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Chapter 7 by Moot Moot

What does the drone determine?

The drone determines she is a pig!

The scan came to a halt. "Subject is a pig, unable to identify, tracker and tag required." The drone concluded. "How DARE you!! I am NOT a fucking pig!!" Jessica yelled at the drone. She was incredibly furious, pigs were fat and ugly, did that mean the drone thought that of her!? Her mind raced, she absolutely mortified.

The drone thrusted itself forward and carried Jessica down the dirt track. Unable to see where she was being taken, Jessica had lost her bearings very quickly. After a few twists and turns, the drone hovered over a large fenced area. It was very muddy and smelt horrendous. Jessica curled her nose and tried not to gag at the smell. This was clearly the pig pen.

The drone carried Jessica over to a large wooden shack, the reporter was dumped against the wall. Jessica cringed as she felt the cold mud slither all over her butt and legs as she sat on the muddy pit. Before she could make a run for it, one mechanical hand firmly placed itself against Jessica's chest and held her in place.

Jessica was about to flip, her patience had definitely been tested. "Look here you retarded piece of junk! I will NOT be-- YWEOOWW!!"

Jessica suddenly yelped in pain, she felt a sharp sting in her left ear. "YEEOOOWW!!" She felt another sharp sting in her neck. Two mechanical arms from the drone had pounced on the reporter, one held a needle while the other peirced her left ear. A bright blue tag was hooked onto her freshly peirced ear, it had a number written on it as if Jessica no longer had a name.

"You fuck!! What was that!?" Jessica yelled at the drone. "Tracking device implanted and pig is successfully tagged. Depositing with the rest." As if on cue the drone had responded. Steam grew out of Jessica's ears as she was once again picked up. A tracking device was not good, that meant the drone would know where she is at all times...

An aggressive and angry Jessica was launched inside the wooden shack. She landed face first I between a couple of very large and fat pigs. Jessica quickly sat up and ran toward the door. The drone was able to slam it shut before she got there. The reporter tugged and slammed on the door, but it had been locked. "FUCK! SHIT!" She yelled and panicked.

Jessica turned around, she felt defeated. Her eyes widened when she could see rows of pigs, all asleep. "This is a nightmare.."

What's next?

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