror. On the inside of his right wrist was a patch of skin and that was slightly darker than the rest. Bill did not know exactly what it was but he had always thought it was some type of device.

The lady in the mirror looked at it and nodded.

"So what you think?" Bill asked.

"Well, you seem in good health but a few of your proteins are a bit elevated. I'm going to suggest some extra vitamins and some rigorous exercise." The nurses said as she checked something on her clipboard. "So have you and your wife had sex yet?"

It took Billy second to understand exactly what she was asking, and then he realized that this was just an extension of the system. And it still thought that error was eighteen. "No, not yet, it might be a little difficult."

"Oh, why is that?"

"Well she is just so young," Bill said "I don't want to hurt her or anything. She's so much smaller than I am, and I'm afraid if we were to try anything that it would lead to her being injured." Bill thought this was a very decent excuse.

"Remember Bill," said the nurse "now that you're married it's your duty to make sure she gets pregnant at least once a year. Judging from her recent bio-scan she should be at peak fertility."

The idea of an eight year old girl being fertile was a strange thought to Bill. "I was wondering, what if she's not ready to have kids yet, I mean like her body isn't ready, like if she wasn't mature enough?"

"Oh, don't worry Bill, we've made sure that Susan has a regular menstrual cycle before allowing her to enter into the marriage program. As her medical records show when she applied she had yet to experience her first menstruation, but some quick genetic modifications took care of that. Along with the normal reproduction enhancements that are done to females entering the program, and your wife is certainly ready to have children." The image in the mirror said as his wife's personal medical history scrolled across its surface.

"Of course, well, I'll just have to make sure that we have lots of sex tonight," said Bill, smiling.

"That's the ticket Bill, and here take these, they should help your nerves," the woman said as a slot in the sink opened, and two blue pills fell out. Bill obediently took the medication, and thanked the woman as she disappeared.

He stepped into the bedroom and found Error going through her bag on the floor, she was wearing her orange jumpsuit, and had her back to him. Bill walked across the room and reached down touching her shoulder. He meant to ask her if she was ready, but as soon as he made contact she screamed, and jumped away from him. Bill stood frozen in shock at her reaction as the girl huddled in the corner trying to stay away from him. He stared at the frightened shivering child as she looked at him in terror.

"Don't touch me!" She screamed.

"Sorry, sorry," Bill said throwing up his hands and stepping away. "I didn't mean to scare you."

"Just, just don't touch me," she told him. "I don't like people touching me."

Bill was confused "But earlier you, you know," he said and slightly embarrassed he pointed at his crotch.

"Yeah, but that was different. I touched you that time," she told him slowly easing out of the corner.

It suddenly clicked in Bills head, he understood how she thought, if he touched her first she freaked out, but if she touched him first it was okay. He decided to test this, "I'm sorry Error, I just wanted to know if you would do it again, it felt so good."

"Really? You really liked it that much?" the girl said in genuine surprise " I got really good grades on my oral exam."

"So you don't mind?"

The girl shrugged and began to get down on her knees again, but Bill took half step back. "Well not right now," he told her," we need to get going, but thank you for offering."

The girl seemed a little disheartened that he did not want her to pleasure him but she nodded and stood back up. "Okay then, I was looking for my picture taker so I can use it at the zoo. But I can't seem to find it."

"That's okay, we'll just get you a new one."

"Wow, we can? Thanks a lot." She smiled at him and strangely Bill found it very arousing, he was half tempted to tell her he had changed his mind and get her to pleasure him, or maybe if he asked she would actually have sex with him. The idea did not seem so alien as it did the night before, in fact as they left the apartment his eyes were repetitively drawn a to her small boyish ass. Just looking at it made his cock hard.

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The two left the apartment and traveled down the corridor of the living area. The girl seemed to be in a good mood as they strolled toward the transportation hub. There were a few other people also heading in that direction and most of them gave the couple strange looks. It was not normal to see a child in this area, but they were all too polite to ask any questions.

As they stood on the platform waiting for the next transport to arrive Bill noticed that error was standing very close. She kept her eyes focused on the ground and seemed to be standing as still as possible. It was almost as if she was afraid of something. He looked around to see if he could spot what was making her so nervous, but saw nothing out of the ordinary.

When their carriage finally arrived she quickly boarded and claimed her seat next to the window. Bill sat down in the middle seat and got comfortable. Error seemed to be more at ease now as she looked out at the large forest beyond. He leaned over to her, and without touching her, got her attention. With a simple hand gesture he asked her if she was okay. She nodded and went back to looking at the scenery. Bill shrugged it off guessing it was really nothing. He leaned back in his chair and closed his eyes.

The ride to the recreation zone was quite and uneventful. He had seen some other people dressed in casual jumpsuits like he was. Bill figured they too were heading for some relaxation like he and his wife were. He sat in his seat eyes closed and enjoyed the soothing ride, not quite sleeping, just dozing a little. Once during their trip he felt her touch his arm and when he opened his eyes she was pointing out the window enthusiastically. The scene outside the carriage was a rolling dry savanna, and he saw a familiar rock formation with a tree growing out of it. He stared hard in that direction and thought he could make out several feline shapes napping in the shade of the tree.

Finally they arrived at their destination. Bill got up and stretched, shaking the sleep off his body. Quite a few of the other passengers were also standing and disembarking. By the time the two got off the carriage the platform was crowded.

Several more carriages had arrived just ahead of them and all of their passengers were crammed into lines waiting to get in. Bill stood up on his toes trying to see over the heads of everyone, so he could figure out which line would be the fastest.

Suddenly he felt a hand on his waist as Error gripped him hard. He turned looking down at her in confusion, but what he saw scared him. The girl was standing wide eyed and shaking, holding onto his belt for dear life. Her shoulders were hunched and her eyes seem to be unfocused. He knelt down in front of her trying to get her attention.

"What's wrong? Are you okay?" Bill said over the noise of a freshly arriving carriage.

The girl stood shaking mumbling something under her breath and it took a minute for Bill to understand what she was saying. "Too many people."

"It's okay no one's going to hurt you. You don't have to be afraid," he tried reassuring her. But she just latched onto him holding him tight. Now they were drawing the stares of several people around them. He could hear her mumbling "people" in his ear over and over. He did not know what to do, she was having some type of panic attack. He was totally helpless as the mass of strangers pressed in around them. He felt her beginning to claw his back as if she was trying to climb on top of him. There was nowhere to go, nothing he could do to help her, and he was beginning to panic as well.

Yellow door!

He saw it through the mass of people moving around them, it was no more than ten feet away. It was a utility door used by service staff to move quickly around the recreation area. He had clearance to access the area due to working in the kitchen. On several occasions he had helped to cater banquets in some of the many halls of the zone. He wrapped his arms tightly around his wife and lifted her up off the ground. He began to rudely force his way past people toward salvation. He received several disgusted looks for his efforts but he did not give a damn. He pushed his right wrist against the command panel next to the door as he tried to hold on to Error. The yellow panel flashed a green smiling face at him as the portal slid open, and he carried her inside.

The door slid shut with a soft thump. The noise of the busy loading zone died instantly. The quiet chapel like atmosphere of the hallway now seemed to amplify the girl's terror.

"Too many people. Too many people. Too many people. Too..." she kept muttering over and over.

The corridor was used not only to travel quickly throughout the zone but also as a temporary storage area. Stacks of chairs and folded tables lined the walls. Stray boxes of decorations and other mysterious objects were stacked here and there. Bill knelt and placed the girl in one of the unoccupied chairs. He tried to ease her off of him but she still clung to him like a drowning man to a piece of wood. He could feel her hot breath on his ear as she repeated her mantra over and over. Even though she was scared almost to death the feeling of her body pressed against him, and the exotic smell of her hair was making him aroused.

"It's okay, calm down, you're fine now," he said, gently stroking her back, he allowed his hand to travel down farther and farther until he was massaging her butt. His fingers slipped deeper into her crotch as he began to rub the warm little spot between her legs. He felt so turned on he could not help himself.

Slowly she began to collect her wits as her breathing return to normal. Her grip on him loosened, and she leaned back in the chair. Bill pulled his hand away, still feeling her private warmth on his fingers. Even with tears drying on her cheeks she looked so beautiful, her eyes were the most lovely color of brown he had ever seen. He reached out and carefully touched her face with the back of his fingers, feeling her soft skin and, the sad terror drying on her cheeks.

She reached up and took hold of his hand with her little fingers as she pressed lightly against his rough skin. "Thank you, you saved me," she said, giving him a genuine smile.

He felt so attracted to her right now, his desire overpowered any rational thought. He leaned in close to her small young lovely face bringing his lips closer to hers. He wanted to taste her sweet beauty. She closed her eyes and began leaning toward him, excepting his advancement with pleasure.

Suddenly somewhere nearby a door opened and voices shattered their private moment. The two moved away from each other as a pair of janitors disappeared down the corridor, unaware they had interrupted anything. Bill leaned back away from the girl quickly, as he began to get control of himself again. She looked up at him, and he could see strange disappointment in her eyes.

"There, better now. We can go home if you want," Bill said touching her shoulder reassuringly. When he did she flinched away from him a little, but then shook her head.

"No, I'm okay. I want to see the animals. Please can you see the animals?"

"Sure, sure, we'll go see them. I promised didn't I," he told her, smiling as he retracted his hand, even though part of him didn't want to stop touching her.

"Thank you," she said, smiling up at him. "You know, you make a pretty good husband."

Her statement made him smile, and she smiled back. For the short time he had known the girl he had strangely started to fall in love with her. Regardless of her age he found her erotically desirable. He stood up and extended a hand to her, hesitantly she took it as he helped her to her feet, and the two continued down the corridor together.

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The area of the recreation zone the zoo was housed in was almost abandoned. Sometimes it was just as busy as the rest of the areas, but that was when a field trip from the school zone came through, otherwise there were only the occasional visitors. Like the lone person just out for stroll, or the couple looking to find a quiet place to be together.

When Bill and Error got to the front gates the attendant gave them a strange look. He was used to seeing groups of children from the school zone, but never one being accompanied by an adult. It was stranger still when the man asked for two adult tickets as he pressed his wrist to the little blue panel.

"Are you sure sir?" the young man in the orange jumpsuit asked.

"I'm assuming so," the man told him. "Would you mind?" he asked the young girl as he motioned at the ticket panel. She nodded and pressed her right wrist to it. The attendants screen showed two adults, Bill Jones, and Susan Jones. The attendant squinted at his display that showed him she was eighteen.

"Welcome to the zoo," the attendant said shrugging.

The newlyweds smiled and thanked him as they walked through the turnstile into the zoo.

"Did you see his face?" Bill said almost laughing. "That was so funny."

Error looked up at him but she was not smiling. "I don't think it was funny."

"Sorry." Now Bill felt like an ass. For him it was a new thing, but for her it was a dismal reminder of how much her life sucked. He wanted to reach out and touch her shoulder to reassure her he meant no harm, but he knew how she would react. So he silently followed her as she moved from exhibit to exhibit.

Bill stopped at the small desk just inside the zoo. The walls of the booth had various knickknacks and souvenirs visitors could buy. The attendant was a frizzy haired girl in an orange jumpsuit who seemed to smile way too much.

"How can I help you sir?" the attendant asked her smile never moving. Bill found it a little disconcerting.

"Well, I'm looking for a picture taker. Do you have any?"

"I sure do sir, I have some with twenty five pictures, fifty pictures, or unlimited. Which one would you like?"

"I'll take the unlimited one please," Bill said without thinking twice. He pressed his wrist to the pay pad and the system deducted the points from his account.

"Thank you for your purchase sir. If you have any questions or issues please feel free to return it."

Bill thanked the girl and turned looking for his wife. He did not see Error anywhere, he walked to the end of the row of shops, and through the double doors that lead into the zoo.

As he stepped through them he froze in amazement. He never remembered going to the zoo when he was younger, he actually recalled declining to go on that field trip. The ceiling was so high above him he could not see it at all. He was on some type of walkway with large natural habitat enclosures on either side. The walkway had to be at least thirty feet across, with benches and tables randomly positioned down the middle.

He began walking down the thoroughfare gazing into the lives of the animals below. As he was entranced by a family of strange little creatures, that the info screen told him was a platypus, he did not notice Error sneak up behind him.

"Aren't they funny looking?" she asked.

"Yeah, I've never seen anything like them," said Bill as the little creatures played in the water below him.

"I really appreciate you bringing me here."

"Not a problem, I'm happy too," he said reaching out to touch her shoulder. She took a step away from him, and reluctantly he withdrew his hand. "Here, I got this for you." He held the picture taker up toward her.

The girl smiled and took his gift, "Wow, this is awesome thanks. It's one with a lot more storage than the one I have."

"Well, now you have two."

"I can keep it?"

"Sure, it's all yours," he said smiling.

"I want my first picture to be special," she told him. Error pointed the picture taker at him and snapped a shot.

"Why did you take a picture of me?" he asked her, but she just smiled at him without replying.

The two strolled down the walkway, occasionally stopping to observe the animals. They mostly had the place to themselves, and saw only a few other people. But whenever they did pass by someone, they always received strange looks. Error was quite enamored with her new gift, and took lots of pictures. Bill noticed that she seemed to be taking quite a few of him, as well as photos of the zoo's residents. After about an hour they finally made their way to the lion's habitat.

The animals below him bore a striking resemblance to the ones from the entertainment hologram. But as he observed them more closely he did not see any lion cubs anywhere. Error knelt down and looked at the lions below through the glass underneath the railing. She seemed to be entranced as she watched them, and tentatively reached out putting her hand against the glass. Almost as if she was trying to reach out and touch them. Bill could not help but see the sad look on her face as she knelt there. This strange beautiful little girl had entered his life, and turned it upside down. Why did he feel so heartbroken by the look she had? He wanted to reach out and comfort her, help her, and to protect her. He had never felt like this about anyone else before, and it felt so overwhelming.

"Bill, why do they look so sad?" Error said in almost a whisper.

"I don't know, maybe they're bored." He looked down at the creatures, he could see what she meant. "I guess, it's because they're such powerful hunters, but here they are really nothing but pets. They're trapped here, just like we are, doing the same thing day after day." He did not know where his words had come from, but they felt right. It was as if those majestic beasts somehow realized what he did not. They were prisoners in a zoo, just like he was a prisoner in the system, and like them he would never escape.

Error stood slowly and looked away from the lions "I'm ready to go now," she said softly "I don't wanna see any more."

Bill nodded his understanding, and reached out taking her hand. She didn't flinch or pull away from him, instead she leaned against him as they walked back to the entrance.

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The two left the zoo in silence. There was a yellow utility door near its entrance that they accessed to avoid the crowds. They walked through the quiet tomb-like atmosphere holding hands and sharing their space. Bill knew his way around here from years of catering duty, and when they reached one of the intersections he paused. He had heard a voice just now, one that once inspired his nightmares. He looked down one of the side hallways and saw a group of orange jumpsuited people pushing trolleys. At the head of the procession was a familiar grumpy face leading the charge.

"Come on people, hustle up! You're starting to make me angry! We are already late because of Williams here, isn't that right Williams?" bellowed Nancy.

"Ma'am, yes ma'am!" replied a young man in an orange jumpsuit.

"Damned right Williams!" the old woman bellowed as the group began to pass by them.

"Sorry ma'am broke some dishes," Bill called out loudly with a smile.

Nancy turned around on the spot, and looked at him with her dragon stare. Her face softened when she realized who had spoken, and she broke out with a smile. Bill considered this even scarier than her normal look.

"What are you doing here scrub? Shouldn't you be off doing all kinds of unmentionable things to your new wife?" Nancy said almost accusingly. The procession of trolleys had come to a stop as she addressed Bill. When the woman realized this had happened, she slowly turned around and looked at her workers. "Why in the blazes did you idiots stop? Are your brains rotting? Do you need me to hold it for you when you go tinkle? Move it!" This was punctuated by her smacking the head of the nearest worker with a large metal spoon that seemed to have materialized out of nowhere. It had the effect of causing the train of workers to suddenly take off without her. She watched them disappearing down the hallway shaking her head. "I swear these guys keep getting dumber every day."

Bill smiled at her antics, not missing them one bit. "Don't worry I'll be back in a few days."

"You're avoiding the question boy," she said turning to face him again.

All of the noise and confusion had made Error hide behind Bills back. He smiled and took half step to one side "Nancy this is Error, Error this is Nancy," he said introducing the two.

The older woman looked at the girl as one of her eyebrows seemed too slowly migrate up her forehead, then she turned to Bill looking puzzled, then back to the girl. "There is a laundry list of questions I suddenly seem to have, and not a second to spare to have them answered. I'm assuming there is a very long story here somewhere, so I expect to be fully briefed when you return." She knelt down looking the girl in the eyes "If this monkey," Nancy said poking Bills stomach with her spoon, "gives you the slightest bit of trouble, let me know, he's still afraid of me." The girl nodded her understanding as Nancy once again stood and stared Bill in the eyes. "Details!" she told him before turning and following her workers. The couple watched the aged dragon lady disappear, but could still hear her for several more minutes.

Error looked up at Bill. "Who was that?" She sounded shocked.

"That was the mean old lady I told you about, the one that taught me how to cook."

"Oh," Was all the girl could say. Bill had to agree, Nancy could be quite intense when encountered in the wild.

The two continued their journey back toward the transit hub in renewed silence, Error once again leaning against him as they walked. When they arrived at the door that led to the platform, Bill checked to see how many people were there. Thankfully it was almost deserted, and after peaking out she told him it would be okay. The two stood in the shadows of one of the support columns and waited for the transport. Their ride home was peaceful and uneventful. When they finally did arrive it was almost dinnertime.

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"I'm hungry," said Error as they stepped into the apartment.

"Me too," agreed Bill. "What do you think we should have?"

"Can we have some more fancy food? Not the stuff we had last night, but something different? I mean, I like that stuff, it was good, but I would like to try some other stuff, too."

"What do you normally like to eat?" Bill asked walking into the pantry.

"I've always liked aqua nuggets, I eat those a lot. Mostly because I have never tried any different foods. But the stuff you gave me last night was really good."

"Tell you what; I've got an idea that you're gonna love. How about we get some trays of random things and share," Bill called out from the pantry. Error did not reply, so he took that as an affirmative. He punched a series of special commands he knew into the little control panel on the delivery system. Normal people would not know how to do this, but since he worked in the kitchen he was privy to the secret. It had the system place an assortment of various foodstuffs on the trays for testing. Under normal circumstances he would never use these commands to order a meal, but it felt kind of fun.

It took only a minute for the bell to chime, letting him know his delivery had been finished. He lifted the hatch and took out three trays. Bill balanced the trays carefully on top of each other as he brought them into the common room. They were extraordinarily heavy, because of all the food they contained. He arranged them on the table, placed a small plate at both of their seats, along with some eating utensils.

"Dinner's ready. He called out. He could hear Error in the bedroom, doing something.

"Okay, just a second. I think I need new jumpsuits the ones I have are getting too small. I haven't had any new ones for at least a year now. The one I was wearing today was the last one that fit me, can we go tomorrow to get me some new ones?" she called from the bedroom.

"Sure sweetheart whenever you need," he said activating the trays.

"Great, food's ready. I'm starved," she said coming out of the bedroom. Bill looked up to say something to her but instantly forgot what it was, as Error walked into the room wearing nothing but her underwear. She pulled up a chair, sat down next to him, and preceded to look at the small banquet before them.

Bills eyes devoured every inch of her beautiful young skin. His gaze was drawn to the way her legs moved as she crossed the room. The sight of her flat featureless chest that was decorated by two small sensual nipples. Her well toned stomach muscles that moved sexually under her skin as she flexed. Her tight firm boyish ass that kissed the seat of the chair as she sat down. Those beautiful little soft child's lips that parted as the first morsel of food was put into her mouth, and he knew he could have watched her eat for hours. To top it all off her panties were at least two sizes too small for her and left nothing to the imagination. He saw her little virgin cunny that just begged for his big thick hot fuck meat to be in it. He could feel his cock fighting against the fabric of his suit, it wanted out, and the chance to taste her sweet untouched child pussy. It wanted to pour his seed in her womb until she was pregnant.

"Error, where are your clothes?" Bill asked, his voice quivering with desire.

"What's wrong? Me and Victoria normally go around the house like this. Do you want me to go put on my pajamas?"

"No, don't do that. I like looking at you like this. I think you're so beautiful."

"Really? You like looking at me? I always thought I was fat."

"You're not fat, you're amazingly beautiful. I could look at you all day."

"I like it when you say things like that to me," she said, smiling. "When I first went to work, and guys would come to me for pleasure, they all got angry and left. None of them ever said I was beautiful. I guess they all thought I was ugly. Victoria started taking the guys I was supposed to have."

"Well I would take you any day," Bill told her as he leaned across the table and offered her the piece of roast on the end of his fork. The little girl leaned over and wrapped her delicious lips around his meat and pulled it off, she chewed it vigorously before swallowing very slow and sensually. The two gazed into each other's eyes as Bill fed his sexy young wife. She also took turns feeding him, and would occasionally lick the food before offering it to him. The thought never crossed Bill's mind that this little eight year old girl had been trained to be seductive, but if she hadn't she was damn good at it.

He brought his fork, with a cherry on the end, up to her sensual young lips. Her erotic little tongue licked the dripping juices from the bottom of the fruit, before she wrapped her teeth around it and pulled it into her mouth. As she did this she moaned softly and rubbed her hips back and forth in her chair.

"I want you so bad right now," Bill said.

"What do you mean?" Error asked.

"I want to have sex with you right now, I want it so bad it hurts. I need to fuck you." He felt his lust building.

"Wait, we can't do that. I'll do anything but that."

"Why? What's wrong? I promise I'll be gentle. Please I need you. I don't have to put it all the way in, just the tip."

"Please, not that. You'll hate me. I don't want you to hate me. Because I... I... I love you." She said it as if it was a painful confession.

"No, I could never hate you. I just want to love you." Bill leaned closer to her, and she did not pull away. "I just need to feel you, taste you, touch you," he said as their lips met. She tasted so sweet and young. As they kissed his hands explored her body that he longed after so hard. He felt her wrap her arms around his neck and pull him in closer.

"I want you too, but I'm afraid of what you might do, what would happen if you saw me," she whispered into his ear as he kissed her neck. His hands groped her butt that he had admired for so long, and he could feel her body wanting him.

"I promise," Bill said softly into her ear, "that I can never hate you, because I love you too." He gripped her ass tightly as he lifted her out of the chair, her little legs barely able to wrap around him and her arms encircled his neck as he carried her into the bedroom. She ground her eight year old hips against his stomach as they moved, and moaned heavily in his ear. He carefully laid his young wife on their bed as he pulled his jumpsuit off and showed her his naked body. Bill knelt at the foot of the bed as he reached up and prepared to take off her only piece of clothing.

Error whimpered and covered her eyes not wanting to see his reaction, he had no idea why she would be so reluctant, but his lust fueled heart didn't care. He gripped the edges of her white panties and began to pull them down her legs. They slid off so easily, and he tossed them to the side.

"Please don't look at me, I'm so gross," the little girl cried.

Bill stared down at her exposed cunny, it began to quiver and then the lips of her eight year old pussy began to part as something inside of her began to push its way out. From between her sweet little lips Bill watched as his wife's penis grew out of her. Her member was slick and wet with the personal juices from deep inside of her. Droplets of clear liquid dripped off of it and onto the bed. It took only a few seconds for it to reach full length, it was about the same size as his. She didn't have a large clit, it was a real cock. He leaned down allowing his fingers to caress the outer skin, and to slowly pull back its hood. The pink twitching head of the little girl's sex was exposed.

"Please, I'm gross," she cried.

Bill leaned down toward the quivering thick pink rod, he could smell her strong musk, and it was wonderful. The little girl let out a gasp as Bill took her into his mouth, his large tongue playing against her virgin penis as he sucked on it. She tasted so wet and sweet as he moved his lips across it. He could feel her hot stiff member twitching in his mouth as he rode up and down on her exquisite girl cock. She clawed the bed as her hips trusted against her husband's mouth. Her back arched as she tried to shove as much of her into him and she could. She cried out through gritted teeth as waves of exquisite pleasure washed through her inexperienced body. Bill felt her throbbing member almost hitting the back of his throat as she screamed. He's felt a sudden gush of hot love fill his mouth, and she tasted so good. He moved up and down her thick hot stick several more times milking her for every drop he could. Bill collected it all in his mouth, feeling her hot spunk on his tongue.

Error lay on the bed panting and whimpering as Bill climbed up hovering over her. He leaned down and pressed his lips to hers. She opened her mouth to him as he deposited what she had given him back inside of her. She eagerly accepted her own cum, drinking it from his lips. They shared the taste of her as their tongues moved and danced in each other's mouths. Her salty delicious gift was like ambrosia. He could feel her rock hard penis rubbing against his as they kissed each other. He moved his hips gently allowing his rod to caress and fondle hers. Her body was amazing and so exotic.

She looked up into his eyes as he pulled away from her. "So you don't mind? I'm not gross to you?" His child lover asked him.

"I could do that to you all day long, and never get bored. You are my wife Susan and I love you."

"I love you too, thank you," she said, touching the side of his face. "I like the feeling of our things touching each other. Do you still want me?"

"More now than before," he told her honestly.

"Okay."

Error reached down and took him into her hands. Slowly she guided him to the special place right below her penis. When he felt his tip hit the opening he began to gently push. The girl did not have a hymen to worry about, and her cunny was quite wet. He only meant to push himself a little bit into her, but as he watched he saw her pussy start to flex. He could see it underneath her skin as her love canal grew. The little girl panted and moaned with pleasure as her insides expanded. Bill did not know it but she had been altered to take an adult cock in her little child's pussy. It was one of the modifications that had been made to her before she became married.

"Oh yes, deeper, please go deeper, I need more!" She cried out as her small body writhed underneath him. He could see her insides expanding as he pushed into her erotic young body. Her skin was stretching and her abdomen inflating as she took his thick meaty fuck stick. Finally he reached the base of his shaft and could go no further.

"Are you okay?" he asked her.

"Yes, I can feel you right here," she said pushing on a destined lump right above her navel. Bill could feel her pushing against the head of his dick.

"Wow I'm really far up inside of you. It doesn't hurt does it?" He did not know what it was but his penis actually felt larger than normal.

"It doesn't hurt," she moaned as she played with her nipples. "It feels really good. Start moving back and forth inside of me, that always feels even better."

She didn't have to ask him twice. Bill started moving his hips back and forth as he attempted to pull his cock out of her and push it back in. He held her by the waist as he did, and when he looked down he saw that every time he pulled out her inner labia stayed wrapped around the base of his penis, and stretched out of her several inches. It was like her little sex was gripping his huge adult dick, and he liked it.

Bill leaned over her, sliding his hands behind her back and gripped her shoulders for leverage. He began pumping his child wife as hard as he could, ramming his thick meat in as far as it would go. The small girl cried his name as she clung to him, he felt possessed like he needed this, it felt so good, he never wanted to stop. Her strange preteen pussy sucking his thick vain ridden cock was wonderful, and with each trust he saw his dick pushing out from inside of her. He could feel her girl penis rubbing against his stomach as he fucked her cunny. It felt so strange and exotic.

He felt the release he wanted so badly about to happen, as she screamed out in her beautiful voice "I'm cumming!" When he felt her suddenly spasm he stabbed her deep one more time. Copious amounts of hot adult cum poured into the child's womb, and filled her with his love. At the same instant her cock twitched as a jet of her spunk hit him in the face. Their hips locked together, and their bodies flowed with ecstasy, Bill and Susan came for each other.

Chapter Three

Bill was suddenly awoken by the sound of a scream. The room was dark, and he was alone. He reached over and tried to turn on the lights but the little command square didn't answer his touch. He got out of bed and quickly dressed. He looked through the doorway into the common room, but he didn't see Error anywhere. The front door was open and led out into the dim hallway.

"Help me!" A woman screamed.

He stepped out into the hallway and started to move in the direction he had heard the voice come from. The lights were not on outside, and it was very hard to see. As Bill felt his way down the corridor he came to the first intersection. The lights here were on, a woman lay sprawled out on the floor, as someone knelt over her.

Bill could see his wife hovering over the woman's face. The girl leaned down to the woman's neck, and with a wet ripping noise Error jerked her head back. He heard the woman make a strange gurgling noise as blood began to seep across her clothing. The girl began loudly chewing before she tossed her head back and swallowed.

He noticed something strange about her as she hunched over the dying woman, and took another bite. His wife was naked, a growth was coming off the base of her spine, it looked like a tail. As he watched it twitched slowly back and forth as she ate. The girl leaned down for another mouthful of the woman's flesh, but paused and turned her head slowly in his direction.

Her mouth was covered with dripping vibrant red blood, and her eyes were large golden almond slits that seemed to glow. Bill took a step back from her in fear, but as he did he tripped and fell against the wall.

Bill looked down into the glassy eyed stare of the dead man that lay on the floor. His legs were draped across the man's body and there was blood everywhere. He looked from the man back toward Error, as his wife crawled toward him on all fours. Her mouth opened revealing large predator teeth as she closed in on him. She crawled up his legs and over the corpse until they were face to face.

"You can keep me forever, I'll never get any bigger. But I'm a carnivore, I like to eat meat," she purred, as she looked at him with savage golden eyes. Her little blood covered lips parted as she smiled at him, before launching for his throat.

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Bill jumped as he was suddenly startled awake by his alarm. He rubbed his eyes and waved at the display to dismiss it. His heart was beating fast, but the terror of his dream was disappearing slowly. He felt her hand slide across his torso as his little wife snuggled up to his back. He felt her exotic morning stiffness probing his butt cheeks, and it felt nice.

He felt exhaustion from their previous night's activities weighing down his body, and did not want to get up. Bill dozed in and out asleep for another few minutes before his alarm once again chimed. He waved at the little hovering display once again. It vanished and was replaced by the face of the nurse from his bathroom mirror.

"Good morning Bill," she said cheerfully. "Are you two feeling okay?"

"Yes, thank you, we're fine," he mumbled half his face buried in a pillow. "Just a little bit tired from last night."

"Oh, I'll give you another hour," she said with a smile before vanishing.

Bill sighed and rolled over onto his back, when he did his wife snuggled closer to him. She placed her small head on his muscular chest and he could feel her hot little breath against his skin. It rekindled the embers of his lust from the night before, but he was still too sleepy to do anything about it. He once again drifted off to sleep in the warm embrace of the child in his bed.

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The hour passed in almost an instant as he was once again awoken by the chime of his alarm. As he pulled himself reluctantly out asleep, he noticed Error was no longer in bed with him. He quickly opened his eyes and sat up looking around the room for her. Somewhere in the back of his mind the nightmare for the night before played for him.

One of the features of his room that he had never used before was a large window that sat opposite of the door to the bathroom. It had a little button on the wall next to it that would open and close the shutters. It had never before interested him to see what was outside. But when he looked up he saw the girl standing in front of the window looking out at the view. Through the window he could see all of the other apartments in his habitat area.

The pale light filtering into the room gave her skin a soft white glow. She stood silently gazing out at the scene. The window was barely low enough for her to see out of, she had her arms crossed on the window sill and her chin rested on them. Bill marveled at her erotic young body, the subtle curves of her back, her beautiful featureless hips, and her adorable flat butt. He felt himself growing stiff as he watched her delicate little movements. He could not explain why he felt so aroused by her. But seeing her naked form made him crave the touch of her body once again.

He slipped out of bed and silently moved across the room behind her. The increasing closeness to her made his manhood ached for more of what they shared last night. He reached out and touched the small crevice right above her small pale butt. He enjoyed the feeling of her soft virgin skin under his large adult hands. The girl jumped quickly away from him in terror, as she crossed one arm across her chest and another one cupped her small bald groin. Bill clearly saw the look of panic and fear stamped on her face as she stared at him with large eyes. He felt his heart break at knowing the pain he had just cause to her. He loved her, and would do anything to protect her. Error took several steps back away from him as if trying to seek a safe place to hide.

"Hey, easy now, it's just me," Bill said holding his hands up. After all they shared the night before why was she acting like this toward him?

"Sorry, I just... I mean I can't..." She fumbled for her words.

"It's okay," he said taking a step back holding his hands up. The thought at what she must have gone through ate him up inside.

"I'm sorry..." she sobbed as she rushed toward him. She wrapped her small arms around his waist, pressing her little face into strong stomach, as she apologized over and over. Her hot breath bathed his skin in warmth, and the feel of her little naked body was exquisite. She trembled as she held onto him, her tight embrace squeezing him, and stirred his longing desire for her undeveloped body.

"I understand, it's okay, I understand. I promise to never hurt you. I'll always be here to protect you, Error." Bill gently stroked her back as she clung to him for comfort. His hard cock was mere inches from the child's sensual little lips.

She looked up into his eyes, as tears ran down her soft cheeks. "Why are you so nice to me? Why don't you hate me like everyone else? What's wrong with me?" she pleaded for him to answer her.

"You're fine just the way you are, and I would have you regardless of anything. You are my perfect little Error," he told her. Carefully Bill reached down and picked his wife up. She wrapped her little arms around his strong neck as she cried on his shoulder. She felt safe in his arms, they were strong, and it made her the happiest she had ever been in her life.

"Because I love you, my little wife," he whispered softly into her delicate small ear. Error felt her heart leap, as butterflies danced in her stomach at his declaration.

She pulled her head back and looked into his dark handsome eyes. She had never had these kinds of emotions before and it scared her. "I've never felt safe before. But with you, you make me feel safe. Thank you." She leaned in and pressed her small girl lips to his, showing her appreciation the only way she knew how, with her body.

Bill accepted her invitation and carried her back to their bed. He laid the small girl child down, as he climbed on top of her. She spread her legs, as she asked him to bless her flesh once again with his love. He looked down at her sweet little sex, her smooth hairless lips longing for his thick hard fuck meat. He positioned himself over her greedy eight year old hole, feeling her wet desire to be filled on the head of his huge burning rod. He didn't wait for her body to begin to adapt to him, he began to push himself into her before she could get that chance. He began forcing his large adult cock roughly into her small delicate unprepared body.

The girl gripped the sheets as the exquisite pain of the massive cock slammed hard into her young small cunny. She cried out through gritted teeth as his fuck stick forcibly stirred her soft insides. Bill could not fit his whole cock into her with the first thrust, but he pulled out and slammed her hard again, wanting to push himself as deep into the tiny girl's body as he could, before her pussy could expand to the intruder. With his second thrust he painfully bottomed out inside of her, when he did she arched her back off of the bed and cried out. A clear line of droll escaped her delicate pink lips, as her eyes rolled into the back of her head, and showed nothing but whites.

He pulled out a few inches before once again crashing deep into her, with each thrust he could see the bulge of his dick through her skin that marked his progress. He held on tightly to her thin waist as he repetitively dove into her unprepared little body. The sensation of forcing himself into her small unyielding love canal made his cock feel monsters in size. Every time he plunged his massive fuck stick in, her skin distended, the bulge would travel up past her navel before finally stopping. He felt the ravenous need for her body with each penetration, and was spurred on by the agonized guttural noises she was making.

"Yeah, yes harder! Do it harder! Oh that feels so good! More, do it more!" She cried out as she felt his huge fuck meat pushing her guts around inside of her chest. As he violated her the little girl panted and begged for more through clenched teeth. Sweat stood out on her skin as she encircled his hips with her legs, trying to push more of him inside of her. She needed him to touch the deepest parts of her body, so she could show him how much she loved him.

"Oh Error you make me feel so good! I love every inch of you!" He cried out as he began to feel her body adapting to him. He felt her cunny stretching and growing around his cock. Bill heard loud wet noises as the child's pussy wrapped itself around his throbbing massive manhood. The sensation was strange as her inner lips began to slide farther and farther down his shaft. It was as if she was trying to gobble him up with her little sex. The explosion in his groin was building and he was about to unleash his hot love into her.

"Wait, wait, stop, not yet!" She cried out as she felt his climax approaching. With great effort Bill applied the brakes and came to a swift panting halt. He was on his knees, his hands resting on the bed above her shoulders as he hovered over her. Her back was painfully arched, lifted off the bed so their sexes could meet, and give each other their special kiss. As he looked down into her eyes, they were both panting trying to catch their breath. Sweat dripped off his body onto her delicate young skin, where their fluids mingled intimately before rolling off her to be absorbed by the sheets. He felt the apocalyptic fire in his loins ready to explode inside her most intimate of places. His gift stood balanced waiting for just the slightest nudge that would signify its release.

"What's wrong?" he panted. She didn't sound distressed or in pain, he couldn't figure out what was the reason for him to stop was. He looked down at her confirming the depths of his penetration into her young eager cunny. Her erotic pale skin glistened with their shared perspiration. He could see the small cup of her navel that held a few drops of their shared exertion. A little bit higher on her abdomen was the massive bulge that was his testament to the desire he felt for her.

"I wanna be on top. Roll over, let me be on top, right now," she demanded.

"Okay, hold on tight," he warned her, and together they performed a difficult gymnastic routine until Bill found himself in the position his wife had been in a few seconds ago. The little girl squatted above him using her arms and legs to keep her weight off his thick dick. When he was finally in position Error began to lower herself onto her husband. Her own little sex undulating and shifting as it pulled his twitching hot monster cock into her preteen body. Her mouth formed an O as she consumed more of his fuck stick than ever before. Finely Bill felt her wet young cunny make contact with his lap with a loud sloppy noise. As she sat gasping in pleasure at the feeling of having a full grown man so deep in her. Bill could feel her hot lubrication oozing across his legs and down his scrotum.

"I've never felt anything so good before. After last night I thought of something I wanted to try. You should like it, it's a special present. Now husband don't move," she said smiling down at him impishly. Error gave a little moan as she slid her hands across her moist flat chest. As he watched the little girl began to play with her nipples. Rubbing the hard little studs that stuck off of her featureless breasts, she rolled them around between her fingers as her face contorted in pleasure. Bill reached up longing to touch those little miraculous patches of skin on her body, the images of sucking on them flashed in his mind, and he wanted to taste their young succulent flavor.

Error slapped his hands away as she shook her head, and she continued to pleasure herself. Her hips were spread painfully wide so she could get her knees onto the bed on either side of him. As she continued to fondle her undeveloped breasts she started to ever so slightly bounce up and down. Bill still felt his orgasmic explosion paused on the brink of release, but it was like she was teasing it into a perpetual bliss as she lorded over him. Her rhythmic bouncing, her lustful fondling, and the soft little moans she used as punctuation told such an erotic story to him.

He looked down at her small hairless child cunny and realized her penis was missing. He watched as a crystalline bead of sweat rolled across her abdomen, and down the crevice of her undeveloped groin. Bill looked closer, he could see the slightest little bulge appearing and disappearing at the very top of her little bald sex lips with each bounce. He also could make out the girls inner vaginal folds stretched all the way to the base of his shaft, and could actually feel them on the top of his scrotum. 'This little girl's body was so amazing' he thought as he watched the bulge that betrayed the location of his dick inside of her bouncing slightly up and down.

With sensual slowness one of her small delicate hands began to travel down her glistening torso. She continued to fondle her flat chest with one hand, as the other one inched its way down, until it encountered the distended lump that grew out of her. It was actually quite disturbing to look at, it wasn't inconspicuous, the thing was very large. It was almost as if she had grown a breast right above her navel. When she finally arrived at it she cupped it and the bulge filled her whole hand. She began to massage the growth, teasing it under her little fingers, and stroking it lovingly. Bill could feel the girl manipulating the head of his dick through her skin. It felt like some kind of erotic wet hand job, and made his body shiver.

"Oh, jeez! What are you doing to me?! I feel... It feels... Oh, yeah! Oh, yeah! Oh, yeah! I'm going to... It's..." Bill moaned in exquisite agony through clenched teeth. The little girl leaned back as far as she could, her husband's iron hard cock pushing out from inside of her more and more until her skin had horrifically stretched several inches out. Error could feel his pulsating fuck stick deep inside of her as she forcibly gripped the head of his cock through her skin. She wrapped her hand around his member as it was encased inside her flesh, and began to squeeze up and down the shaft.

"I'm cumming!" The girl yelled, as her whole body began to twitch uncontrollably.

"Cum with me! Please, cum with me!" Bill screamed. The alien feeling of the little girl's hands gripping his massive hard meat inside of her was driving him insane.

The two lovers' faces displayed the depths of their sexual bliss as the man's large muscular body violating deep inside the child's soft genitals. Her prepubescent sexual organs had been artificially stimulated, and it made her desire to have his offspring years before she should truly be ready. The man's engorged penis kissed the lips of her adolescent womb as his semen rushed up his shaft. The opening of her altered incubation chamber dilated wide as the concoction of spunk began to fill it. The girl was not the only one who had been tampered with, the man had been receiving special chemical boosts to increase the volume of his semen. His pumping erection deposited copious amounts of fluid into her waiting chamber. His body expelled as much of the desired seamen as it could into the girl. The two's enhanced sexuality fired happy neurons off in their brains like exploding fireworks of love. Her vaginal canal milk the man for every drop of the precious fluid it could. When he was finished her womb once again sealed shut to protect the gifted fluid, and the egg inside.

The girl gripped the man's dick through her skin as he came. They both cried out in sexual bliss as the act of procreation reached its climax. The girl's body shook uncontrollably from the sensations she was experiencing. It was as if she could not control herself, her hips bucked against the man's cock buried deep inside of her, her heart was racing faster than it ever had, and at the apogee of her orgasm she lost control of her bladder. Her orgasmic cries of ecstasy elevated as she leaned back on the man's massive adult rod she was impaled on. His unyielding stiffness deformed her body inside and out as their lovemaking reached its peak. The lump that signified the end of his fuck stick grew as he blessed her with his seed. Hot girl child urine flowed across the man's stomach as he filled her adolescent guts with his cum. Both painfully gritted their teeth as their bodies preformed their routine. The girl tossed her head back and released along loud strangled declaration of contentment when it finally ended.

Bill lay on the now soaked bed panting and desperately trying to regain his breath from the ordeal. His wife feebly leaned forward and collapsed onto his chest, breathing just as hard as he was. Their sweat soaked bodies clung to each other with the added moisture of the girls voided bladder. He reached up, his arms feeling like they were encased in lead, and gently stroked the girls back. He felt her flat chest rapidly moving as she took deep exhausted breaths, trying to recuperate. Occasionally her body would spasm and she would let out the smallest of whimpers, when she did he could feel her sex grip him for just a second. He could still feel his manhood deep inside of her little body twitch whenever she spasmed. A slow thin trickle of urine still escaped her body, and he could feel it running across his skin, but he didn't care. Time ticked by as the two lay in bed together sharing the feeling of their bodies, and the ecstasy of their sexual act.

"Error," he finally said softly, "you are the most amazing person I've ever met. If this is what our marriage is going to be like, please, stay with me. I promised to make you as happy as I can. Just please, don't leave me."

The small eight year old girl lying on his chest looked up at him with her exquisite brown eyes. "You don't want me to leave? I thought we were going to go see the administration about fixing my age?"

"But if we do that you'll have to leave. If they fix your age then we will be separated. I don't wanna be separated from you," he said, wrapping his arms around her and holding her tightly. "I love you, my little Error."

"I love you too husband," she declared in her child's voice. He smiled at her, happy that they would be together, and she smiled back. She turned her head to the side, as she laid it back down on his chest, she listened to his heart beat out his love for her. "Please, call me Susan, Bill."

"Okay Susan, my beautiful little wife," he said, and they both sighed happily.

As the two enjoyed their shared union they were being watched.

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The hot water of the shower felt good on his sore body as Bill sat on the bench under its spray. His wife's little fingers massaged the shampoo into his hair as she cleaned him. The experience felt so relaxing that he almost could have fallen asleep. What was it about this girl? Every moment he spent with her he wished that he could make last forever. He felt her touch as she tilted his head back and poured water on him to rinse the soap out of his hair. When she was finished she began to scrub his back with the lathered cloth, slowly roving across his muscles with her delicate fingers. Even though he had came harder than he ever had in his life right before they had gotten into the shower, his cock was still hard.

His little wife finished bathing him, but he wished she would just start over again. He looked at her as the steaming water drizzled down her body. The rivulets of water moving across her pale soft skin were like sparkling rivers of diamond. She closed her eyes and leaned her head back allowing the water to spray her hair in preparation of the shampoo it needed. Bill reached up and touched one of her small delicate nipples on her flat chest. She didn't flinch, only smiled. He traced his touch across her ribs, onto her abdomen, past her cute little navel, and to her precious sex below. His fingers kissed the clef of her puffy red lips. She let out a soft moan as he teased her abused little cunny. She leaned her head out of the spray of water, opened her eyes and looking at him with a smile.

"Haven't you had enough? I can pleasure you with my mouth if you want," she told him.

"Even if you did, I would still want to have more sex with you. You're just so beautiful. I can't get enough of you," he said looking into her eyes. The little girl blushed at his words, she felt butterflies dancing in her stomach, and her heart skipped a beat.

"You'll just have to wait a bit. My tummy is still full." As she said this she patted her abdomen. She was right he realized looking at it. Her belly had just the slightest lump sticking out below her navel. He touched it and could feel the protrusion under his fingers.

"Wow, I did that?"

"I can feel it jiggling inside of me when I move around. You put a lot of cum in my belly."

"Uhm, Susan," he said as a thought occurred to him. "They did something to you when you applied to get married, right?"

"Yeah," she told him turning away. He sensed that there was something more to it, he did wanna hurt her feelings, or make her think of bad memories, but he wanted to know.

"I was wondering if you would tell me what happened," he said as he reached out and took her by the waist. He pulled his wife onto his lap, feeling her wet naked child body pressing against him in the warm shower. She sat quietly for a minute not wanting to think about what had happened, but the feeling of his strong arms around her gave her the strength to speak.

"I had to get a medical exam. They were all these machines, I had to sit in this funny chair with nothing on. I felt so embarrassed as the medical units touched me. They told me I hadn't had my period yet. They told me I needed to have one so I can get married, and they had to change me inside so I would. They also did some other things to me down there, so I can have sex. Before when I was going through school to become a pleasure worker it always hurts so much when I had to do it with the instructor units. I would always hurt for days afterwards, even after they gave me something for the pain. I was just too small down there, and the only reason I didn't flunk out was I got top marks on my oral performance. I also did pretty good at making people cum with my hands. I like the lady instructor units the most, they never tried to put anything in me down there. It was always practicing kissing them on the mouth and between their legs. Victoria was really good at everything, and sometimes at night we would practice together." She was even more sad when she mentioned Victoria's name. She felt miserable, and missed the only person besides Bill whoever loved her.

"Did they ever tell you why you needed a period?" Bill remembered when he turned thirteen he had gone through sexual education classes. His group had an even number of boys and girls. They had pared off with each other and gone into separate rooms. He had gone with a girl named Linda who had beautiful red hair. The kids had taken their clothes off as the instructor units told them what to do. Bill had screwed up the first condom he tried to use, but got the second one on with a little difficulty. The instructor unit had showed him how to stimulate her before it took his penis and guided it into her. It had watched them, grading their performance, and they had both passed with flying colors. He still remembered the way she felt when he had slid into her. It hadn't taken more than a few thrusts before he came, but he kept going until she orgasmed too. Since Bill had passed his exam he was allowed to practice with any girl that he wanted, but he always came to Linda. She had gone off to be a structural engineer when they had turned eighteen, and he wondered what ever happened to her. He thought about how often he had approached the instructor unit requesting condoms, and the memory made him smile.

"No," the girl said shaking her head. "I went to see the doctors after I left Victoria's house. I was scared, and had no one there with me." The girl wrapped her arms around her husband and held him tightly needing his touch for reassurance of safety. The warm water and the closeness of this man comforted her.

"So then, do you know where babies come from?" He realized that she would have been three when she had been given the mandatory sex education class. He was kind of curious to know how that had turned out.

"No," she said once again. "Where do babies come from?"

"Well, when a man and a woman have sex they do it so they can have a baby. The baby grows inside the woman, and then comes out from the same place the man put his penis into. Then the medical units come and take the baby to be placed in a group."

"So a man and a woman had me? Where do you think they are? Do you think I could go meet them?"

"I don't know. I don't even know who the man and woman who had me are. I've never really thought about wanting to find them or meet them. I mean, what would I say to them? Something like, Hi I'm the baby you had a long time ago, nice to meet you."

"Yeah, I guess you're right. I don't care about them, I only care about you," the little girl said, hugging him.

"So when they changed you inside, is that when you got your thing?" he said motioning toward her cunny.

"No, I've always had that. They did something else to me down there. It hurt a lot, but they put this thing on my head that made me feel good all over. Like I was cumming over and over again. It kind of help to block out the pain. But afterwards it hurts so bad and there was nothing I could do about it. I just kept feeling my insides moving around, like they were full of broken sharp glass or something. After that I felt my place move on its own sometimes, I was really afraid at first, but not anymore. I didn't know why they did that to me, but I understand now. It was so you could put your thing inside of me. They changed me inside so I would be big enough for you. The other day when I first came here they had just let me out of the hospital. I was so scared and afraid."

"Well you don't have to be afraid anymore. I'm here now. And nothing will ever hurt you again," Bill said holding her tightly.

"Thank you, but as much as I would like to stay here all day, I still need to go get new jumpsuits. And I am also so hungry I could be an elephant." Bill laughed at her humor and the two finished up their shower together. They grabbed a light snack before leaving, and he promised her a wonderful dinner when they got back.

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The couple walked down the hall happily holding hands with each other. Just like the previous day his wife was drawing the attention of everyone they walked past. When it happened yesterday it didn't really bother him, but strangely today it felt different. It was like they all knew what he had been doing to this little girl, and it made him kind of nervous. But every time when he looked at his little wife's beautiful brown eyes his fear and doubt vanished.

Error gripped his hand tightly as they stood in the crowd of people waiting for the carriage to arrive. He looked down at her silently asking if she was okay, and she nodded to him. They once again enjoyed the ride with the other commuters. The girl held his hand as she rested her head on his arm and dozed peacefully.

He watched her in amazement, marveling at her simple beauty, and the limitless passion he felt for her. He thought back to what he had expected when he had arrived home just a few days ago. Nothing like the relationship he shared with her had ever crossed his mind. His expectations for his new wife had been shattered, demolished, and obliterated by this small pitiful angel. The years of torture he had suffered under the tyranny of Nancy were nothing compared to the horrors his little girl had faced. He made himself a pledge stronger than anything in the universe that he would protect her no matter what.

"Now arriving at commercial hub thirteen," said the pleasant female announcer.

The two disembarked with a few other passengers who were also dressed in casual jumpsuits like he was. The platform was different from the one at the recreation area. Besides the normal hallways that people could walk down there were also large blue striped sections for personal transports. One of the walls held a row of cubicles, inside some of them were nestled public hover sleds. They were available to anyone who wished to use them while they did their shopping. It was courtesy to return them once you were done and not leave them abandoned in the middle of the zone. But some people were careless, so after waiting awhile the sleds would automatically return to their home. You could only drive them were ever there was a blue stripe, and as long as you were of legal age. Bill had actually seen some sleds that could go off the blue line but those were mostly reserved for special purposes. They had actually had to use one when they had catered an exceptionally large banquet once. Bill had quite enjoyed the freedom of driving the uninhabited sled then.

"Bill, can we get a sled please?" Error asked.

"Sure I don't see why not," he said, smiling at her enthusiasm. The girl raced over to the row of cubicles inspecting each sled with a critical eye, until she found the one she wanted. It was a very bright green color, and bounced as she enthusiastically climbed on board.

He stood next to the blue line waiting as the sled recognized her, and she touched the command button to make it go. The transport stopped long enough to allow him to get seated and his safety belt fastened. Then his wife reached out and touched the go forward button. Their shiny green sled took off at a brisk pace down the corridor toward the commerce area. The vehicles dashboard had a few large simple buttons so you could direct its course. The center of the dash was occupied by a basic information panel that showed a yellow smiling face. He remembered the sled that he had driven anywhere he wanted and did not recall seeing an info panel on that one.

Bill leaned back in a seat enjoying the feeling of the swift movement. Their vehicle was separated from the normal pedestrian walkway by waist high wall, so no one would accidentally fall in front of an oncoming sled. As they moved down the hall a yellow sled going in the opposite direction pass by them, its driver and occupants stared at the girl driving the green sled. Bill wondered what they thought when they saw this, the constant astonished looks on most people's faces still amazed him.

They exited the corridor into the large open aired shopping district. The zone consisted of many tiered walkways that went up at least twelve levels. Running through the middle of the ground floor was a large grassy park area. Several large trees dotted the grounds and it even had a giant beautiful golden fountain. Bill had been here on a couple of occasions to purchase minor items, but most of the things here require you to have credits. He had checked his balance before he left and was quite surprised at the amount. It seemed one of the grateful patrons from a banquet he had catered a few weeks ago had gifted him with quite a few credits. So he was looking forward to spoiling his little wife a bit.

They started out on the ground floor cruising past the rows of shops, and boutiques. The large array of available goods was astounding. He actually saw one that he wanted to stop in later, it had been a sweet shop with a large chocolate display in the window. He really didn't care for candy that much, but was quite taken aback by their large confectionery sculptures.

"I don't see any place to buy clothes," Error said after they had driven around for while.

"Perhaps I can help," said a cheerful voice from the info panel. "Where are you looking to go?" asked the smiling face.

"I need some new jumpsuits. Is there anywhere we can buy some?" she asked.

"Why certainly ma'am, they are quite a few stores that specialize in attire. Is there a particular type you're looking for?"

"Yes, something fitting for a beautiful young lady," Bill said smiling and his wife. His statement seemed to have embarrassed Error, because she blushed a deep color of red.

"Not a problem sir. We shall be there momentarily," the info panel said as the sled took off in a new direction.

They came to a stop in front of a store that had mannequins displaying different styles of jumpsuits in the windows. The sled pulled over and allowed them to disembark as the panel reminded them that they needed to check back in within an hour, otherwise it would return home.

"Okay Mr. Sled, we'll be right back you don't go anywhere," she told it sternly.

Bill followed her inside the store as she began to move among the racks looking at the different types of female jumpsuits. There were black ones for business classes, blue ones for skilled workers, and all purpose orange one's for everyone else. They also had a rainbow of casual attire to fit anyone's color taste. Some had special pockets, while others seem to be made extra durable. Bill was fascinated when he found one with built in flashlights. After a few minutes of poking around one of the attendants finally came over to assist him.

"Hello, can I help you with something sir?" An attractive woman in a purple jumpsuit asked him. She had short dirty blonde hair, and a very bubbly smile. He had never seen anyone at work wearing anything besides orange, blue, or black. But he guessed that it was a special exception for people who worked in this kind of job.

"Yes, hello, we're looking for something that would fit my wife," Bill said to the smiling clerk.

He guessed it was because of the height of the racks that she had not seen Error. But when Bill said "we" she turned and for the first time noticed the girl standing there. The woman's smile faltered a bit and she got the standard issue confuse look on her face.

"Well sir, we can make any suit to fit any size," the girl said looking between Bill and Error. "Is she... She's your wife?"

Bill gave the girl a large smile and said "Yes, this is my wife." Error looked at the ground as if she was ashamed of something. She acted as if she was about to be punished for doing something bad. But Bill reached out and took her by the shoulder, bringing her closer to him so the woman could get a better look at her.

"Uh, just a second," the clerk in the purple jumpsuit said before turning and walking back to the other attendants. Bill watched her as she began speaking to the two other women that were working here, all three of them kept glancing in their direction, with perplex looks on their faces.

"I don't wanna be here anymore, let's go," Error said as she tried to walk off. Bill held her shoulder firmly, and kept looking at the whispering women with a smile.

"You don't need to be afraid. I'm here with you, I will not let anything happen to you. Trust me," he told her.

Before she had met him she would have ran out of the store a long time ago. She hated when people gave her that look, that puzzled staring at an oddity look, that everyone seemed to give her. It had always made her angry and afraid at the same time. She felt like she wanted to scream at them "What are you looking at!" every time. But his reassuring touch seemed to drive those emotions away. When she was with him he made her feel safe, and protected. So Susan stood her ground against the awkward stares of the three women.

An attendant in a violent yellowed jumpsuit with golden buttons on it began walking toward them. Bill guest she was the head clerk. She wore her standard issue greeting the customer smile, but her eyes seemed to be questioning them.

"Hi, I'm Paula, and you're looking for some new suits right. Well, we can definitely help you with that, first we just need you to sign in," she told them as she extended a hand terminal toward Error. Bill could see in her eyes that she was expecting something abnormal to happen. Like he would suddenly change his mind and drag his wife quickly out of there. Like he had somehow abducted her from one of the school zones and was trying to do something strange to the girl.

"Why certainly Paula, I'm quite intrigued about some of these selections you have. Do you mind sweetheart," Bill said motioning toward the offered terminal.

"Okay," Error said pressing her wrist to the pad. The device beeped its acknowledgment, and the woman quickly began scanning the girl's information. Her brow furrowed slightly as she read his wife's age, but the system never lied.

"Well, that's all right then. Let's see what we can do for you miss," the woman said with a complete change of attitude. She appeared to be genuinely helpful now as she escorted them back to the dressing rooms.

"Did you see anything you like so far?" Bill asked his wife.

She shrugged and said "I guess."

At the back of the store were four small rooms for fitting. "Pick anyone you like dear, I'll be right in with you," the clerk told them as she stopped at the checkout desk.

"Is it okay if I go in?" Bill asked.

The three women were scrutinizing the information on her hands terminal when he asked. But the woman in yellow looked up at him " Sure you're married it's fine."

"Thanks," he told her. As his wife chose one of the four doors at random and walked in, Bill glanced over his shoulder at the attendants. The women were still looking confused at what the system was telling them. He stepped inside the fitting room and closed the door behind him.

Inside was a small room with several chairs and a slightly raised circular platform in the corner. Error looked around the room, investigating its furnishings. Bill sat down and one of the chairs and made himself comfortable. Not finding anything of interest his wife came in and sat down next to him as they waited for the clerk to assist them.

"So I was thinking, have you ever tried sushi?" he asked turning to the girl to make casual conversation.

"Su what?" she said giving him a puzzled look.

"Sushi, it's basically rice and fish, but you can put some really interesting combinations together. And the taste is phenomenal, like a party in your mouth. Tell you what let's not gorge on too much junk food and I'll make you some when we get home."

"Can you make it with Aqua Nuggets?"

"Yes, technically you could. Using the basic principles you could make it with anything."

Errors face became thoughtful as she considered this new information. They sat discussing possible combinations for a few minutes until the door opened and the clerk in the purple jumpsuit walked in.

"Hello Miss Smith, let's see about getting you fitted. If you'd pleases step over here," the clerk said motioning toward the circular little platform.

Error looked from the woman to Bill and back again. She wasn't quite sure that she trusted this stranger, but her husband gave her a reassuring smile that gave her confidence. She stood up and walked over toward the circle.

"One thing before we begin. You will have to undress," the clerk told the girl. When the woman said this she cut a quick glance at Bill, as if she was still unsure about him. Error had been trained to be a pleasure worker and was not afraid of showing her body to people. It was really what people thought of her that upset her the most. The child didn't think twice as she began to unzip her orange jumpsuit. She pulled the zipper down the front but it hung on her stomach and she couldn't get it to move. The clerk attempted to move the fastener, but had no luck.

"Come here sweetheart," Bill said motioning to his wife. She walked over and gave him his turn. With a sharp tug he freed the zipper and lowered it the rest of the way to her groin. He felt the heat from her crotch radiating against his hand as he brushed her cunny, and Bill felt his cock stir.

"Thanks," the little girl told him as she proceeded to shrug off her clothing. The suit must have been uncomfortably tight on her because she struggled desperately to remove it. But after a short fight she managed to take it off.

"Oh my, that is too small for you," the woman said marveling at Errors efforts to get undressed.

His wife now stood in nothing but her panties, giving him a view he would never get tired of. He soaked in every visual inch of her perfect young skin, and marveled at her sleek predator like movements. His eyes were drawn to the area on her stomach that he had felt earlier, and he could still see a slight bulge there. The girl's underwear was also very tight and had ridden up her ass crack. He took in that sight as she stepped up onto the platform. The woman took out a tape measure and walked up behind Error.

"Wait, miss," Bill said quickly standing up. The clerk flinched away from him as his wife turned around unaware of how close the woman had been. Bill stepped up and took the tape from her hands.

"What, what's wrong?" the clerk asked.

"She's skittish around strangers. She doesn't like other people touching her. I'll do it, just tell me what to do," Bill told her.

"Uhm, okay," the woman said. She found the man's actions kind of strange, but he had such a nice smile.

"It's okay," he told the woman, "she has a condition. Isn't that right darling." The girl nodded as she stared apprehensively at the woman's proximity. She could feel her heart beating faster, and was a little afraid. But the clerk told Bill where to take the measurements at, and his closeness to her made her feel at ease. Error could feel the strange longing itch deep between her legs as she looked at him. He pressed the cold plastic tape to her skin reading it off to the woman. When his fingers brushed her body it made butterflies danced in her stomach.

"Well, that's all the information that I need. Are you ready then?" the woman asked Error. The girl nodded her readiness. "All right then I see you're going to need some orange suits. How many do you think?"

"Five."

"Okay, now did you want them tight fitting or loose?"

"Loose please."

"Okay, here's what they look like." As she said this the woman touched something on her hand terminal. The little platform that Error stood on began to glow, and suddenly she was wearing a new orange jumpsuit. She could actually feel it hugging her body, and moved around a little bit to test it out. The clerk walked around her looking at the outfit and adjusting it through her control pad.

Bill sat back and watched her work, holding onto his wife's old suit that still had the faintest hint of her warmth on it. He watched his little girl move around the platform as he unconsciously fondled the crotch of the clothing he held. Finely the clerk was finished, and Error was happy. She turned to her husband and asked his opinion.

"You make it look beautiful," he told the girl. She smiled and blushed at him, although his statement did seem to put off the clerk a bit.

Quickly recovering the woman asked, "Did you need any casual jumpsuits?"

His wife turned to him with questioning eyes as if asking for permission. He smiled at her and nodded. "Yes please," she said enthusiastically.

"What's your favorite color?"

"Pink."

"Okay, how's this look?" the woman asked as the girls clothing changed color. Bill sat for awhile longer as his wife enthusiastically took the clerk through a gambit of changes, both color and style, until the girl was satisfied. He glanced up at the clock on the wall realized they needed to check back in with their sled very soon.

"Miss, I got to run outside real quick are you two okay?"

"We'll only be another minute or two sir. If you want I'll finish up here and we can meet you outside," the woman said with a friendly smile. His wife had seemed to be more relaxed around the attendant and nodded her approval at his absence. Bill quickly made his way back outside to where they had left their sled. The little counter on the info panel said they had less than five minutes left as he checked in. He touched the screen to restart the timer and sat down in his seat. But it was another twenty minutes before Error came out of the shop. Error was lucky they shared everything and she could access his credits.

She was already wearing her pink casual jumpsuit. It had a white stripe that ran up her leg and another that ran down her arm. It had several pockets on the front, above her left breast he saw a white silhouette of a lion monogrammed there, and it also seemed to fit her quite snugly around the groin. As she left the shop holding the bags he watched her approach, and couldn't wait to get that new outfit off of her. As she deposited her loot in the bed of the sled, Bill noticed an extra bag.

"What's in the black bag?" he asked her as she climbed into the control seat.

"It's a surprise," she told him.

"What kind of surprise?"

"A sexy surprise," she said smiling at him devilishly as she pushed the button to make the sled go.

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The two finally made it home right before dinner time. They had stopped at a few more shops, and all of them had been some kind of repeat of their first encounter with the clerks at the apparel store. But gradually with Bills help it seemed that Error had shed a little bit of her fear. Everyone they met had been strangely suspicious of him because he was accompanying an eight year old girl. But none of them could ever hold a candle to how uncomfortable Nancy always made him feel.

True to his word, Bill ordered up sushi that night for dinner. The cold trays of fish and rice amazed the girl, and she quickly took to eating with chopsticks. He had ordered two trays of the exotic food for them, and the girl finished off almost everything he didn't. When there was no more food left she asked him if she could have some more.

"You must have been starving. Are you still hungry?" Bill asked as she wolfed down the last piece of sushi.

"Yeah, I could eat a whole trade by myself. I don't know what it is, but I just feel so hungry," the little girl confessed.

"Okay then, another order coming up." Bill summoned another tray for her. He picked at one or two pieces from her plate as she devoured piece after piece.

"What's this green stuff?" she asked.

"Don't touch that, it's wasabi, very hot stuff. You shouldn't..." But it was too late. The girl had placed a glob of it on some sushi and popped it in her mouth. Bill reached for his drink as he expected the flavor to hit her at any second. Strangely she just sat there chewing happily.

"Not bad."

"Isn't it hot?"

"Yeah, but good."

He stared at the little girl as she swallowed the mouthful of demonic fire. He marveled at her ability to consume such a devastating condiment with no ill effects. "I'm strangely aroused by that," he confessed.

He sat and continued to watch his wife devour the plate. She asked for more and he obliged her. After she had finished her fourth plate she leaned back and patted her stomach contently.

"I swear, I've never been this hungry before in my life."

"Yeah I don't know where you put it all. I'll clean up the dishes, and you go get ready for bed," he told her.

"I'm going to go put on that special thing I got for you. No peeking now," she said getting up in going into the bedroom.

Bill smiled and shook his head as he collected their dishes. He couldn't help himself as he watched her pink clad butt disappear through the door. He couldn't wait to get in bed and fuck his wife silly. As he balanced the armload of trays in his hands he noticed a small flashing icon in the corner of the clock on the wall. It let him know that he had a message waiting for him. He was curious as to who would be calling him, the only person he could think of would have been Nancy, and she would have just demanded an explanation about their previous encounter.

"Attention," he called out as he went into the pantry.

"How may I be of assistance?" His terminal asked.

"Are there any messages?" he called out from around the corner.

"Yes, you have one waiting message."

"Play message," he said as he dumped the last tray into the shoot.

"Hey Susan," came a soft woman's voice. "I wanted to reach out and see if you were doing okay."

Bill stepped out of the pantry and looked at the wall size display in shock. The woman in the picture had long dark hair as black as a cast-iron skillet. She had strange ice blue smoldering eyes, her skin was a few shades darker than his, and she had a slight upturned nose that gave her a devious appearance. She was quite attractive. Then he realized he was looking into the face of Victoria, the girl who had raised Error her whole life.

"I don't know if you're going to get this, but I'm hoping so. How are you kiddo? I miss you. What your husband like? I hope he's cute. You need to come by and show him off." Bill could see the sorrow filling the woman's eyes as she spoke. The same sadness he saw in Errors eyes. "I don't know what else to say, please be safe." She turned away from the camera and then back again as if wanting to say more. Bill watched a single tear rolled down her cheek as she wiped at her eyes. "Look, I'll be busy the rest of the day, call me tomorrow. Call me, please. At least let me know you're okay," Victoria said the last part in almost a whisper before she was overcome with sadness and hit the send button.

Bill stood staring numbly at the flashing words "no more of messages" on the wall. He tried to wrap his mind around what he had just seen. That pour beautiful woman had sold herself to save his little angel. There was still one day of unsupervised time left to them, perhaps they could do something about seeing her tomorrow.

From the bedroom he heard a soft sob. Bill moved quickly to the door and looked inside. The girl sat on the edge of their bed, her arms wrapped around herself, as she tried to hold back the tears. He quickly went to his wife cocooning his arms around her and holding her tightly to him. He stroked her hair gently as he comforted her, and the floodgates opened. For the longest time all she could do was ball loudly into his chest. He let her work through the pain, trying to ease her suffering as best he could.

"I miss her so much," Error cried.

"Tomorrow morning first thing we're going to go see her. Don't cry my beautiful little one, everything's okay. I'll make it right for you," he promised her.

"Really," she said looking up at him with her tear stained face. "We can go see her tomorrow?"

"I swear to you, I will take you to see Victoria tomorrow. Now, what I want you to do is dry you're pretty little face and go send her a message. I could see in her eyes how much she misses you too. Let her know you're okay," he said as he wiped her tears away.

"You're wonderful, I don't deserve someone like you to care for me," she said wrapping her arms around his neck and squeezing intensely.

She cleaned herself up and went into the living room. He listened as she activated the terminal and recorded a message for the woman who had protected her most of her life. She tried to be brave as she talked to the screen, but he could hear her beginning to choke up. Finally error told her how much she missed her before she pressed the send button. As soon as the machine beeped it's acknowledgment she came running back into the bedroom and threw herself into her husband's arms. He once again cradled her against the ocean of sadness she was drowning in.

Later they lay in bed together, the lights nothing more than a dim memory, as the darkness closed around them. Bill encircled his arms around her to protect his wife. Their naked bodies pressed up against each other sharing their warmth. His large strong masculine form guarding her small frail hurt soul. Her little child's body shook with the occasional tremor of sadness that flowed through her. The only thing keeping her from being pulled down into the dark depths of misery was his fatherly arms. He was her anchor, the only thing that kept her from being swept out to sea, and lost forever.

"It's okay, I've got you Susan."

"Thank you."

And the three of them fell asleep.

Chapter Four

Hubert Whittle was the supervisor of labor distribution section 19A. He was proud of his job, and he was quite good at it too. He was responsible for assigning workers to the jobs that they were needed at. He was very respected among his peers, and his subordinates. But what he wasn't sure of was how his day had suddenly gone straight down the toilet. This woman apparently did not know who he was, better yet who did she think she was. This crazy orange level worker had stormed into his office demanding to speak with him.

"I'm sorry," Hubert said staring at the woman's name on her jumpsuit. "Nancy... But you have no authority in this department," he said, leaning back in his chair and steepling his fingers.

"You can call me ma'am," she said, her tone dripping with acid. He did not know what it was about the way the woman looked at him, but he found it very unnerving. He felt like he had done something wrong and was about to be punished for it. "Now you listened here you little number pushing peon, you're going to approve that transfer requisition form, or else it will be my pleasure to make your life a living nightmare."

The man chuckled and lean forward in his chair " Look, Nancy, there are channels that we have to go through. I can't just approve a request on your say so alone. There are forms that must be filled out, and... procedures... That... have..." The way she was looking at him made him feel like at any second he was about to catch fire. He felt himself beginning to sweat as she stood there with her arms crossed glaring at him, and for some reason she was holding a large metal spoon.

The woman leaned over his desk, her face mere inches from his, and spoke in a soft low deadly tone. "If you don't approve that damn form, every meal that you order will be wrong, none of your laundry will ever be done, no maintenance personnel will ever step foot in your apartment, I promise you. If you don't believe me little man, try me. Ask around and see if my name doesn't crop up at the top of the list of 'Things people have learned to fear'. I have more power to destroy you than you could ever dream of."

Hubert looked down at the data pad on his desk. For some reason he believed her, it could have been that she made a convincing argument, but truthfully it was because she was pants-crappingly terrifying.

"Well ma'am," he said clearing his throat, "since you put it that way, I can see your point. So why don't we put this little disagreement behind us, okay?" he said with the shaking smile, as he authorized the form.

As soon as the little pad beeped its confirmation Nancy snatched it off of his desk. She gave it a quick scan to make sure everything was in order before nodding to Hubert. "Thank you Mr. Whittle, you've just saved your soul a world of agony. And I'm going to consider that you now owe me one," the queen of terror said before turning and walking out of his office.

Hubert was afraid she would say something like that.

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The little alarmed displayed on the end table chimed its alarm waking Bill up. He lifted a hand and waved it into silence. He could feel the bed shift as error moved behind him. They both languished for a minute as they slowly began to wake up.

"Good morning husband," she said as he could feel her running her small hand down his side too his hips. Her touch felt so wonderful, and the sensation of her small body pressed against his back made him want to close his eyes and just enjoy her presence.

"How did you sleep?" he asked as he covered his wife's tiny hand with his. He tangled his fingers with hers and relished the amazing warmth of her skin.

"When I'm with you I only sleep good," she purred into his ear with her sweet young breath.

"Right now the only thing I can think about is having sex with you until you can't walk anymore. But I promised you something last night and I intend to keep it. But when we get back tonight I'm going to do such awful things to you," he said smiling.

"Thank you," she told him. The two lay in bed for awhile longer. Bill enjoyed feeling her little hands exploring his body and rubbing his muscles. He felt her tiny angel lips planting kisses across his shoulders and up his neck. Her progress came to a halt when she asked "What this," she said as she touched a spot on the back of his neck.

"What, oh that, it's just a birthmark. I forget its back there sometimes," he said, yawning of stretching.

"It's cute. It looks like a little heart. Is that where you keep all the love for me that you have?" she said planting a little kiss on it.

"Careful now," Bill said feeling an overpowering desire to roll over and screw his wife. "You're going to start something I'll be more than happy to finish." He slid out of bed and walked naked into the bathroom.

" Maybe that was my plan," she said with a devilish smile as she watched his ass.

" I can't wait to get home tonight, because I'm going to really give it to you, like nobody's business," he said as he began to brush his teeth.

Error climbed out of bed and shuffled her way into the bathroom. " You know what I like most about mornings?" she asked him.

"Humm?" he asked through a mouthful of toothpaste.

"Unless I really, really, wanting to have sex. My thing never comes out, except in the mornings." As she said this, she stood, gripping her member and peed. Bill watched her, the expression of relief moved across her face as she emptied her bladder. "Otherwise I have to sit down to do it. And it's so much easier doing it this way."

Bill nodded his agreement as he watched fascinated with his wife's urinary display. After she was done he watched her perfect boyish ass climb into the shower. If she kept teasing him like this they would never leave the apartment today.

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The newlyweds managed not to devolve into a marital orgy of sexual fornication, and about an hour later left their apartment. His wife was wearing her new pink jumpsuit and she filled it out stunningly. Bill could still feel the simmering lust he had for her every time he gazed at his young sweet wife.

The two stood on the transportation platform waiting for the carriage to arrive. Bill noticed how relaxed she seemed, it was almost as if she was a new person now. She never wandered far from him, but she did not seem to be as frightened of the few other people that stood waiting with them. His perfect little wife just silently held his hand as the occasional passerby gave them the normal curious glance.

The carriage ride was quiet as Bill sat reading a picture magazine for most of their trip. He was entertained by the sketches and artwork of the magazine's artist. There wasn't a lot of physical reading material available, so actual books were treasured. He quite enjoyed the way that the artist captured the scenes. He had always wanted to try his hand at maybe painting or drawing but never had the skill for it.

When they disembarked his wife held firmly onto his hand as they navigated the thick crowd of people, and quickly located their yellow access door. When the service entrance had shut behind them Bill looked down to make sure that she was okay. His beautiful wife smiled up at him and let him know that everything was fine.

The two made their way through the maze like corridors of the service halls. They didn't encounter very many people as they traveled their secret passageways. After a decent walk they came to a door that he estimated should put them in the right area. He pressed his wrist against the command panel, opening the door and checking outside. The crowds weren't too bad, but there were still quite a few people outside.

"Are you going to be okay?" he asked her.

Error peeked out, and then nodded. "As long as I have you, I'm fine," she said with a smile.

They left the safety of the quiet halls for the bustling thoroughfares of the mall. Error gripped his hand tightly as they walked past the little shops and boutiques. This area was off-limits to anyone not of the appropriate age, so quite a few of the establishments tailored to the more erotic desires of the citizens. Error seemed to know where they were going, she led Bill forward at a quick pace, and navigated around any groups of people. Finally they arrived at a store front with no windows, only a single black door, and the words "Wanda's Wonders" above the door. Above the sign was a giant holographic woman, who would occasionally lean over, shake her breasts, and blow passersby a kiss.

Bill walked up and pressed his wrist against the little panel next to it. It slid open revealing a brightly lit, and well furnished, interior room. There were some large over stuffed sofas, an artificial fish tank, some strangely glowing red ferns, and all of it accompanied by a soft saxophone melody. The two stepped inside, as they did they were greeted by a giant large bald man, wearing a very fancy orange jumpsuit. The name of the establishment glowed on his right breast, and seemed to fade in and out.

"Welcome sir to Wanda's Wonders, how can I assist you today," the man said in a deep voice with a large smile. Bill could not help but notice he seemed to have several gold-colored teeth. The effect of which made his smile literally shine.

"Hey Marvin, I'm back," Error said looking up at the man.

The giant looked down at the girl as a bigger smile crossed his face. "Ho, Error nice to see you again. Who's this guy?" the man said motioning toward Bill with a sausage finger.

"Marvin this is my husband Bill, Bill this is Marvin."

"Bill, nice to meet you," the man said, extending a shovel size hand. Bill shook it, and felt a little nervous. This guy was very intimidating, and his grip was like slamming you hand in a stove door. Bill figured his job was probably to take care of the rowdy customers.

"Nice to meet you too," Bill said "we're here to see Victoria. Is she available?"

"Let me see, yeah she's got a while till her next appointment. I'll just pencil you in." He touched a terminal built into the sleeve of his clothing as he said this. "Nice to see you again Error, this guy treating you okay?" As the big man said this he eyed Bill.

"He's been wonderful, I couldn't ask for a better husband," the little girl said, hugging Bill's waist.

"That's good. You is a sweet kid Error. I'd really hate to hear differently," the giant said, still looking at Bill. The big man let the last statement hang in the open air for a few seconds. "Well if you two wanna follow me, I'll take you back there." The giant escorted them down a series of elegant halls. Bill had never been to any place like this before and was amazed at the number of attractive women that worked here. Whenever they passed by one of the workers they greeted his wife with smiles. Everyone here seem to be a really friendly with Error, it was a shame that she had been sent here to work.

"You two wait in here, Victoria will be right with you," Marvin said as he opened one of the doors. The girl thanked him and he smiled at her as she led Bill inside.

"Well he was very nice," Bill said after the door closed.

The room was amazing, it had a large red bed that dominated the center of the room, a small walk in tub in one corner, and the ceiling looked like the sky, moving clouds and all. There were a couple of doors that lead to other areas of her apartment, and several chrome shelves with strange exotic devices on them whose purpose Bill could only guess at. He tested the bed and found it extraordinarily soft, and sat down on the edge and lay back.

"Ahhhh... I really wanna get one of these," Bill said, patting the mattress. He kicked off his shoes and lay down full on the bed. "Ah, this feels good. I never realized how hard my bed was."

"I'm going to go down the hall and grab a drink, okay," Error said.

"Are you going to be all right?"

"Yeah, everyone knows me here. Their all really nice, I won't be gone long. Do you want something?"

"No thank you sweetheart, but I could use a kiss," His wife smiled as she walked toward him, leaned over the bed and pressed her little feather like lips to his. She tasted so sweet as he ran his fingers through her silken hair. After almost a minute she regretfully pulled away from him.

"Let's save the rest for later tonight," she said with a smile. Bill watched her cute little butt as she walked out the door, and smiling he leaned back and closed his eyes. The bed was so wonderfully soft that he found himself unintentionally drifting off. He didn't fall asleep but was quite close to it when he's felt his wife at the foot of the bed. He could feel the mattress shift as she climbed across it toward him. When she came up alongside Bill she threw a leg over his chest and straddled him.

That was when he realized something was wrong. Bill opened his eyes and was staring into the ice blue eyes of Victoria. She looked down at him with a smoldering sensual gaze as she leaned down and kissed him full on the lips. He could feel her grinding her groin against his as she tasted deep inside of him. He reached for her but she grabbed his hands. She held them over his head, against the bed as she expertly worked his mouth. He could feel her hot sex against his as she moved back and forth.

Finely she broke their oral embrace, "Wait a second, this isn't what it looks like. Victoria right? Look, I don't think it's a good idea you doing that."

"Isn't that why you came here? I can feel how much you want me. Oh, you feel so big, I don't think you'll actually fit though," she purred still holding him down as she leaned her face in close to his.

"Please, wait... I need to... STOP! You're going to make me..." Bill had been very horny all morning long. His wife had been teasing him, and he had been walking around with a massive hard on. It wasn't taking much for Victoria to make and start to climax. He felt his cock vibrating with desire as she grounded her hips against his.

"Yeah, cum for me big boy," she half moaned, half panted.

"I'm going to...!" Bill tried to warn her, but it was too late as he exploded inside of his pants. She continued to straddle, and rock against him the whole time. Finely he finished and collapsed back onto the bed.

"You're such a good boy, now let's see about getting those clothes off you," she told him as he laid there panting.

"Hi Victoria, I see you've met my husband Bill," Error said as she was mere inches from them. She had been standing there the whole time, watching their performance, and drinking her soda.

"Susan!" Bill and Victoria said in unison.

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The roar of the ocean was soft and pleasing. Bill sat enjoying the company of his wife and Victoria while they ate dinner. He had taken his shoes off so he could feel the texture of the sand and small shells underneath his feet. Occasionally one of the waves would come high enough that it moved under their table, when it did his feet felt as if they had gotten wet but the sensation did not last long.

The great white beach stretched out almost to the horizon, and was bordered by the ocean and a lush thick jungle. Every so often their conversation was disturbed by the call or cry of some unseen animal within the thick foliage. The sun was close to the horizon of the ocean and even though they had been sitting and eating for a while it never seemed to move.

At one point while Error was showing Victoria how to use chopsticks, she enthusiastically pointed out some type of large gray fish jumping out of the water. She told Bill that these were called Dolphin, that they were actually mammals like people, and not like fish.

"So what is this stuff again?" asked Victoria as she examined their meal.

"It's called sushi, it's really good. Bill and me had some last night for dinner. But stay away from the green stuff, it's super, extra, duper hot," Error told her around a mouth full of food.

"Don't talk with your mouth full," Victoria corrected her.

"Hey, you can't tell me what to do any more, I'm married," the girl responded.

"Oh, you think so young lady?" Victoria said looking at Bill.

"I'm not getting in the middle of this. I'm nothing more than a bystander," said Bill, holding his hands up. The girls looked at him and laughed. Bill reached out and took Errors hand and smiled at his wife.

Victoria sighed "You two look so happy, I'm kinda jealous," she told them as she popped a piece of sushi in her mouth.

Bill reached out and took her hand. "Thank you," he said. "If it wasn't for you I would never had met Susan, it's really you who brought us together."

Victoria reached out and took Susan's hand completing the circle. "No, thank you, Susan is the most important thing to me and I'm happy she found such a wonderful Husband. I was so scared that she would end up with someone who wouldn't understand. You don't know how relived I was when I got her message last night." She started to choke up at the end.

"It's okay, I understand. Susan is the most important thing to me too," Bill said looking into his wife's eyes.

"I don't know why I'm crying," said Victoria.

They ate, talked, laughed, and enjoyed each other's company for hours. Error ate four trays of sushi by herself, it was like she was starving or something. Soon after their meal had ended the girl passed out on the bed leaving the grownups to talk. They sat on the couch in Victoria's living-room and listened to Error snoring in the next room. She swirled her drink as she looked at him and smiled.

"I was telling the truth earlier, I really appreciate you taking care of my girl. I could show you how appreciative I am if you want," she said as she rubbed his leg.

"Uhm, thanks but me and Susan are married. I could never cheat on her," Bill stammered.

"Yeah, but she can't... wait? Have you two?" Bill blushed a deep red "You have, haven't you? But how?"

Bill frowned. He looked up at her and knew she deserved the truth. Then slowly he told her what they had done to his wife before they brought her to him. He told her how badly it traumatized Error, and the healing he had helped her with. How scared she got in crowds, and the way she panicked.

"Oh, my poor little Susan. I am forever in you dept Bill, and don't worry when she starts back I'll take care of her for you."

"What do you mean?" Bill asked.

"Well she works here, so she'll have to come back to work soon, regardless of where she lives."

"Oh, I never thought about that," Bill said, then smiled. "Well at least I know she'll be in good hands, and I'm sure you'll be happy to see her again."

"Yeah, but, uhm, about earlier. You know when I... You know. Look, I hope you don't think bad of me, I thought you were a customer. If I knew you were Susan's husband, I would never have done that."

"It's okay, but you. You're so brave, you took care of Susan all of those years, it must have been so hard. I don't know how you did it."

"Some days I wonder that myself."

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"Where are we?" Error asked.

"Home," Bill told her as he carried her over the threshold. She had slept all the way back to the apartment after they left the recreation zone. He brought her to the bedroom and laid her on the bed.

"I didn't say goodbye to Victoria," she mumbled.

"It's okay, you'll see her tomorrow," he said, stroking her hair.

"I love you," she said, taking his hand and kissing it.

"And I love you too," he told her.

"I need you in me Bill," the little girl moaned.

Bill knelt down next to the bed as he looked into his wife's beautiful brown eyes. She could feel the love radiating off of him like heat, and it stirred her moist little girl parts. Her heart was beating so fast in her chest as she stared at her husband, and she couldn't seem to catch her breath. She gazed into his soul as she whimpered, and begged him two filled her cunny with his large fuck meat.

He leaned over her and pressed his lips to hers. Bill cradled her head in his hands as she tasted deeply of her, her small innocent tongue licking the inside of his mouth as he did the same to her. He could feel her hot breath in his mouth as she panted, and moaned. He felt his hard cock eager to violate her young preteen body.

"Ugh!" She grunted as there are kiss broke. She was clawing the bed covers as she grunted in erotic pain. "It's happening, UGH!"

There was a wet noise coming from her crotch, and when he looked down he could see it moving. She grabbed the zipper of her jumpsuit and began to tug on it furiously. A large wet spot began to form between her legs as her cunny started to expand. Bill stood up and quickly got undressed, tossing his clothing into the corner. He stood naked in front of the little girl his massive erection pointing right at her. She gazed up at his cock with wild hungry eyes, as the noises from between her legs started getting louder.

She lay on the bed as she fumbled with her clothing, crying like a wounded animal, as she looked at the object of her desperate desires. Quickly Bill began to help her get undressed. He grabbed the zipper from her, and began to pull it down. It got hung on her stomach, but with a swift yank he managed to free it. The zippers on their suits stopped right below the butt, so he didn't have to take it off of her to satisfy her hunger.

He pulled the material apart exposing her pair of undersized panties that were dripping wet with her need for him. He hooked them with a finger, and pulled them out of the way. When he did he could feel her inner labia suckling on his finger, trying to pull it inside of her. When he had finally managed to expose her pussy he could see her gaping love hole waiting for him.

Error lay on her back unable to catch her breath as she felt her insides moving on their own. It was very painful, but at the same time felt so good. She could feel her husband preparing to satisfy that deep burning itch between her legs. Her legs were spread as wide as she could make them in anticipation of his penetration. She needed him so badly she could almost already feel him pumping her, and stirring her child's guts with his hard adult cock.

Suddenly she felt something she had never experienced before. Her cunny had expanded in anticipation, and when he put his dick into her, it would contract to hold him in place. Her vaginal canal was actually larger than it needed to be. But something had pushed its way into her, something huge had filled her up, even as large as she was now. The girl tossed her head back as her eyes shot open, and she took in a deep breath.

"Bill, what are you doing to me!?" she screamed through gritted teeth. With great effort she sat up and looked down. Her husband's arm was buried inside of her up to his elbow. She could see the shape of his hand through the skin on her stomach as he moved inside of her. He looked up into her eyes and smiled devilishly.

It was so perfect he couldn't resist. Her hole had been so big that he had to see if his whole hand would fit. As soon as he had inserted it in her pussy had pulled him inside of her. So making the best of the situation he began to fist his eight year old wife's cunny. He lay down on the bed next to her as he felt around on her insides to the sound of her moaning and crying out his name.

With his free hand here reached down and grabbed his cock. As he violated her with his arm he forced his dick into her mouth, past her sensual young lips. He could feel her trying desperately to suck on his meat, and breathed at the same time. Her hot panting breath bathed his balls in her personal heat.

He felt her young moist insides massaging his limb as he tried to push it deeper and deeper into her. Around the mouthful of his love stick she cried out in exotic tones a pleasure, as he began to feel her about to orgasm.

"Susan, make me cum, I want to cum too!" The little girl began to slam of her face into his groin. His hard monster fuck stick reaching all the way down her throat, and made it bulge with each trust. In an explosion of sexual frenzy Bill released his seed into her delicate little mouth in a torrent of hot love. As he did he felt her cunny clamp down on his arm as her hips rocked, as her love juices sprayed his face. He shoved his fist as far into her young inexperienced body that he could. Her legs locked around his elbow and tried to pull even more of him inside of her. Both cried out as they experienced the joys of their loved together.

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The next morning they were up with the first alarm. They raced for the shower Bill actually enjoyed showering with her. It was a new experience he could easily get use to, the sight of her undeveloped wet body so early in the morning gave him a hard-on. During breakfast they talked about going to the garden district on their next off day together. Before they parted ways at the Transport Station he promised to fix her something extra special that night for dinner. He watched her board her carriage and she waved at him as it pulled away.

When Bill arrived at Kitchen Factory number five for work, he was so happy. It was as if he was floating on air, as he came bouncing onto the floor. Some of the other cooks wanted to know how it had gone and he hinted at what a good time he had, without giving them too many details. Nancy was in full form today as well, she was patrolling the lines barking orders and kept the kitchen running smoothly. If he had to be honest with himself, he had kinda missed all of this. He would have never traded a second he had with Error for it, but it felt good to be back at work.

After he had been there about an hour the Head-Chef called out to him. The man's big bushy eyebrows were knitted together in a truly worried expression. Something dark squirmed in Bill's guts when he saw the man's look.

"You have a call, it's some woman, and she sounds upset," he yelled over the noise. Confused Bill popped his bread in the oven, setting the timer before going to see what was going on.

Part of him felt a sense of dread as he made his way over to the terminal in the break area. Who would be calling him? But as soon as he saw Victoria's face on the screen, ice water suddenly flowed through his veins, and the world seemed to suddenly grow very quiet as time began to slow down.

" Victoria, what's wrong?" he asked seeing the look of raw panic in her blue eyes.

" I don't know. Susan didn't show up for work this morning. Nobody seems to know anything. I'm so worried, do you where she could be?" she sounded frantic.

"Damn! Uhm, look let me see if..." he started to say but was interrupted

"SCRUB! This is not the time for socializing! Get back to work!" came a very familiar and demanding voice. He looked and saw Nancy giving him the death stare from across the room.

"Look I'll call you back in a minute," he said. She nodded her understanding before closing their connection.

Bill raced across the room, trying to intercept the dreaded Dragon Lady as she walked briskly toward the main doors. He needed to leave, he had to find out where his wife was, DAMN everything else! Nancy was out in the huge hall shouting at a small crowd of people in orange jumpsuits, when he stepped through the doors.

" Listen up people because I'm only going to say this once, and it better sink in, or else you will experience a world of pain you could never even dream of. I am the law here, my word is the final word, none is higher. If I tell you to 'JUMP' you better ask how high on the way up. If I tell you to do something you do it, no matter if anyone else tells you otherwise. DO I MAKE MYSELF CLEAR!?"

The group mumbled understanding. Bill could see they were a batch of new orange workers, fresh from their groups. This would be their first time actually doing the job they had trained for, and all of them looked at the old lady with fear and apprehension. He could remember the first day he had heard that lecture, he always thought that she was talking to him alone. It was the way she kept eyeing him that first day, but that was the effect Nancy had on people.

"The correct response is MA'AM! DO I MAKE MYSELF CLEAR?"

"MA'AM!" they responded almost in unison.

"Ma'am I need to leave, there's been an emergency," Bill said trying to get her attention. She turned and looked at him with a razor-sharp glare, at his audacity to interrupt her.

"Scrubs, this is Bill. He was once like you, worthless, but with my help he managed to make something of himself. I'm sure all of you will only be disappointments, but I work with what I got. NOW, file inside and find a work station," she bellowed as she kept staring at him.

Bill's insides were tied in knots as he looked at her with pleading eyes. She had to understand this was an emergency of the highest magnitude. He had to go find his wife! The group began to move past them into the kitchen. Bill gave up, he didn't have time for this, he had to go. He started to turn and walk off but stopped when Nancy snapped at one of the new workers.

"EXECPT you," Nancy said pulling a very short worker out of line. "You're going to be Bill's special assistant."

The worker looked up at him. "Bill!" Susan cried out and leapt at him arms wide. He was shocked to see her here. What was going on? He leaned down and wrapped his arms around her, hugging her tightly. The fear that was eating at his guts vanished in a flood of relief. She pressed herself against him sharing the happiness he felt. People moved past them up and down the huge corridor that connected all the kitchens together. Most could only offer them a questioning glance, but a few stopped and stared.

"How did you get here?" he asked her as he wiped at her tears.

"I got off the carriage and some security units stopped me. They said I was late for work and they brought me here." She hugged him again.

"I'm so happy your okay," he told her.

The door to the kitchen opened and Nancy leaned out. "We got work to do, Scrub! Just because you're married don't mean you get any special treatment, move it!"

"Okay, coming," he said, as he stood he took his wife's hand and led her inside. Error marveled at the size of the kitchen as he walked her down the line, and too his station. The huge copper boiling kettles, the giant wall ovens, the rows of pots and pans that dangled everywhere, and he showed her the bread he was cooking, that he almost burnt.

As soon as he could he sent Error over to call Victoria and let her know that everything was okay. The poor woman was almost in hysterics when she answered the call from the girl. The two talked for a while before Victoria had an appointment with a guy she had to keep.

Error assisted him by handing him ingredients and utensils as he worked. The other cooked couldn't help but be curious about this little girl who had suddenly shown up on their door step. They all seemed to stop by to introduce themselves, and to meet his wife. Bill was not shy about telling them that they were married, and everyone seemed to nod saying "Congratulations". He also made a point to tell everyone her name was Susan, so no one would call her Error anymore.

Maryann the desert cook kept calling Susan over to taste whatever it was she was currently working on. Paul the pastry cook kept dropping off samples for quality checks. And the girl even walked with Nancy for a while as she patrolled the lines keeping order. All the time his wife wore a smile from ear to ear. It made him feel so good to see her happy, it was the least she deserved.

While he was in the middle of kneading some dough, with his wife's help, bill glanced up and saw the feared Dragon Lady of kitchen five watching him, and smiling. It was as if she knew something, but she wasn't telling. Well let her keep her secrets as long as his wife was here everything was fine.

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This is where our story should end. The two living the proverbial, "Happily Ever After." But that's not what happened. Because if you remember when I began my tale I told you that Bill was the Destroyer of Humanity. So sadly there is more, one more part to unfold for you, one last piece of the puzzle to pop into place, one last yarn to spin before our tale is done.

Because as Bill was enjoying the fact that his wife was now working with him, the system had finally gotten around to his original complaint. The system as they call it, is what we would call a computer, and it had just noticed an Error that needed correcting.

Chapter Five

Bill crept along the aisle between the large silent machines of the kitchen. The lights where all out and it cast the room in almost pitch black darkness. The chrome pots, pans, and skillets all hung from their racks. At the far side of the room he could make out the strange gold-red color of a burning fire. He was grateful for the huge rubber mats that covered the floors, because they silenced his movements as he carefully headed in that direction. Something in his brain was screaming for him to get out of there, that this was extremely dangerous, but he could not help himself he had to know what was going on.

As he moved across the room he began to hear faint voices, like spiders webs caught in the wind, almost invisible. All of the stoves near where the voices were coming from were on. Large pots boiled away on their surfaces, along with the flickering flames, made the room like some Stygian version of a cook's hell. Silently he eased his way across the room until he could peek around one of the burning stoves and saw what was going on.

Against the far wall was a large pile of boxes and sacks of potatoes. On top of it sat a large metal chair made of all sorts of things from around the kitchen. It had a high back made of flat pans and trays, the arms were a collection of pots in the shape of arm rests, and a stack of aprons was used as a cushion. It had an evil look to it and this was enhanced by the way all of the fires flickered and danced across its metal surface. But no matter how intimidating the chair looked it was what sat on it that truly terrified him.

On her throne sat Nancy, The Dragon Lady. Only now she was really an evil, scary reptile monster. Her skin winked and twinkled as the light reflected off all of her tiny green scales. Two huge black horns sprouted from her skull, they swept backwards, and were surrounded by a ring of smaller thorn looking protrusions that gave her the appearance of wearing a crown. She wore some kind of strange black robe that hung off her shoulders, but seemed to move on its own as well. She would occasionally flick her tongue tasting the air as she looked down at the group of people at the foot of her throne.

Sitting at the dragon's ladies feet was his wife. She had large feline ears on the top of her head, a fur covered tail, a small pink collar, and nothing else on. As she sat at the foot of the throne, Susan would lick the back of her hand and rub the thin fur that covered her head. She didn't seem to care about what was going on, she just seemed to be enjoying preening herself. She stopped her bath just long enough to stretch and scratch herself. Her golden eyes flick to the dragon lady as Nancy began to speak to them.

He could not quite make out what she was saying, she was speaking in a soft hissing tone that was only louder than the bubbling pots of water, or whatever was in them, hopefully water. Part of his brain was screaming bloody murder at him to 'RUN!' and he was shaking with fear. But there was a small part of him that was curious and wanted to know what she was saying. Bill crouched real low and moved closer, trying to keep in the shadows.

What he took originally for people turned out to be strange creatures that resembled part man, part animals. They were listening intently to what Nancy was saying and would occasionally make noises, as if they were agreeing with her. But he still could not hear what she was going on about. As he began to slink closer to them he bumped a stack of plates that were under one of the work tables. The china made a ratting clinking noise and started to tip over. Quickly Bill reached out and steadied them. He managed to keep the plates from crashing to the ground and giving him away. With a sigh of relief he looked up to see all of the monsters staring at him.

Nancy was the first to react, as she let out a sonic scream that would curl hair. The strange robe she was wearing open into a pair of giant leathery wings as she pointed a long taloned finger at him. All of the things leapt to their feet and charged at him. Working on reflex alone Bill jumped up and began sprinting down the aisle toward the large double exit doors.

His heart was hammering in his chest and he felt the air burning in his lungs as his legs pistoned as hard as he could make them. The doors never seemed to get any closer as he ran and the things closed in on him. He could hear them snarling and baying right behind him with every step he took. Fear laced adrenaline flooded his veins spurring his speed on. Finally he slammed into the doors and burst out into the hallway to freedom.

One of the monstrosities tackled his legs driving him hard to the floor. He tried to roll and free himself, but when he impacted against the hard ground all of the wind was knocked from his lungs. They were on him in an instant holding down his arms and legs as he struggled to free himself. Bill could feel their claws and talons piercing his skin as they growled at him menacingly. No matter how hard he struggled he could not break free from their iron grip. He was going to die in this nightmarish hell.

He looked up as Nancy stood towering over him, her eyes flickering with his coming doom. She said something in her soft hissing voice that he could not understand. That was when Susan crept out from behind the dragon lady. His wife looked from him to her reptile god and back. Fear showed on the girls face as she looked at her husband with trepidation. Nancy nodded to the girl, who then hesitantly crept forward and crouched on Bill's chest.

He tried to beg her to stop, not to do this, but he found he couldn't speak. She reached out with her little claw tipped fingers, and with a razor-sharp pain sliced into the flesh of his face. Fire raced across his skin as she dug furiously into him. He tried to scream but could not seem to find his voice. His beautiful little wife was torturing him to death. She tugged and pulled at his flesh as she sliced him up. Part of him thought that if it had to be anyone at least it was her.

Finally with a wet ripping noise his face came free.

Cold air filled his lungs as he gasped for breath. Smells that had been absent a moment before suddenly flooded his senses. He found he could clearly see and hear everything around him. Bill let out a pain filled howl that sounded alien to his own ears. He wept openly from the agony and could feel the tears sliding across his mutilated flesh. His wife sat on his chest looking at him with a strange puzzled expression. It was as if she was seeing him for the first time, and she didn't seem to be afraid anymore.

Susan slowly turned his face around to him and he saw it was metallic and shinny. It had one large red-eye in the middle and nothing else. He could see his own reflection in its surface staring back at him. His face was covered with a soft tan-colored fur. His eyes were large and golden like his wife's, and his mouth was full of sharp predator's teeth.

The others let go of him and unbelieving he reached up and touched his face, feeling the soft fur under his fingers. Susan leaned in and rubbed her cheek against his as she purred loudly. She had showed him the truth, he was a lion.

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Bill opened his eyes to the near darkness of his room. In the twilight of the early morning he could make out Susan sleeping silently next to him, her small form a mere silhouette under the covers. He could feel her warmth under the blanket as she pressed herself so close to him.

He sighed as he was filled with the bliss of his life. It had strangely turned out so perfect, he would have never believed that he could ever be this happy. But now that Susan was in his life, he had known contentment. They had only been married for two weeks, but it felt like a lifetime.

His wife had fit right in with everyone at work, and Nancy had even taken to the girl. Susan had started learning to cook, she was quite good at making bread, and she excelled at making deserts. Everyone was enamored by the little girl and she had made so many new friends. It was hard to believe she was the same small frightened child who had shown up at his door so long ago.

They had been back to visit Victoria, who was so happy her little Susan had gotten a new job. On their last off day they had all gone to the garden district and ate a picnic under the large trees. He had grown fond of Vicky, she was a very animated person, and very special to his Susan.

As Bill slipped once more into sleep he hugged his wife close to him.

"Love you..." mumbled Susan.

"Love you too.."

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Bill drifted in the between of sleeping and awake. He knew his alarm should be going off any second, but hoped it would hold off a few minutes more so he could get some more sleep. His mind was filled with shadowy half remembered memories that seemed to move at the edge of his vision. He felt happy and safe in this almost dream world.

"Bill!!!"

His eyes shot open as he heard the blood chilling urgency in his wife's voice. Had it been a dream? He looked but she was not in bed with him. What was going on?

"Susan?!" he called out.

"HELP!" she called from the common area.

He bolted out of bed and charged blindly toward the door. Every step seemed to be in slow motion, his body felt like it was encased in lead, and his nightmare had invaded the real world. He found her lying on the floor clutching her stomach and groaning in pain. He froze when he, unable to believe what he was seeing.

Her belly was swollen, and large. She was wearing only her panties and he could see the red angry stretch marks across her skin. It had almost grown too large for her to get her arms around. As he watched she tossed her head back letting out an anguished cry, as her belly button popped out, and her stomach lurched forward, growing bigger.

"Help me, please!" she begged.

"It's okay, don't panic. Breathe. I'm gonna... I'm gonna call for help."He looked up at the wall clock "Attention." nothing happened. "Attention! ATTENTION!!" the clock just kept ticking away the seconds. "What's going...?"

The door to their apartment slid open as several medical units entered. They were shinny metallic, each had four arms, and one red-eye in the center of their faces. They moved on a set of three wheels as they led what looked like a gurney into the room. Relief flooded Bill, everything was going to be okay.

"Please stand back, give her room," said one of the units to Bill. He did, but was still frightened as Susan lay on the floor moaning in pain.

"Do something. Save her," he pleaded with them.

A third unit had entered the room and rolled up to Bill. This one looked more human than the others, and had a very feminine appearance. "Please, Mr. Jones, we will do everything we can. Stay calm," it told him reassuringly. It positioned itself between Bill and Susan.

One of the units lifted his wife in its four metal arms and placed her on the gurney. It began to press buttons on the little terminal attached to the bed. The on-board system beeped out a series of response to the units commands. It turned to the female unit and said "Mutant."

"What does that mean?" Bill asked. As he watched the medical unit pressed something on the gurney and a semi transparent bubble formed over the bed. He could almost make out Susan through its skin as they began to wheel her out the door. Panic returned like a ragging storm, in Bill's chest. "Wait where are you taking her?"

"Please Mr. Jones, it seems there has been an error and the girl must go to the medical facilities. You needn't worry about it anymore," the female unit told him in a soft reassuring voice.

"She's my wife damn you!" Bill said. He turned and started for the door.

"No, Bill. Not anymore. Your marriage has been suspended," the unit said as it zipped in front of him blocking the way.

"NO!" he shoved the machine as hard as he could, it rolled backwards into the wall, and dented the plaster. He took off down the hall at a full sprint, red beast rage filled his eyes as he rounded the corner to the transportation platform. There was a special white and red carriage there that the gurney was being loaded onto.

"Susan!!" Bill screamed as he charged across the distance toward them. He could hear his wife calling out to him, and saw a dark shadow of her hand pressed against the inside of the protective bubble. The other people on the platform watched in shock as Bill sprinted recklessly forward. He was almost to the open door of the carriage, he could see the outline of his wife.

That was when the light bolt hit him in the chest. The impact lifted him off of his feet and slammed him into the far wall. Several security units rolled onto the platform toward him. They formed a semi-circular wall around him as he lay on the ground stunned. He watched through blurred vision as the door to the transport closed and it slid away silently.

"Mr. Jones I can appreciate how taxing this must be to you. We do apologize for any undue stress this has put you under. Rest assured that the issue has been looked into by the highest authority and a full restitution of your credit will be restored to you."

"Please just give her back to me. I'll do whatever you want. I just want my wife back."

"I'm afraid that's impossible Mr. Jones. You see after we examine her and the offspring, they will both be disposed of. The overseer has already ordered it. But you should hurry up, or you'll be late for work. Remember Mr. Jones be happy," the female unit said as she rolled off.

"No... Please..."

The security units waited a few seconds before following her, all except one. It watched him as he slowly stood up and limped his way back to his apartment. It escorted him inside, as it kept reminding him he would be late for work if he did not hurry. Reluctantly he complied.

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As he boarded the transport to the industrial zone it felt like he was in a nightmare. He felt numb all the way through to the deepest parts of his being. It was as if part of his soul had been torn out, and left a hollow bleeding hole deep inside of him. His body seemed to be on auto pilot as he shambled his way slowly down the large hall. It all felt so unreal, like he would wake up any second and this would have all been a bad dream.

Bill walked into the kitchen, the normal sights and sounds went unnoticed by him as he stumbled up the aisle. He felt lost, where was he going again? Bill was making his way toward his station when someone called to him.

"Hey Bill where's Susan?" Maryann asked. He turned to her looking at the woman with eye that swam with the souls of the damned. Her face lost several shades as her gaze met his, and she could see the pain flowing through him. She stood frozen as Bill turned and shambled lifelessly on. He stopped at his place in the world and waited there blindly.

Bill stood at his work station as orders began to appear on his screen. His numb brain could not make out the words, they were meaningless dribble. An order of Susan over easy, with an extra helping of Susan. One darken grilled Susan. Susan. Susan.

There was something wrong with his mind. His chest hurt so bad, it was full of clawing, screaming fire. Susan, Error, Susan, Error, where was she? Had she stepped away for a second? His brain echoed with the metal monsters words: "After we examine her and the offspring, they will both be disposed of." Susan, offspring? A baby? His baby? Their baby? Disposed of? Killed? He couldn't take it anymore, he collapsed over his workstation clutching his head, trying to hold it all in, trying to make the pain stop.

Tears began to dot the chrome surface in front of his eyes as his anguish leaked out. All of the others in the kitchen slowly became silent as they turned to stare at Bill. They were confused, someone should do something. Wracking sobs tore at his body as he began to come apart at the seams. The words 'Disposed of' kept drilling through his brain over and over.

The door to one of the huge freezers opened, "So we're going to need fifteen pounds thawed by this..." Nancy stopped mid-sentence as she became aware of the palpable silence in the room. She looked around following the gazes of everyone else, till her eyes rested on Bill. She moved quickly across the room to his work station. He took no notice of her as she approached, that was a concern for someone else, not him. All he wanted to do right now was curl up in a little ball and vanish from the world.

Nancy, the Terror Queen, Dragon Lady of kitchen number five, the woman who gave the Bogyman nightmares, came up to Bill and wrapped her arms around him and held him tight. "Shhh, it's okay," she said stroking his hair. "Don't cry. It's okay my big boy, I'm here now." He clung to her for support as the whole Kitchen looked on in amazement. Bill slowly came back from the cliff of darkness he was ready to jump into. After he had calmed down enough she looked him in the eyes, "now tell me, what happened?"

"They... They... Susan, gone, -sob- disposed of..." he once again broke down into tears.

Nancy held his head against her chest and rubbed his back. "There, there, let it all out. Oh my poor baby boy what did they do to you? It'll be okay. Shush now," she told him.

Bill looked up at her, he was coming back to his senses. Slowly piecing himself back together. "Why?" he asked. The question was so vague, but they both knew what he meant.

She smiled at him with genuine warmth, she hugged him to her, and he could hear her heart beating. "What? You don't think I wouldn't recognize my own flesh and blood when I saw him. I knew the first day I laid eyes on you who you were, and that mark on your neck proved it. I still remember the day they took you from me with their cold metal hands. You don't know how many times I wanted to say something, how many ways I tried to tell you, but I was afraid of what you would say, how you would react, and I'm so sorry I waited." She touched the little heart-shaped birth mark on the back of his neck.

"-sob- What do I do? They're going to kill her," he said, desperation filling his voice.

Nancy pulled him upright, and looked him fiercely in the eyes. "Now you listen here, my boy would never act like this. Pull yourself together. Where were they taking her?"

"To the Administration Zone."

"Do you love her?"

"Yes..." he said weakly.

"Do you want her back?"

"Yes."

"Is my boy going to get his wife back?"

"YES!"

She turned around and looked at the rest of the staff. "All work stops now!" she turned and looked at two orange level workers who were peeling potatoes. "You two go tell all the other head-chefs 'Nancy says: It's time'. GO now!" the two suddenly jumped up and took off running out the doors. "Jack, bring me your knives," she told the big burly meat manager. "Vincent, get the slicer." The cheese chef nodded and began to disassemble the slicing machine.

"What are you... what going on?" Bill asked.

"We're forming a rescue party," Nancy said with a demonic grin.

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The transport zipped along the tunnel miles below the surface of the earth. Its destination was the administration district. Normally it would have been full of people in black jumpsuits enjoying a pleasant ride to work. But today was strangely different, today there was a man standing at the front of the carriage looking out the doors. He was wearing a blue jumpsuit, but also had some kind of strange padding strapped to his body.

Hank a guy from the asset management department had gotten up a few minutes after they had first set off to tell the guy to sit down. But the psycho had just brandished a knife and said something inexcusably rude. This had made the rest of the people understandably nervous. They were afraid that the man might mean to do them harm. But thankfully he just stood there until finally they pulled into the station.

He saw them as soon as the doors opened. Four or five shinny metal security units rolling right at him. They raised their light pistols and began to pepper the area with white bolts of energy. Bill dodger to one side, then barrel rolled forward to the closest enemy. The unit was not programmed for hand to hand, and so Bill easily planted his meat-cleaver in its face. Two came rolling from his right flank, spraying at him hoping to hit, but Bill ducked behind the downed unit as he flung a paring knife. It hit home right in the middle of one of the units big red-eye. Its head jerked back as it made a high-pitched screech, then white smoke curled from its chest. Its partner rushed Bill's position, he leaned around the dead unit and grabbed its hand that held its gun. He pointed it at the rushing unit and squeezed the finger. Half a dozen white energy bolts tore into the unit's chest before it slid to a smoking stop.

People were running and screaming as Bill finished off the units one by one. The last one he charged after he had shot one of its wheels, it landed several direct hits on him as he leapt up bringing the cheese slicer across its neck. The baking padding he wore was taking the shots, it had been a good idea that Clark the head baker had.

The units head rolled off its shoulders and clanked against the ground. Bill reached down and picked it up as a very large woman who was standing in his way asked "Who do you think you are?"

He looked at her and smiled the same way Nancy did. "I'm a fuck'n lion bitch, now get out of my way," he said as he shoved the units smoking head into her hands.

The bank of parked hover sleds stood waiting for service as Bill walked up. He was going to need transportation if he was going to get there in time.

"HALT citizen you are..." Bill didn't look up as he put a hole through its face. The silvery unit crashed backwards into the wall and made all the people who were staring at him begin to flee. He spotted the sled he was looking for, it was a shiny green one. He hopped in and hit the go button.

"I'm sorry your access to this vehicle has been restricted," the info panel told him. Bill grunted and grabbed the little box as he tore it off the dash-board.

"Fuck you," he told it as he tossed it out. The sled figured this was some kind of emergency and manual controls unfolded from the dash. Smiling Bill took the stick and began navigating toward his target scattering pedestrians and other sleds that got in his way.

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The large glass door of the central administration building slid open as he walked up. Men and women in black jumpsuits gawked at this strange sight as Bill walked up to the main desk that dominated the lobby.

Sheryl the head secretary saw the scary man walking up, "c-c-can I help you sir?"

"Overseer, now!" Bill said glaring at the woman.

"I'm sorry sir, but..."

"NOW!" he punctuated his sentence with a steak-knife into the top of the desk.

"But, but..." just then a button lit up on her console accompanied by a chip noise. She touched her ear piece and spoke to whoever was on the other end. "Uhm, Mr. Morgan will see you now." She sounded relived. He looked at her, waiting, it took her a second until she pointed out a large black door at the far end of the room.

"Thank you," Bill said sarcastically.

He walked toward the door the lady had pointed out. He expected some kind of ambush. But when he approached it slid open revealing a large white room.

The room had no furnishings save for a large wood desk on the far side. It was cluttered with an odd assortment of nick-knacks, and a name plate that read "Overseer Freeman". Behind the desk sat and older gentleman with fuzzy white hair and very dark skin. He had a pleasant look like an old friend, or a favorite teacher. Bill cautiously approached as the man stood smiling.

"Bill, please come in, have a seat," he said motioning toward an empty chair.

Bill looked around the room, something still seemed off about this whole setup. "No, I'll stand."

Mr. Morgan shrugged "Suit yourself, so how can I help you?"

"Where's my wife?"

"Blunt and to the point, I've always liked that about you Bill. You don't mix words." Bill just glared at the man. "I see, well Bill I hate to be the bearer of bad news but you see Susan, your wife, is a mistake."

"NO, she's not. I want her back."

"I can't allow that Bill, I have worked for over fifteen hundred years to keep this sanctuary running smoothly, and she just doesn't fit in here. She's an aberration, a mistake, an error if you will. I know you have feelings for her, but they're not real."

"Bullshit!"

"Now hear me out Bill, you see we need to keep a steady population, and to do so we have had to take steps over the years. Whenever a pair is compatible, they are given certain hormones to enhance their attraction to each other. It's put in your food, in the water, hell even the showers."

"What?"

"You were drugged Bill, we needed you to fall in love. So we spiked the punch. In a week or so when they work their way out of your system you'll forget all about Susan. You know it was especially hard to get you going, we had to give you five times the normal dosage. But surprisingly you stepped up to bat."

"I don't believe you."

"Look, my methods maybe a little out there, but it's worked so far. We need humans to keep having babies, but the right kind of babies. Susan should have been disposed of at birth, but she slipped through the cracks. But don't worry in a few minutes it'll all be over."

"What do you mean?"

Mr. Morgan turned to the wall behind him. It started to slowly grow transparent, and Bill could see a large room on the other side. The office was close to the ceiling and Bill could not see the floor of the room, but what he could see was Susan. His wife was in a large clear cube no more than fifty feet from him. She was curled in the corner cradling a small swaddled form.

Bill raised the light pistol, it came to life with a high-pitched whine. "FUCKING LET MY FAMILY GO RIGHT NOW MOTHER FUCKER!" Bill yelled.

"Bill, Bill, that won't do you any good. Put the gun down."

Bill squeezed the trigger, the white bolts passed right trough the overseer. Bill looked down at the gun as if checking it.

"Bill, I'm a hologram. I just thought it would be easier for you this way."

"Who are you?"

"I'm the computer that controls all of this. So as you can see there is nothing you can do about the situation. So take my advice, go home, take some time off, I'll find you a wife, and we can put all of this behind us. Okay?" Mr. Morgan smiled an honest smile.

Bill looked at his wife. She looked all alone, so scared, but had it been the drugs all along making him think this way? With slumped shoulders he nodded to the man. "Okay," he said in a soft voice. Slowly he made his way back to the door, one last time he looked over his shoulder at Susan.

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Susan held the baby tight, she was afraid they were going to try to take her daughter away. But they had let her keep the baby. For a while she had kept pleading with them to let her go home. But she knew that would never happen. This was it, the end, she wished she could see her husband one last time.

Suddenly from somewhere nearby there was an explosion. Then the far wall smashed open like it was made of glass as a shiny green sled came through the wall. It slid to a stop on the far side of the room as a shower of broken wall rained down. Susan stood up and covered her daughter protectively.

Bill sat up in the seat and blinking and looked at her. "Sorry I'm late, traffic was a bitch," he coughed.

"Bill!" She cried out as she rushed across the room to him.

"No time for happy reunion, we got to go, climb in," he warned her.

"BILL! Don't do this! You don't know what will happen!" Mr. Morgan yelled through the giant hole in his office wall. Bill Just smiled as he extended his middle finger, before shifting the sled forward again.

At the far end of the big room was some kind of large vent, and Bill made a straight shot for it. They were almost to the opening when white bolts of energy began to rain down around them. Error looked behind them and saw several security units on hover sleds chasing them. She ducked down as one of their shots hit the back of her seat.

"I think they're pissed!" Bill yelled over the rush of wind. They entered into the tunnel as more shots came closer.

Susan noticed the gun sitting on the seat between them. "Here, hold your daughter, husband," she said, passing the baby to him.

"What are you going to do?"

"Practice my material instincts," she told him, cocking the gun. She stood up bracing herself with one hand while shooting with the other. Bill could make out what she was saying over the roar of the wind, and none of it was very lady like.

The tunnels dipped and turned and one by one Susan took out their pursuers. Slowly the shaft started to slope upwards, the two held on for dear life as it quickly became vertical. The fast-moving wind behind them pushing them faster and faster. Bill had no clue where they were going, he hadn't thought that far ahead, but if they ended up on the surface it was all over. He recalled the tales of the radiation wars they had learned about, and knew they were done for.

"Susan, no matter what happens I love you," he yelled

"I love you too husband," she said taking his hand and holding their daughter tight.

They saw a light ahead that was approaching quick. They held onto each other and the sled as tight as they could. Then they were on the surface.

Tree branches slapped at the windshield as their vertical climb continued. Spider web cracks began to form as they climbed higher and higher. The sled began to lose speed as they finally burst from the green canopy.

The sky exploded all around them in vibrant azure blue spender. In the far off distance they could make out beautiful snow-capped mountains. And a large open savanna probably teaming with lions. The sled finally slowed as it lost the last of its forward momentum.

"It's so beautiful," Susan whispered.

"But not as beautiful as you," Bill said leaning in for a kiss, but before he could, the sled fell. Thanks gravity.

Bill grabbed the control stick and tried to steer it. The response was slow and sluggish as they spiraled toward the hard earth below. Out of the corner of his eye he spotted a clearing, Bill pulled the yoke hard as the sled limped in that direction, they barely cleared the trees. A large pine slapped into their underside causing them to come in sideways. Their craft sprayed up a fan of dirt as they impacted, but the restraints kept them from receiving more than a few minor scrapes. The baby clapped happily as if she was asking to go again.

They managed to free themselves from the wreck, they were happy to be alive, and to be with each other. The two sat against the sled enjoying the sunset, and discussing their future.

"G'day," said the boy. Bill and Susan blinked at him. He was not wearing a jumpsuit, but something else. He had scruffy blond hair and dark green eyes.

"Uh? Hello?" replied Bill.

"Is you sky people? Me mum says if I'm is bad sky people be come and tak'n me off. Ya ain't here to take me off is ya?"

"No, not sky people, we're from underground," said Susan.

The boy smiled "Well then, that's alright."

Susan and Bill broke out in laughter. The boy just looked at the strange people puzzled.

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Mr. Morgan looked at the hole in his wall and shook his head. He was going to have to do something about Bill.

"Excuse me sir..." Sheryl said nervously from behind him "some people here to see you."

"Not know can't you see I'm... busy." His office was full of upset looking citizens. He smiled his warm friendly smile, "How can I help you?"

Nancy stepped up, "Have a seat, let's talk..."

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"The End," said the storyteller.

"I'm always loving that story Mapappy," said a girl as she rubbed her big belly. She leaned back against her sibling who kissed her.

"What happened after that?" asked another girl who wasn't quite as big as her twin. The twins were laying close to the fire holding hands and listening to their Mapappy tell stories. Some of the other children piped up, wanting more. One of the pairs went off into the night to be more alone.

"Well," continued the teller, "after that the bellow'uns and the surfacers shared their learn'n. Some of them folks traded places, some came up, some went down. But we's all learn'n together. That was some hundred year ago, back before da men and women come together into one. Back when the two were separate, and only da women folk have dem babies. But now we got things better, everyone da same, an did you be know'n back then that they no can have babies for almost twenty years, ain't that strange."

"That's stupid" said Jesse. "I had my first baby when I be only seven. And this be number three," she said patting her swollen belly.

"You be tell'n da truth girl, but that all thanks to my super great grand Mapappy Susan, one oh dee first bellow'uns that come up. She bring da greatest gift of all, her genes, she the one who was the new Adam and Eve all in one." They all looked up at the statue that stood over the place of learning. It was the perfect likeness of Susan, next to her stood Bill, his arm around her shoulder, and in her arms she held their daughter Hope.

The End