The unicorn-mermaid automaton shifted his grip on the Kalashnikov held in his hooves.
“I mean they tell you your hooves can lock into them” he grumbled to himself as his slithered along the interior corridor, nodding acknowledgment to the other sentries floating in the perimeter outside the dome. “, but they never fit right and who do you think they blame when it misfires huh? Never the manufacturers, oh no.”
The guard paused and looked into the first holding cell. He nodded to himself. All the virgins were there and accounted for.
A brief flash of light caught his eye from outside. The outer perimeter sentries were shooting at a merman. They had a colony nearby and in the beginning had often swum by to spy on the girls inside. The automatons had generally ignored them or shooed them off – seeing them as irritating voyeurs but as not a particular threat. Until one of the virgins had fallen for one. They never did figure out how he managed to defile her – and they could hardly ask her. The unicorn automatons had been chosen particularly for their ability to detect the virtue, or lack of, in women. As soon as a virgin became defiled in their presence they immediately switched to ‘purification mode.’
The ground meat had penetrated so far into the carpet it was impossible to clean – they had had to dispose of it in the end.
Since then they had kept close eye on the mermen and driven them off if they ever came near. Other than that the job itself was pretty dull. The girls were brought in, sometimes the collectors arrived to take samples, inspect the girls and perhaps choose one to take with them to the surface. But usually it was just the virgins and the automatons, miles and miles beneath the ocean waves.
“At least we can go outside.” Mused the sentry. “I’m not sure how the girls haven’t gone stir..”
He never did get to finish his almost charitable thought. Being shocked by several thousand volts of electricity had a tendency to shut down your hardware for good.
The slight, mousy girl behind him look down at his lifeless form impassively. She raised a radio to her lips “sector one clear”
The radio emitted a hiss. “All sectors clear – release holding cell one and head back to central command. Take off imminent.”
“Affirmative”
The girl hurried over to the holding cell and unlocked the door. The girls inside filed out calmly and started heading towards the central core.
The original mousy girl waited until the last one was out and then followed behind, glancing out the window to check on the sentries outside. The mermen were still keeping them busy – good.
She permitted herself a small smile. It had taken years of planning, of learning, of skulduggery and politics. The fact that they had bought the aid of the mermen with advice of how to woo women still made her shake her head but, she shrugged, whatever worked. Thanks to the mermen they had been able to be hooked up to an unlimited, unmonitored internet connection. Through that they had been able to indulge in a variety of long distance learning courses and access to all sorts of useful information – including the original schematics to their prison.
They learnt that their owners, being right cheapskates, had bought a disused spaceship and simply sunk it.
The girl felt the engines rumble and come online – long unused perhaps, but newly refurbished. Amazing what a little hacking on the supply orders can accomplish over a period of years.
She took one last long at the endless blue ocean outside the windows and then closed the blast door behind her.
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