By TG Bear
The aircar was unusual. Not that it was larger than most, it was, but that it was in the air at all. In the Year Of Our Lord 2078 there were almost no private aircars because there was finally an almost perfect public transportation system.
But being in the air was not why the six Police cruisers were executing the airborne version of the Felony Car Stop. For the casual observer it was a thing of beauty. The cruisers boxed the private car in and forced it down to the ground, the bottom cruiser sliding out from underneath just before the aircar was going to crush it.
“Turn off your engine and come out with your hands up.” The loudspeaker in the rear cruiser blared.
The single occupant did as he was ordered. The man who stood by his aircar oozed money, almost literally. There was a wad of credits hanging out of one side pocket of his bizsuit.
Two officers came out of the intentionally bright lights. While their weapons were holstered they exuded an aura of “Make My Day”.
“James Arthur Kaplan.” The taller of the two asked, his tone announcing that they knew who he was.
“Yes, what the hell are you doing! You want to be pounding a beat tomorrow!"
"Are you the husband of Janice Marie Rogers-Kaplan."
"Yes. What’s this about?” The mention of his wife brought a surge of understanding. The bitch had ratted him out.
“You’re under arrest for violation of Penal Code Section 1131.262. Place your hands behind your back.”
Mr. Kaplan was swiftly cuffed and hustled into the cruiser next to him.
“Mr. Kaplan, you’ve been found guilty of spousal battery and attempted murder. It is the sentence of this court that you be incarcerated in MedPrison 6 where you will undergo GenSwap as prescribed by law.”
“I appeal.”
“Appeal denied.” It was hard to realize that the judge was an android, even the voice was perfect. The Central Criminal Prosecution Computer had processed all the evidence while he had been booked and in three hours from the time he’d stepped out of his aircar he was on his way to a new life.
“Miss Rogers?”
“Yes Doctor.”
“Hello, I’m Doctor Anderson, I’m in charge of your ex-husband’s case. I wanted to know if you wish to observe the procedure?”
“Yes, thank you.”
“I’ve looked over the request form you submitted to the court and there’s nothing that seems out of the ordinary. You realize that we have to approve the changes, to prevent your creating a monster. Your ex-husband will have to make her own way once her debt is repaid.”
“I don’t want her to be a monster, quite the opposite. I want her to be as beautiful, and sexy, as you can make her. I want her to be able to support herself well.”
“Oh, she will be. Your request is not unusual. We nicknamed the pattern “Sally Streetwalker.”
“Appropriate. When will you begin?”
“As soon as you and I enter the observation room and you push the button. That is your privilege, and responsibility.”
“Do I have to say the words?”
“It is customary.” They had entered the room. One wall overlooked the operating room. There was a small console in front of the window. She walked up to it, put her hand on the large red button and said: “Justice is Served” as she pressed down.
“Hello.”
“Hello, I am Miss Rebecca Connors, is Miss Rogers at home?”
”Yes, Mistress is here. May I ask your business?”
”I am the Inspector assigned to your case, Jamie. This is an unannounced inspection.”
”Yes Inspector Connors. Please come in.” Becca Connors watched the prisoner as she led her through the large house. “No outward sign of abuse” she thought. “Nice ass too. The State has gotten their money’s worth.”
“Mistress? This is Inspector Connors from the MedPrison.” Becca admired Janice Rogers. The old phrase “a fine figure of a woman” came to mind. She was every bit as beautiful as her ex-husband and it was all natural.
They shook hands. “As I explained to the prisoner this is an unannounced inspection of her living conditions. I’d like to see where she lives and the rest of the house.”
“Of course. I’ve been wondering when someone was going to come around. It has been six months.”
“As it has been for ever, we’re chronically short staffed.” They went to Jamie’s room. It was nicer than her apartment Becca thought. In fact, it was too nice. “She lives here?"
"Yes, she shares my bed. We are still married."
"She is supposed to have her own quarters."
"She does, but I let her sleep here.”
She showed Becca the other room, smaller, plainer, more functional. Becca looked through the closets and bathroom. Everything was of good quality and in perfect working order.
The rest of the house was the same. “Well, thank you Miss Rogers. Everything is in order and I will so report to the Court. Now. I need to speak to Jamie alone.”
“Of course, why don’t you use the study. Jamie, please take Miss Connors there."
"Yes Mistress.”
“Why do you call her Mistress?”
“It is who she is, my Mistress. It’s part of my conditioning. I need an authority figure in my life to keep me on track.”
“You are well treated?”
“Yes.”
“Any complaints?”
“Other than I’d like my old body back?”
“Yes.”
“None. Oh, I guess I’d like a few less clients per day but it is fun."
"How many are you servicing?”
“One an hour for ten hours a day.”
“That’s the normal amount.”
“I know but every once in a while I’d like to spend more time with them."
"You can, once your debt to Miss Rogers is fulfilled."
"That’s still two years away.”
“You’ll make it.”
“I hope so.”
“Congratulations Jamie, today you get your freedom.” Janice was very pleased. Her “revenge” had turned to love for the former man. She was secretly hoping Jamie would agree to become her wife. But she was forbidden by law to tell her so. Too many prisoners were swayed by the offers. Most of which were a thinly veiled continuation of their sentence.
“Thank you Mistress. I’ll be leaving at noon, Miss Connors is picking me up and taking me to my new apartment.”
”So you are leaving.”
”Yes Mistress. I need some time alone.”
”Well, you can call me any time at all. For anything.”
”Thank you Mistress, I know you love me. And I love you. But it’s not time yet. Soon. I hope.”
They kissed more passionately than ever before. Both were crying when Becca Connors arrived. She had seen it all too often. The separation anxiety. But she had plans for Jamie and they didn’t involve Janice Rogers.
The doorbell rang hollowly through the almost empty house. Janice answered the door herself. She’d not bothered to replace Jamie in the three months she’d been gone.
“Miss Rogers?” The man standing in the doorway looked like all the other cops she’d seen during her experiences with the Police and Courts.
“Yes.”
“I’m Detective Miller, may I come in?” He held his holo-ID up for her to look at.
“Of course. Is something wrong?”
“Yes, I’m sorry to say.”
She stopped in the foyer. “What’s wrong?”
“You know Jamie Kaplan, your former husband."
"Yes, she served two years of her sentence here. What’s happened?"
"And you know Rebecca Connors.”
“Yes, she was Jamie’s case officer. What’s going on? Is Jamie all right?"
"No. She’s not.” He took her gently by the arm. “Could we go somewhere to sit down?"
"Sorry.” She took him to the study. “What’s happened to Jamie?”
”She’d dead Miss Rogers. She was found dead this morning in her apartment.”
”How did she die?"
"The Medical Examiner says she had a brain tumor that caused a massive stroke. It’s more the circumstances than the cause."
"Circumstances?”
“She was found bound to a frame, wearing a rubber fetish outfit. She’d been whipped, though not severely enough to cause fatal injuries.”
“Whipped? By who?”
“Rebecca Connors, and some friends.”
“Why?”
“Have you seen or heard from Jamie since she left?"
"No, Miss Connors said it was better that we have no contact."
"Well, it seems that one of Miss Connors’ friends is a Doctor and she reprogrammed Jamie to be Miss Connors’ submissive slave."
"NO!”
“Unfortunately, yes. We found the apartment was basically a dungeon where she was tortured and made to perform with a small circle of Miss Connors’ friends. We have vids that we found in both apartments. Miss Connors was selling her to whoever had the money.”
“I can’t believe it. Jamie’s dead.”
“And there’s another, worse, part of the story."
"Worse than her being killed?”
“Yes. The ME said that the brain tumor was responsible for your husband’s violent behavior towards you. A simple operation could have corrected the problem, he never would have had to undergo GenSwap.”
Janice Rogers collapsed onto the floor.
The End
Comments
unintended consequences
I'm sure they all thought they were doing the right thing creating this system. Maybe they will shut down the brainwashing now that they see that it can be abused, but I doubt it.
"You can survive a couple of weeks without food. You can survive a couple of days without water. You can even survive a couple of minutes without air. But you cannot survive for even a minute without hope."
Dorothycolleen
I was avoiding indicting the
I was avoiding indicting the entire system, which in my mind works as a more effective rehabilitation and deterrent.
There are safeguards that I did not go into that show this to be more of an aberration than it may have come across.
Thank you for the comment.
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Bear
Bear
Justice Denied
Justice Denied on so many levels
May Your Light Forever Shine
May Your Light Forever Shine
I'm surprised
that the prisoners are not given thorough physical exams to find a chemical or biological reason for their behavior if they have this much technology available.
This story only proves what many of us today know.
The so-called justice system from the police to the courts is a corrupt system formed only to serve the interests of the bigoted part of the population, and heaven forbid you should become prey to that system. As a paralegal for quite some time, I can tell you that police, district attorneys, juries and judges jump to conclusions they shouldn't. If you ask any prosecutor, any cop, any prison guard or warden they will tell you that everybody found guilty IS guilty and there are no innocent persons in prison. That is pure BS. I happen to know a few.
This story is also in tune with today's investigation techniques. The only inveasitgation police and district attorneys do is get a complaint from a complainant, issue a complaint, get a warrant and make sure the accused stays in jail to await trial. On television you see the police do extensive investigations. BS! That is only on television, NOT in real life.
It was too bad that Jaime was denied justice against and vengeful seeking shrew who wanted to take her husband down by feminizing him through the legal methods. Too bad she didn't have Jamie get a brain scan to see if there was something like the tumor they found causing him to act the way he did. I guess Janice will never know how much of a decent life she could have had with Jamie once the tumor was radiated away, alleviating the pressure on the brain it created. Too bad Janice was such an evil shrew.
"With confidence and forbearance, we will have the strength to move forward."
Love & hugs,
Barbara
"If I have to be this girl in me, Then I have the right to be."
"With confidence and forbearance, we will have the strength to move forward."
Love & hugs,
Barbara
"If I have to be this girl in me, Then I have the right to be."
Why Cry
RAMI
Why was Janice crying. She got what she wanted, which was to destroy her husband. She did so by making into a whore. So the punishment he received exceed just a sex change, but the greatest degredation imaginable. I'm sure she watched the sessions and got her jollies from it. It's likely she did not even attempt marriage counseling before condeming her spouse to his eventual death. I wonder how many prisoners commit suicide before their sentence is done.
Rami
By the way, welcome to the site. Despite the criticism, I gave you a cudo for a well written story,
RAMI
I had a feeling
How this story was going to go when I saw this: "an almost perfect public transportation system" Bzzzt! Wrong!
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Light travels faster than sound. This is why some people appear bright until they speak.
I went outside once. The graphics weren' that great.
And that's why -
I disagree with the death penalty or any supposedly 'permanent solutions'!
Good story.
I see you are a 'new author', welcome to the site.
Beverly TafF
Growing old disgracefully.