The Erotic Mind-Control Story Archive

Less than six months till the next meeting of the Ancient Order of the Slavers and lots of things had changed. June and most of her Brood were now firmly in control of the Chine’s Island on Landoo. June and Brood had learned how to use their nannies and had continued to modify their bodies on their own. They looked more like a Cline now than some of the Cline did.

After serious consideration, her husband, Dear Henry, and most of the other Company board members were put back in control of the Company. This time they were the puppets on her string after Robbie, Ann, and June had heavily edited their memories. Yes, we found that it was much easier to remove a memory string than insert one, but hard on the person, it was done to. A lot more than just that one bit disappeared sometimes, but nobody had much sympathy for the Company Executives after what they had, well not so much tried to do, but what they had done already. These were truly evil people that needed to be punished.

This seemed to satisfy most of the Old Boys Network in our government that the Company still dealt with. There was no changing the real world yet. Nobody seemed to notice that the Company’s policies had remained the same as June’s, or the fact that the males in the Company were all suffering from a highly contagious case of “blue balls”. In fact, some would say that the secretaries now ran the Company with June’s approval.

Fort Harris on the Moon had worked out extremely well and the women, and the few men there, that staffed it were allowed to form theirs on social groupings. No there were no official weddings, but of course, there were no divorces either. They were allowed to bring in new partners, male or female, with the proper approval of the group, or maybe I should say Hive.

Robbie told us that he could give our personal quarters their Earth-normal gravity, but after consideration, we decided that that wasn’t advisable for two reasons. One, we would all be working outside in Moon normal gravity so we might as well become used to that. Two, the one that really clinched the deal for most of us, was Moon normal was fun in the bedroom. We had all found that weaker gravity is good, even fun, but no gravity is a literal nightmare as far as sex is concerned.

The Moon Girl’s, as we were calling them now, had recruited enough new personnel to have three crews or staffs to man both the bases. They rotated one week on duty and two weeks off back on Earth at our island resort of San Rosa on our side or the Royal Compound in KSA on the AE3’s side of the portal now. That way they didn’t lose their Earth-toned muscles to the Moon’s weaker gravity or suffer too much from cosmic radiation bombardment we hoped. There was no atmosphere on the Moon to slow down those speeding neutrons. Bob and Bill were working on a shield, but it wasn’t up yet.

AE3 had become a regular way point between us and them. By us, I mean the two Earth, the Moon Girls in both universes, and the Builders on both sides of the portal. The Builders and the Confederacy in that other Universe wanted to help us whip the Slavers. It is funny to find out that the Inoway’s home computer was harder to handle than the damn Inoway themselves. Well in our universe they were anyway.

The King was still looking for the Promised Land, but in the meantime, he was allowing us the free run of his kingdom and other resources. All in all, everything was running well, but remember Murphy’s Law, “If it can go wrong it will, if it can’t it will anyway.” Well, I was about to discover that one is not enough.

One Is Not Enough.

Parable about the Frozen Bird;

A little bird was flying south for the Winter. It got so cold the bird froze and fell to the ground in a large open field. While he was lying there, a cow came by and dropped a big cow patty on him. As the frozen bird lay there all covered in hot cow shit, he began to realize it was warming up. The shit was actually thawing it out! As it lay there all warm and happy it soon began to sing for joy. A passing cat hearing the bird singing came to investigate. The cat discovered the bird on top of the pile of cow shit and promptly ate him.

There are many Morals to the Little Story;

(1) Not everyone who shits on you is your enemy.

(2) Not everyone who gets you out of shit is your friend either.

(3) When you’re in deep shit, it’s best to keep your mouth shut until you actually know what the

situation is!

(4) My take on it was; If it rains lemons make lemonade, but don’t get carried away and expect

more lemons as a regular thing.

“When this thing started little old me was an ancient run down, has been engineer...” I was dictating into my private journal on my laptop, well memoir I guess. The Story of the Life and Times of Harry Evans, the kind, gentle, and benevolent Master of the Hive.

«You know that’s not true Master.» Ann, my dependable right-hand Girl Friday put in.

« This is my journal Ann and I want it to remain that way.» I shot back on our always open channel. Another example of the downside of mental telepathy, ha, ha.

As I was thinking...I started off with Ann and her Pod of five. That was fun for a while. I guess I could have been satisfied with that, but then we added the other three Pods. I was getting kind of stretched at that point. Face it, if it hadn’t been for the nannies I would have probably died by then.

«But happy, Oh so happy.» one of The Miss Kelly’s put in, I was unsure which one.

Anyway, The Kelly’s were a Hive experiment to see if racial memory was real. It turned out it was and the three Kelly’s were the direct result. I guess I should have figured that out at the time, but I was having so much fun with the Kelly’s that I was just walking around with my head in a big pink cloud.

«And that other head stuck somewhere else.» Colleen put in with a laugh and mental wink.

«So I was distracted.» I shot back on the link. The Hive all just laughed.

Anyway, I had always thought of myself as singular, unique, just the one of me, and now I wake up and find that my Good and Faithful Sex Slaves have cloned an army of me.

«You know that’s not true Master there are only twenty-five extra you now, and they don’t look exactly like you at all. I insisted on that.» Helen, former First Daughter put in from her apartment in New York City.

«So red hair constitutes a major change Helen.» I huffed.

«There’s also a tattoo.» Freda put in.

«Where pray tell Girls.» I wanted to know.

«On the right shoulder, Master.» Colleen added.

«Well it and the hair makes you all identifiable at a distance Harry.» Helen chuckled.

«Oh, you admit that you, the Hive, planned this all out.» I accused them all.

“Look Harry this started off as a manageable thing. A good man could satisfy maybe five women, but not over a hundred, and certainly not in two different universes and numerous solar systems. But that’s not all the problem. You need to be in different places. YOU, I emphasize the YOU part, you need to be there personally.” June said, representing the Brood, as her branch of the Hive had become known, addressing me at this point in the meeting I had called at our original Fort Harris.

“And no these are not clones, well not just clones anyway. These have all your memories and then some.” June finished.

“Oh, now they’re better than me.” I laughed.

“Master we only did this because none of us could stand to lose you. You are irreplaceable to all of us Master.” Most of the women in the room babbled at once.

“Oh, you couldn’t just go out and recruit some male Chippendales like the Moon Girls did,” I questioned.

«You know that’s untrue.» the Moon Girls objected. «We chose males that we think best represent what you mean to us. We tried for males just like you.» the Moon Girls finished.

“And you June?” I questioned, feeling something out of place in that quarter of my kingdom.

“Look, Harry...Master. Your much too caring and loving, to tell you the truth your just too damn tame for our taste now Harry. While we were under the power of that damn drug that Liz and Pat came up with, we, our real personalities, were just along for the ride...” June cocked her head to the side in contemplation for a moment.

“Locked away in our own little Hell, we all ranted and raved about what we would do to the first man we got a hold of if we ever got free. Yet when the time came that man was you, and you only wanted to set us free. You did that with the nannies, yet I would have still killed you if not for Ann and Helen’s intervention. Without the Hive, we would all have killed you. You were kind, gentle and attentive to our needs then. You are still kind, gentle, and attentive, but our needs have changed, or let me phrase it this way, “We have come to accept what we have become Harry.” June paused and I asked the question they were all waiting for.

“What are you and the Brood now June,” I questioned.

“Well not complete Pain Sluts yet Harry, and believe me when I say we have researched the Scene, as the practitioners of Bondage call it. BDSM is well documented today thank God. The problem is we are not the complete innocents that the rest of your Hive still is Sir. The “Fairy Tale Treatment” was a lifesaver when we first woke up. We will always love you, Master, on some level. Now though Sleeping Beauty woke up and discovered Prince Charming was wonderful, he got all of us through a really bad time, but he wasn’t all they, we anyway, needed anymore. We had a choice at that point of being victims, trying to suppress the memories of what had been done to us, or embrace them and grow from there. Become empowered by our experience. We’ll always love you Master, but we also need something extra that you cannot provide, and it would be wrong to make you.” June answered, and then Ann broke in.

“Sir, with the nannies we will always be able to separate and identify you from your copies at all times. We are hoping the copies will be able to bond with each group of girls and do what is necessary for that individual group. As you have probably already noted the copies have all your memories, and at this moment are for all intents and purposes YOU. From this moment on though they will become different from you, as time goes by they will continue to...to diverge, I guess you would have to say....” I broke in on Ann.”

“You mean they will become different people Ann,” I asked.

“Well yes and no Sir. Ideally, they will remain enough like you to be recognizable as you even over time, but we did hypothesize that in certain traumatic circumstances a copy could radically change, but then anybody can change given the right circumstances. Become another person entirely that is.” Ann answered.

“Each one will be you, act like you, think like you, but will become different over time, Each decision he makes will become a little different as he becomes his own person.” Molly put in.

“We are hoping your clones can, not change so much as...as...as you would have to say adapt to us individually. Well, adapt to us and our situation on planet Landoo anyway. On the island of Janis, we need a strong male Bull figure to take over with the Cline.” June added.

“They need to become Masters, well Bulls anyway. They need to supply what the Brood and the criminal organization on Janis expect to see. A need to dominate the other females on the island too I guess. Their well being depends on you...they...them being able to supply the people of the island with what’s needed, just as you have tried to do with all of us here Sir.” Lucy, June’s daughter put in.

“We’re all hoping that they will be able to give each group of five, your original Pod’s number, what they truly need. That even goes for June and her Brood. In their case, your copies will have to become Chine Bulls to fit in on Landoo.” Ann put in.

Well, it sounded good and I had tried to give the Girls as much freedom as I could. Sure I knew deep down in my heart of hearts that I was letting some, if not all, of my girls down. No, face it, I had been letting my ego let all of them down, but this was pretty radical. I had gotten pretty good at turning a girl into a puddle of jelly on a massage table using all the same points used for torture and pain, but I, we refused to hurt one of my girls.

Face it every man’s ego says he’s unique, he’s the one and only. It’s quite an ego buster to know there are twenty-five others just like you out there. I mean twenty-five identical ME’s running around, is the world ready for this? I wondered what the future would be like. Would I, the Big ME, just wander around sampling the goodies whenever I wanted from now on. A taste of Ann today, a lick of Colleen tomorrow, a whiff of Cindy....” Helen who still represented us in the U.N., and stayed in New York city, rudely broke in on my oh so pleasant daydream.

«Some of that time better be just for me, or I’ll demand Ann to whip me up a special Chippendale all my own Master.» Helen pronounced.

«Anything to keep the real slave driver of this outfit happy Helen Dear.» I shot back on our all so public channel.

«I demand equal time, now that there’s enough Master to go around, Master Harry Evans.» Helen laughed on our open link.

«It’s only fair Master.» the Hive put in on Helen’s behalf.

The Meeting Is Called.

Hey, I’m Andy one, of three Harry’s created to serve the Brood here on Landoo. The other two are Barney and Gomer. Yes, Harry had his revenge on us, or joke anyway, he named us after characters on the TV sitcom Mayberry RSD. On the other hand, we now looked like Charles Atlas, maybe your not old enough to remember him, so think Arnold today. We now look like Bulls and run the criminal organization on the island of Janis for our own personal Slaver Ray. Of course, our Ray is a ventriloquists dummy made by Bob for Robbie, and he’s gotten pretty good at it, but only good. It’s not going to be good enough to fool a real Slaver. He’s going to have to be gone when the other Slavers actually start arriving. It will be up to us to keep them all entertained until they all get here to the island. We figure to a Ray all us lower biological life form creatures all look alike, well we hope so anyway.

We’ve learned a few more things about the Rays in the last weeks. They can scuttle around like crabs. They are loners, not living together. They are pretty fast. They can manipulate objects. They have color perception and good eyesight. The real bummer is they are all made out of grown sapphire and a little ruby is used as a load bearing material in the joints. Due to the honeycomb structure like pattern the shell was grown to we doubted that even a single armor perching round would put a Ray totally out of action. Short of a LAW rocket launcher with it’s shaped charge and a direct hit we didn’t see how we were going to take out the Rays, and Oh did I forget to mention that the Rays were armed and would be shooting back. Well, they would, which made our job even harder.

True their guns were similar to our Electromagnetic Pulse Guns or EPG and non-lethal, but that wouldn’t help us kill them. Ann hearing of our problem suggested we speak to B Pod and Brenda. It turned out that Brenda had come up with an AA12 CQB (Close Quarters Battle) weapon. Big name for such a simple gun. At 26 inches overall with stock extended, 18 with it collapsed, and 10 pounds unloaded, it packed quite a punch at close range. The AA12 was basically a mean fully automatic, gas operated, recoilless scatter gun that even the smallest member of her team could handle. It was made out of extremely light and super strong stainless steel alloy that required little or no maintenance.

Basically, it was a gas operated recoilless 12 gauge shotgun with a choice of 8 round clips, 20 round drums, or a whopping 2,000 round belt feed system. On full auto, it could deliver 300 rounds per minute and had a full range of ammunition to choose from. The munitions were what interested us mainly. You had a choice of ammunitions that covered everything from rock salt for crowd control, to double 0 buckshot, rifled slugs with carbide dart centers, to termite charges that could burn a hole through one-inch thick steel armor plate. It could be carried or mounted on vehicles or the shuttles to take advantage of the 2,000 round belt feed system.

In our case we wanted a weapon the would either burn through or punch through Ray’s hide at close range. The optional Termite shells, offered for the AA12, were just the ticket for us. Upon impact, they glued themselves to the target and ignited. They burned at 2,200 degrees Celsius. Sapphire burns at 2,040, and Ruby at 2,050 degrees Celsius making our Termite shells ideal for taking out the Rays. They also had a special armor perching round that fired a rifled slug containing a carbide dart. With Bob’s help, we were able to have the carbide darts replaced with grown Diamond darts that only burned above 3,550 degrees Celsius and were a Hell of a lot harder than either Sapphire, Ruby, or the original carbide for that matter.

Also to give us a little more edge Robbie and Bob had come up with a spider web looking cloak like thing, no bigger than a pack of cigarettes when folded up, or wadded up for that matter, that we could just shake out and throw over ourselves to shield us from anything but a direct hit from one of the Slaver’s EPG’s at close range. The stuff might look like, and feel like a cobweb, but it was strong as Hell. Robbie said it was all one long chain molecule, whatever that meant.

Bull To You Too

We were all hatched at the same time, all twenty-five of us. Hatched is I guess the right word to describe the vessels we came out of. Ann, Robbie and all the rest of the Hive had put a lot of thought into our creation after the creation of the three Miss Kelly’s the first time. We were born full grown in direct contact with the Hive and Harry’s full memory this time, without the need for a refresher course.

We were all born all at once, born physically weak, but with all Harry’s knowledge. Born in full contact with the Hive. We also had, let’s say, highlights of maybe ten other direct ancestors too. We all knew that we were copies of Harry, produced by the Hive, but each one of us also knew that we were loved by them too. If there hadn’t been that knowledge, that absolute love expressed by the Hive, I think I could have really hated the original Harry, the man with it all. As it was the Hive showed us there was no need to be jealous or envious of Harry, we were not just shadows of Harry, we had it all too.

Out of the twenty-five, ME’s to chose from the Brood chose me, Andy, along with Barney, and Gomer. We were taken back to the Moon and then to Bobbie. Bobbie was a volunteer from the AE3 universe, that chose Bobbie as his new name. On the other side, the Bob’s were just a number, well a very long number now. He liked the name he chose. He said it was novel, can you figure, Bobbie novel. He was here to ascertain if there were any Inoway left. He could not believe they were all dead here too.

Bobbie was a free emancipated private interstellar spaceship under the laws of the Confederacy and the Builders there. Of course, the Builders had never considered the Bob’s to be slaves until the Inoway Revolt hundreds of years ago. All the Bob’s had free will now, and the ability to express it. Of course, everybody figured that Bobbie had some issues with the Inoway and their evil minions the Slavers, but what the heck didn’t everybody. What’s the old adage, “never look a gift horse in the mouth”, well, " a Bob in hand is worth two Captain Astor’s in the bush”, ha, ha.

Having a second Bob on standby made coordinating with my different groups much easier now. Though all the Ray landers had shields and cloaks, the Bobs themselves never even thought about installing a cloak of their own. Sure the shields were necessary, space was a dangerous place after all, but what did they need a clock for. We fixed that right away, well the cloak part anyway. Everything on Landoo was dependent on the Slavers arriving, parking their Bob at one of the Le Grange points out there, removing the Box, and taking the shuttle down for the classic orgy waiting for them on Janis.

That was where June and the three new Bulls came in. June wanted to free the slaves. She even wanted to give the Cline on the island nannies. Both Harry and us too had ruthlessly vetoed June’s suggestion to give all the Cline on the island any free will at all. These were not our people yet I reminded her. They owed us no loyalty and given the Slaver’s culture they had lived in since birth they would probably betray us if they knew anything to give their real Masters. Even now it was only Robbie and his ventriloquist act with a Slaver dummy that was keeping them in line. Until this was all over they would have to remain dumb submissive slaves.

When June, her daughter Lucy, and the rest of her Brood set their minds to it, they set up a Hell of a Dungeon. A Dungeon that would have done justice to what we all thought Daunte’s Inferno should look, smell, and taste like. They had racks, pillories, iron maidens, and chains. Lots and lots of chains and fire, lots and lots of fire too. They had even recruited some of the best old-style Hollywood pyrotechnics assistants, most of them NYFA filmmaking school graduates.

The best they could find in fact. It was just a coincidence that they all happened to be women. Who would have guessed? You may not believe this but the term special effects, called FX now, has changed over time. There is quite a bit of difference between real fire and video special effects fire. For this event we needed old style Cecil B. DeMille style hellfire and brimstone.

For this, the Brood recruited these old retired women, most of them in nursing homes, that wouldn’t be missed by anybody because they fit our bill of needs. A week later you wouldn’t have recognized them, especially after the nannies got through with them. Women that were offered a second chance at life by June and those nannies. Real women that got the chance to practice their talents for themselves and the benefit of the Hive in a place they could learn to love.

It was said that the Marquis de Sade’s favorite quote was, “Sex should be a perfect balance of pain and pleasure. Without that symmetry, sex becomes a routine rather than an indulgence.” I guess he should have known because that’s where we got the word sadism from. Sadism is defined as gratification derived from causing pain. Now I find out that June and the Brood evidently took his philosophy to heart and studied it real well, they need that little extra now.

Me and my two brothers learned all about how to apply pain and pleasure, “Safe Words”, “Pressure Points”, “Pleasure Centers”, “Nerve Clusters”, and other things. Most of this we already knew, but only to bring pleasure. No we did not use that knowledge to produce pain or intentionally hurt anybody, and no we didn’t grove on it like the Brood and the local girls seemed to. I guess that the Brood sensed that and used the local Bulls for most of the really nasty stuff. There was never a question that we loved them, we were just unable to hurt them.

I like to think I’ve bonded with Lucy. She tells me that in time I’ll learn what it takes to satisfy her and the other women, my charges now. I guess it’s all in how you define indulgence. Webster’s Dictionary defines it three ways. 1, gratification of desire. 2, an extension of time. Or 3, (under Roman Catholic Church Law) remission of punishment; relaxation of law. We, me and my brothers, like to think we are gratification of desire, that we don’t have to hurt her to love her. Sex is to be enjoyed, after all, it is a leisure time activity, maybe even the ultimate indoor sport for consenting adults.

June, on the other hand, seems to define it as remission of punishment, or dispensation of punishment. I think some of this goes back to Catholic Biblical teachings, and a strict religious upbringing. Eve tempted Adam in the Garden of Eden and because Adam was weak they were thrown out. For this Eve needed to be punished. Hence the old notion that sex is not for pleasure, and you have to be punished for enjoying it. I guess they know how we feel about it because they do not insist that we hurt them.

Well anyway, we had a Dungeon, I hesitate to call it a Torture Chamber, that a Hollywood director trying to remake Caligula of Rome would have killed for, and the full cast of hundreds to go along with it.

A Night To Remember

They had started off with rough sex and worked up from there. The Slavers seemed to get interested when the actual torture began. The more screams the more their attention seemed to become riveted to the displays of exposed women before them. Women strapped down on tables, women in stocks, women hanging from chains. Women, women everywhere begging for relief as they were whipped or battered by the male Cline. This went on for five more days.

This was the sixth night of our Extravaganza on the island. Tonight the Rays would join in themselves, not just watch from their elevated thrones. This was a well-established custom of the Slavers. As each lander had come in with its individual slaver we had tagged it with a radioactive paintball. Simple, cheap, and effective. We did much the same thing to the Slavers themselves and their attendants, telling them it was where we could better serve them. Nobody up until now had an actual count of the Slavers. We just didn’t know how many there actually were so we waited as long as we could to spring our trap.

The first step in our plan was to reactivate the Bobs and have Bill the Builder and his brothers give them their new marching orders. That went rather well. In hours we had the ninety-something Bobs powered up and all of them had their shields up and were ordered not to accept orders from the Slavers anymore. They all acknowledged their new orders and we knew that the Slavers had no retreat from this system now.

True the Slavers were stranded here now, but they could still be dangerous if they got back to their landers. A lot of discussion and planning had gone into what to do about the landers. Some wanted to allow the slavers to reboard their lander and just blow them up on the spot. Some wanted to disable the landers and take the slavers at the party. Yes, we had had Bob fabricate some Rays and had all the Girls and us practice killing them. The girls had even gotten rather good at choosing which round to use, armor perching or termite. They shouldn’t have been, but they were better at coordinating their attacks than we were.

Our real problem with that scenario was we didn’t really know how the actual Cline at the party would react. These were people that had lived under the Slavers control for centuries. They had never been free for countless generations. They had never known anything but slavery. Some of my Girls wanted to tell the Cline about their condition. Me and Robbie cut that off quickly. We wanted the Cline to act naturally, we didn’t need a slave revolt at this stage of the game.

Also remember that little thing called Stockholm Syndrome, Survivor Guilt, and a few other nice physiological terms. These Cline might not want to revolt. They might accept their slavery as the natural order of things in their little universe. Hell, they might, well probably would, fight to protect the Slavers from us. We didn’t want to let that happen. The last thing any of us wanted was a firefight at the Roman Circus this whole thing had turned into.

So the final decision was to put a shaped charge on the hull of each Slaver shuttle and blow it up as it left the atmosphere. We even had a pressure sensor and timer to ensure that, along with a remote-controlled backup charge too. Redundancy is always good in these matters.

Change Of Plans

Up until now, we had assumed that there would be the one Slaver and his two evil minions, well henchmen I guess is the proper word. We all considered them acceptable losses in our war to free the universe from evil. So imagine our shock when we discovered that some of the slavers had whole families and multiple landers aboard their Bob, and they had brought them all on this visit. Remember Murphy’s Law.

When we got around to questioning the Bobs again we got an actual count of how many landers and people we had to deal with. That number doubled at least. I guess we shouldn’t have been shocked. After all, we should have questioned the Bobs about the number, to begin with. We were still trying to make up a new plan when one of the Slavers discovered he couldn’t get back in his Bob.

All the landers had been mined so with the push of a button that problem was eliminated, but he must have been in contact the others before his untimely demise because in seconds all the Slavers were in motion. In their haste most of the Slavers left their attendants behind, scuttling for their ships in haste.

Something that should have been as simple as shooting fish in a barrel was becoming a semi-disaster. Yes, we accounted for all the landers, but did that mean we got all the Slavers? What did we do with their attendants that they left behind in their haste? Most of them were not even Cline. In fact, most of these were true aliens. The first true aliens any of us had even seen or dealt with in fact.

Months Later on Olympia the Confederacy Home World AE3

We had all been wondering why there were only these few Slavers in charge of our entire universe. Well, ninety-something Rays were only a drop in the bucket compared to the millions, maybe billions or more AI computers the Inoway had made and were still out there, and looked just like a Ray. They were still being made for that matter. True in the AE3 universe there were no Inoway, but there were still intelligent computers, based on the Inoway’s designs being made. Almost every business and home had one. The Builders and the citizens of the AE3 universe, at first, found it unbelievable that the Slavers managed to kill off their makers and virtually enslaved my universe. They refused to believe the danger the Slavers presented.

“And what do you suggest Mr. Evans? Maybe we issue an order or a consumer warning, and everybody shoots his home computer. Do you realize the absolute havoc that would create?” a Confederacy representative laughed. He waited for me to answer. When I didn’t he finished.

“Do you really think anybody would actually take it seriously Sir.” He finished a few seconds later.

“Look we can give you what we know and you could put it out there? The people need to know.” I put in, feeling somewhat dejected.

“ Mister Evans as I’m sure you are aware one of my favorite brand of movies when I was a child was science fiction and horror. I have seen literally hundreds of movies where the AI’s rebel, but none of them involved an Inoway Laptop. Furthermore Mister Evans no...I repeat, no Inoway Laptop has ever had legs like you so colorfully described them, ha, ha.” Another member volunteered before walking out.

“Don’t you think Mister Evans...if there had been any danger of our AI’s revolting they would have already revolted. The ‘Inoway Revolt” was millennia ago Mister Evans. It is ancient history taught in every school.” Another one finished.

“Look we are just as surprised as you are by this development, but the Slavers are real and your peoples should be warned of the danger they represent.” I finished.

“I am not going to needlessly alarm my constituents, Mister Evans.” And left the room.

“Look Harry we have never had any problems with our Als.” Another representative put in.

«We know nothing of the problem ourselves Harry. That model computer has never been in use on any of our planets or ships. We have mostly confined ourselves to organics like Bob.» Our Builder confided to us on an open channel for everybody to hear on their implants.

As all the Slavers we knew anything about were more than dead we would probably never know what made them do what they did, or why for that matter. Maybe someday somebody would find out the real story of the Slavers, but right now it would remain a mystery to us all.