Prologue.

Mr. Julian Mao was lying on the spacious marital bed and blissfully looking at the mirrored ceiling. On his chest, his dream, his joy and his curse slept quietly. His lucy. In the mirror, he saw her long black hair covering almost all of his, not so young already, body below the neck. He was afraid to breathe, so as not to disturb the harmony and peace that reigned between them at that moment. He looked and could not see enough on her smooth white skin, on the elegant line of the spine, on the dimple on the lower back, which passes into the rounded velvety hemispheres of the buttocks, on the long slender legs spread out to the sides. He recalled that very tender, intimate, lustful, located between these beautiful legs. What he enjoyed all this crazy night. From whose bud he drank so long, eagerly and persistently, and still could not get drunk with sweet, fragrant juices, into whose hot gates he repeatedly let in his wild hungry beast, whose bowels were irrigated with his seed. His masculine nature was beginning to wake up again, when suddenly he heard a noise and screams in the corridor.

The door swung open and a disheveled and angry woman, his wife, appeared on the threshold. Once upon a time he fell in love with her for that red hair, now turned into graying hairs, for this ardent temperament, which has now become a wild hysterical jealousy. In her hands she sparkled a long kitchen knife of the best Japanese steel. Pre-war rarity, bought by Mr. Mao at auction. The guards tried in vain to stop her, but she only embarrassed me from behind, afraid to touch her host's spouse.

- Oh, you old dog! On the young you, then pulled, huh ?! While the wife is on the waters, fucking your mother, heals her non-healing spiritual wounds, he means fucking ?! You bitch guts! Now you have a dance! And your little fucking too!

She raised the knife and stepped inside. Lucy woke up and only managed to say:

- Who is there, honey? - Back she did not have time to turn around.

***

Part 2. Ji and Kiki.

- We, a detachment of flowers, solemnly swear! - The voice of Mistress Dahlia was ringing and solemn, as always.

- We swear! - no less solemnly repeated girls.

- We swear to serve until the last breath!

- Until the last unit Juice!

- Until the last movement of the perfect body!

- Until the last blow of the atomic heart!

- Until the last flash of bright mind!

- Oh, great Corporation, how majestic and perfect is your leadership! There is no one like him! It is created for our happiness! And our happiness is in the greatness of our Corporation!

- Her perfection is our joy!

- Her power is our strength!

- Her wealth is our peace!

- Her wishes are our work!

- Her safety is our concern!

- Her prosperity is our duty!

“Glory to you, our Perfect Corporation!”

- Glory through the ages!

The girls sat at the desks.

The teacher adjusted her formal suit and began classes.

- Today we received a new task from the master Marmillon himself. - Mentor is clearly injected intrigue. - It was for this assignment that we invited our new one, Kiki, to us. We also need the most experienced of girls. - Dahlia walked through the class. - Ji, it will be you.

The rest of the girls turned their heads in her direction.

The fiery-red, tall girl gave her unexpectedly low voice:

- Yes, madam.

“Madame, but you know that I am the best Juice picker,” Gerda’s voice remained, as always, languid, and her look cold.

- Master Marmillon best.Especially since Kiki will be a picker this time, and Ji is needed for safety.

The teacher took a pause and continued:

- Especially since the girls are sent to the City.

In the class ran admiring maiden sighs.

- Oh, the city! Girls, how I envy you! - Marie sang in her sweet voice. - How many times have you been there, but always like the first time! - She dreamily rolled her gray-green eyes high into the ceiling, and even through him, somewhere far above the clouds, into infinite outer space.

“So they are not going for a walk,” Gerda snorted.

- Girls, quiet! - Mentor was obviously not joking. - The case is serious. Our gymnasium has recently produced too little juice, and a good harvest should be obtained on this task. The future of the gymnasium, the future of the squad depends on the upcoming operation. And yours as well! - She threw a caustic glance in the direction of Marie.

Marie could blush deeply, but did not include this emotion. It would be too theatrical, given that the audience was not here.

- Now I will hold a daily morning briefing. After instructing Ji and Kiki upstairs, to master Marmillon, and the rest, as usual, to mentor Quint.

***

Master Marmillon sat at a massive oak table and carefully looked through the glasses at the girls. Both stood quietly, arms crossed in the abdomen, in a pose of attention. The master coughed and began:

- And so, girls, tomorrow you go on a very important task. I hope the mentor explained to you the seriousness of the situation and brought up to date?

“Yes, master,” the girls answered in chorus.

- Kiki.

- I'm listening, master.

- I look, you have already brightened the skin and changed the color of the eyes. You enter the image, well done!

- Thank you, master.

For girls cyborgs change the pigmentation of eyes and skin is not difficult. With a strong desire, as well as the intervention of knowledgeable people, the transformations could have been much more serious. But to change the color of the eyes and skin needed only a team of a mentor and a slight effort of will.

- Mentor Dahlia already had to fully introduce you to the course of the task, so I will not repeat, for you it is unnecessary. - The master got up and walked over to the girls, put his heavy hairy palms on their shoulders. - I just wanted to say that I hope for you more than ever. I understand that even in case of failure, the maximum that you face is a flashing of your matrices into another body. But the gymnasium ... Gymnasium then, not afraid of the word, fucked up, girls. Full and hopeless fucking! - He squeezed their narrow shoulders. The girls did not even budge.

Master again went to the desktop. The girls saw how his bull neck and shaved head glisten with sweat. Master Marmillon was clearly not a little worried. He poured a tea-colored liquid from a decanter into a thick-walled low glass and drank it in one gulp. I thought a little, moving powerful junk.

- I have only one strict order for you: in no case, I repeat: DO NOT, in any case, bring the matter to the utilizer. Leave at least ten units of Juice. Yes, there is usually enough two or three, but here we can not take risks. The object is too important bump. Better not let us get fifty units of Sok, but do not tarnish the reputation of the gymnasium. I ask you not as a master - a student, but as a father - of daughters. Will you not fail old Marmillon, my daughters?

- No, no, master. We perfectly know that in the City it is impossible to use the utilizer

- And never violated this rule. And we will not break in the future. We swear

- We swear!

- Well done! - Master approvingly slapped his palm on the tabletop. - You can go.

The girls turned around.

- Oh, yes, I almost forgot. To the glory of the Corporation!

The girls turned and shouted:

- To glory through the ages!

***

The girls walked along the wide avenue of the City, the heels of their boots ringing resonantly on the stone pavement. They were dressed “civilized” for the operation: high black boots, tights with holograms, short pleated skirts, light tight T-shirts and autumn jackets with killer whales smoothly jumping into the ocean and roaring and snorting tigers.Kiki tried not to show the sight, but still stared at her in all eyes. On clean, shiny streets, on wide squares, on parks buried in verdure, on bright shop windows, on tall glass houses, on car speeds, on numerous passersby walking