NOTE: The term femborg derives from the term cyborg, there is no association with Star Trek type Borg in this story.
"All rise," said the court officer as judge Katyn entered the court room.
"Has the jury reached a verdict?" asked the judge.
The jury foreman stood. "We have, your honor. We the jury find the defendant, Yeony Parker, guilty of one count of driving while intoxicated, guilty of one count of reckless driving, one count of driving with a suspended license, once count of leaving the scene of an accident, five counts of failing to appear before her probation officer on two prior FDWI convictions, two counts of reckless endangerment, four counts of resisting arrest, and four counts of assault upon a peace officer performing official duties, three counts of manslaughter, and three counts of vehicular homicide."
Yeony began sobbing on her lawyer's shoulder as the verdict was read. Judge Katyn said, "Thank you, ladies and gentlemen of the jury. Before I commence with sentencing, may I have a word with the prosecution and defense in my chambers?"
"All rise," said the court officer as the judge left the court room, followed by Yeony's lawyer and the chief prosecutor.
The judge looked at the prosecutor. "Do you seek the death penalty?"
"Yes, your honor. This defendant destroyed an entire family. Two children have both been left paraplegic and quadriplegic, and both parents dead and another sibling dead. This while driving intoxicated with a suspended license from two previous DWIs. And then leaving them for dead as she fled the scene. The people seek the death penalty for this defendant."
"I'm inclined to agree." To the defense lawyer, judge Katyn said, "I assume you intend to appeal?"
"Your honor. My client wishes to surrender her right of appeal and be admitted into the CH-MEMS program in lieu of the death penalty."
The prosecutor let out a huff. "Another femborg?"
The judge glared at the prosecutor, then returned her gaze to the defense attorney. "Does your client realize that admission into the CH-MEMS program requires her to surrender all rights of appeal? Upon execution of the CH-MEMS procedure, there is no appeal or stay, and your client will be declared legally dead. Does she understand these facts?"
"Yes, she does, your honor. Further, your honor, my client is an attractive young woman. We believe that, as a CH-MEMS, she will bring a good price at auction to compensate the surviving victims and will benefit the surviving victims to a much greater extent than executing her."
The judge said, "You have 48 hours to submit the application or I will issue the sentence of death by lethal injection."
Yeony sat in her cell, day after day, week after week, only being let out into the prison courtyard for a half hour each day.
Yeony had made friends with one of the other inmates. She and Latoya talked about things that prisoners talk about. "Latoya," Yeony stammered. "What do you do about, er, you know?"
"I haven't had a man since I've been here. What do you do? I mean besides your fingers?"
"Hell, girl. Ain't nothing we can do. Used to be we could get favors out of the male guards for giving them some ass. You know, give and take? But now that they only allow female guards here, we don't get none any which way. Fucking puritan bastards don't even let us have vibrators."
"Not only that," said Yeony, but now I'll never get to finish _Wargasm_ or _Final Fantasy._
"What are those?" asked Latoya.
"Video games!" said Yeony. "Girls are gamer's too! I'm probably the only person in America who bought the 4-CD music soundtrack to _Final Fantasy 7_ imported from Japan."
"Never played a video game," said Latoya.
Several months later, Yeony walked over to Latoya on her courtyard break. "Whassup, girl?" asked Latoya as Yeony sat on the crumbling concrete stoop. "Something wrong?"
"The paperwork just came through. They're making me a femborg."
"No shit, Latoya. I'm scared. What's it like to be a femborg?"
"How the fuck do I know, girl? But I tell ya' what I hear."
"I hear you're wide awake and can watch everything you do. But you can't do nothing. Everything you do is controlled by your owner's remote control. Like your body is a radio controlled car or something."
"That's what I hear, too." Yeony sighed. "Maybe I should have just told my lawyer to let them kill me."
"Damn straight! I'd rather be dead than be some honky's robot slave bitch."
"Oh! Why did I do it? Why did I drive drunk and kill those people? Why did those fucking people have to be crossing the street just then? I'd have got home no problem. It was an accident. I didn't mean to hurt anyone." Yeony started to cry, and Latoya put her arm around Yeony's shoulder.
"Shit, Latoya!" Yeony sobbed. "I really fucked up my life!"
"We all done that good in here," said Latoya.
"I wonder what'll happen to me?"
"My half brother killed a guy in a bar and they turned him into a manborg."
"Really? What happened to him?"
"Last I heard, Ford or somebody bought the lot at auction and used them as crash test dummies."
"Hell, yeah, girl! You declared legally dead. It's just like they sell corpses to laboratories and shit. Legally, you're no different than a corpse to be bought and sold."
"Fuck! You mean I did that to escape execution, and whoever buys me can kill me anyway just for jollies."
"Yup!" said Latoya. "But they don't do that to young pretty girls. You'll just become a whore in some hellhole country."
"Gee, thanks, Latoya."
Latoya laughed, "Don't mention it."
Several weeks later, Yeony awoke in the prison hospital flat on her back on a gurney in the small recovery room. As the anesthesia wore off, she was momentarily confused, but then remembered. _Femborg. They just turned me into a femborg._
She tried to turn her head too look around, but couldn't. She tried to sit up, but she was strapped down. No. She wasn't strapped down. She just couldn't move. Immediately panicking, she took note of her body. She could still feel her body—-she could feel her back pressing down on the gurney, she could feel the starchy prison sheets draped over her body. But she was utterly motionless. She could feel herself breathing, and could hear her heart pounding. She looked left and right, and swallowed. At least she had that much control over her body. She blinked, looked around though her head remained stationary. And she could swallow and wiggle her tongue. But that was it.
Fear welled up and she tried to scream, but no sound emerged from her lips when the doctor finally came over to check on her. "You're awake, I see," he said.
Yeony merely blinked.
"Blink twice if you can hear me," he said.
She did so.
"Good. There will be some discomfort at the back of your neck for a few days where the control module was implanted and spliced into your spinal cord..."
At that, Yeony did feel a bulge pressing against the back of her neck as she lay there. It felt a little sore.
" ... beyond that, are you in any pain? Blink twice for yes, once for no."
Yeony blinked once.
The doctor poked and prodded her here and there, taking her pulse and blood pressure before moving on to other tasks.
_Locked in! That's what this is called, _ she remembered from reading about various medical conditions in the prison library over the past few months.
Tears dripped from her eyes as she lay there motionless and ignored for hours. But, finally, someone came over to her and fiddled with some gizmo. To her shock, she sat up without meaning to. Then she spun on the bed and stood. _What the fuck is going on?_ Some woman in a lab coat was holding some kind of box with two joysticks--a large and bulky version of a PlayStation controller. Yeony tried to speak, but was still mute. At least she could move her eyes around. She watched as the woman wiggle the joysticks, and her body responded accordingly. Yeony suddenly realized that the woman was controlling her body by remote control from that control box. Yeony turned left, and lost sight of the woman with the controller. She walked out of the recovery room and down a hallway. Yeony could hear the footsteps of that woman behind her as she passed several doors and found herself in a room with several other prisoners sitting motionless in metal folding chairs. Yeony walked over to an empty chair, turned, and found herself facing that woman who was controlling her body. The woman did something on the controller, and Yeony sat on the chair. Finally, without a word the whole time, the woman set Yeony's controller on a counter top and left the room.
Yeony could see the other borg people out the corner of her eyes sitting in adjacent chairs. But try as she might, she couldn't speak or move.
.... There is more of this story ...