“I’ll be to sell you...” her master explains.

“Sell me?” Then she’d never get the phone back. This would become her reality. She’d be trapped here like this. She couldn’t allow that.

“Yes pet. You’re lovely but I can’t afford to keep a poor investment. A breeder needs a good pedigree or else the get have little value...” he said. “Don’t worry. You’ll make some master or mistress happy if that happens. They’ll probably breed you too...” he says as they cross the road.

Jojo sees another Z-girl. A girl of Indian extraction. Small and curvy like her dressed in a playboy bunny outfit complete with ears and puffy tail. If Jojo were male still she’d sleep with her... she’d sleep with her now too. Had that Z-girl once been a guy too? It seemed possible.

They entered the Showgrounds and lined up to register.