James Chambers: Defender of Humanity.

James had been just a few weeks shy of his eighth birthday when Judgement swept across the world. James had been spared from the change, unlike his older sister. James had always known that Elizabeth was selfish and a liar. So when the teenager got turned into an orc, it had made it a lot easier for young James to believe the televangelists when they said that God had passed His Judgement upon man and beast kinds. James had not been a total fundamentalist. As he progressed through school, James had tried to keep up with the growing study of what the scientists were calling 'motonic physics' as the academics and engineers struggled to make sense of the supernatural phenomena happening all around them. As James started using social media, the young man’s newsfeed was a never ending cavalcade of beast-folk and monster attacks, human terrorists calling themselves the 'Faunex Rights League' blowing up buildings and helping monsters to ****, kill, and eat innocent people. James's friends and next door neighbors Cory Patton and his twin sister Kendra showed James the sites on the darkweb where uncensored versions of those videos were even worse. It was all enough to make James happy when Congress passed the Monster Control Act.

“It is not fair.” Elizabeth said when her parents brought her home from being registered as William and Cassandra Chambers’s chattel ****. “I didn’t do anything wrong. I am a good person. I do not deserve to be a ****.” The barely eighteen year old orc girl whined.

“Reverend Felbet says that you are not a person. And if you had been good, God would not have taken away your soul and turned you into a monster.” James said to his older sister.

“You bastard! Come here so I can AAAHHAHAHAAAAHHH!…” Elizabeth might have torn young James limb from limb if her father had not used the shock feature on the **** collar to subdue the green skinned savage that had once been his baby girl.

“Enough of that.” Bill said to his daughter in a calm, matter-of-fact tone. “Any more outbursts like that and I will call the jaegers and wholesale you.”

“What!?!” Elizabeth’s tone was overwrought with shock and fear. “Daddy. Please.”

“Technically, I might be your father, but I am not your Daddy, not anymore. From now on, I am your Owner and Master.” Bill said. The man’s words sounded as if he had been rehearsing them in the mirror for weeks. They were words that society demanded he say, even if his heart was not in them.

“Mommy!” Elizabeth pleaded. “It is me, your Lizziebell. Don’t…”

Elizabeth’s words were cut off when Cassie Chambers barked the words “Shut your verda mouth.” Hearing her mother use such a derogatory expletive that had become popular among hate groups for orcs, goblins, and trolls caused Elizabeth to wince as if she had been physically struck. “You are lucky we keep you around at all. You are a monster. Monsters do not speak when humans are speaking. Good monsters get to be good slaves, bad monsters get put down. Do you understand, ****?” Elizabeth went silent.

“Regardless of what Reverend Felbet says.” William jumped in. “The fact of the matter is that.” Bill paused to find the right words. His brow creased with the struggle of finding the truth amidst all this insanity. “You are not, legally, a person anymore. Stop expecting to be treated like one.”

After a long silence, Elizabeth said. “Yes. My Owner.”

James enjoyed being a **** owner. For one thing, it made him popular. “And she has to do whatever you say?” Cory asked James when he, Kendra, and Kendra’s friend Mary Olenik came over to see his ****. Previously, James had had to share the game room with Elizabeth, now it was his personal playroom. Before, Elizabeth had made people nervous. Now, they looked at the collared greenskin with fascination. For her part, Elizabeth looked at them like they were hyenas getting ready to rip her apart.

“She sure does.” James said with a smile as he held up his phone. “I have the app for her collar. Gives me GPS tracking, realtime audio visual, and…” The orc girl screamed when her little brother used her **** collar’s shock feature. “...For when she gets uppity.” James said with a grin.

“That is so cool.” Kendra said.

“Can I touch it?” Mary asked. “Is it safe?”

James smiled. “Of course it is safe. I have trained her myself.” It was true. James had read a bunch of articles online about **** etiquette and proper position names and **** Elizabeth to learn all of it, just for moments like this. “Elizabeth, Nadu! Table! Good girl.” James smirked as the greenskin quickly and gracefully moved from one position to the next.

Mary squealed with glee. “That is so cool!” She said before running her fingers over the orc girl on her hands and knees.

James's sister had been the family's first ****, but she was far from their last. Bill had gotten a job at a startup that was working on the cutting edge of engineering applications to the new Mana Field Theory that the university professors were saying explained how elementals can manipulate the forces of nature or how da Fffffuuuuhhhcccck the three genies just break reality, but only when someone holding their totem makes an 'I wish...' statement. Bill’s work on gravomagnetic actuators had involved the development of a few novel alloys of the iron derived family of exotic matter compounds that most people referred to as ‘neosteel’. The patents on which had made William Chambers quite wealthy.

James had watched their life transforming slowly. First Bill bought his family another ****, then they started going on more vacations to better places, then another new **** along with the new cars; both automatic and self-driving, then another new **** along with the country club membership, then a pair of new slaves and a centaur when Bill bought a smart mansion in an one of the newly built exclusive brand-name enclaves that promised complete safety from both human and inhuman threats. “Our A.I. sentry drones monitor the whole compound, our onsite security is fully equipped with M2 armed robo-dogs and hellfire munitions. On the off chance something higher than a category four breaches our perimeter, we have The Iron Legion on standby and they can be here in less than three minutes at hypersonic.” The real estate agent had told Bill and Cassie before the conversation turned to the **** stables.

As The Kaiju Crisis devastated Los Angeles, San Francisco, Singapore, Sydney, Tokyo, Amsterdam, Mumbai, Manilla, New York, and Baltimore, the United Nations finally got its act together to form the New World Authority. Bill and Cassie Chambers were both shocked and anxious at how quickly the world's governments had signed over their sovereignty to The General Assembly and the newly formed Executive Council, but thirteen and a half year old James had been neither surprised nor worried. The young man had seen enough videos of the wanton savagery and destruction to know that the human race had to come together if we wanted to survive in a world infested with monsters. James had loved watching the videos of the first prototype mechs sending monsters bigger than elephants back into the sea almost as much as James loved watching the big military parades of fifteen to fifty foot tall titans of neosteel, adamantite, and miles upon miles of superconducting cables striding down Broadway to celebrate Unity Day. James especially enjoyed seeing the newly captured beast-folk being **** to march in the processions. It showed them who were the masters and who were the slaves. James remembered when the slaves started sporting their new psi-collars that made sure slaves obeyed humanity as The Master Race in general and their lawful owners in particular and thinking that the days of revolts and uprisings were over. He was wrong of course, but James had noticed that ever since his dad had had their own slaves fitted with psi-collars, Elizabeth, Claire, Bilbo, Frodo, Arwen, Gimli, Vara, Bara, Mara, Zara, and Jada had all become a lot less uppity and a lot more diligent in their work. Bill had tried to explain how the collars worked to James, something about using quantum entanglement to encode engrams using moton projectors or something. James was more interested in armor, both the kind you wear and the kind you pilot.

On his fifteenth birthday, James all but dragged his mother down to the mech-yard and practically **** her to sign the waiver that let James train on a real mech-frame. James passed the test with ease, surprised how much the simulations had prepared him for the real thing. They had told James that he had a knack.

James had been recruited to a competitive mechathlon team. Sports had fallen out of fashion for a while with public gatherings having gotten the reputation of being dangerous. Mech sports helped make people feel safe going out into the public again. James loved it, the feeling of power one got from piloting a two hundred ton miracle of motonic engineering and feeling yourself become one with the machine. When he was jacked into the pilot’s helm, doubt, fear, and hesitation just fell away. James dreamed of going professional. He could imagine all the girls that would throw themselves at him, the sponsors that would be lining up to put their logos on his armor, the powerful mechanical titan he would be able to build and pilot against the kaiju, terrorists, nationalists, and all the other enemies of the NWA. On his eighteenth birthday, James's mother and father watched their son score in the 99% percentile for his mech-pilot's license. James Chambers felt like a god when he was handed the card which made him officially a mech-jack, rated for up to thirty five feet with his flight certifications.

James finished senior year of high school with high honors and even won awards in chemistry and engineering when he successfully demonstrated the process by which gold and copper transmuted into Exotic Matter Compound 0041, colloquially known as orichalcum, and showed how it was used to multidimensional engineering and pocket-dimension formation. Like all young adults living under the NWA, James was required to complete four years of mandatory service to The Race. Most young men spent their four years patrolling the wilderness for rogue monster nests or carrying out raids on suspected sympathists, monster-lovers, nationalists, and people harboring wild monsters in need of collaring. But for James, his dreams of being a mechathlete would die before it began if he was not selected for knighthood.

Spots in the Mech-**** were highly coveted. Unless your family was rich enough to buy you your own giant robot, the competition to be the one riding a fully loaded war-mech into battle against giant freaks and abominations from the deep was fierce.

When nineteen year old James Chambers received news that from now on, he was Knight-Cadet James Chambers, it was the happiest moment of his life. James, William, and Cassandra shared a group hug as the family jumped up and down for joy. Elizabeth and the other slaves watched silently as they waited for orders.

"I am so proud of you." Cassandra Chambers said, taking her son's hand and dragging him towards the family garage. "Come on, I think it is high time you had a couple of personal sex slaves." James's mom said. “Elizabeth, Jada, come.” Cassie commanded her orc and neko **** girls before masters and slaves got in the self-driving car. James heard the familiar sound of the atomic batteries achieving power as the turbine's got to speed causing the car to hum to life before the spacious auto-carriage cruised toward their destination at a steady three hundred miles an hour.