Richard was not what he would consider a common thief. He lived in the outskirts of what was considered the civilized world now, occasionally making forays into this new "eutopia" in order to scavenge for supplies. His purpose was essential in the new world order as the resistance camps around the globe were filled with men who could no longer, or would no longer navigate the new world. Ever since the Femina Corp. had become tired of waiting for the men that held out on adapting to the new world, they had lobbied to enact the Femina Command. The Femina command was essentially the capture, and re-education of all males who resisted a new peaceful society. Their privelages and rights revoked in all cases to be used for the betterment of society. Richard was the stereotypical white male, of an average height in the United States. His short brown hair cut tight to the scalp, his blue eyes dull grey almost when viewed by others in outside lighting.
While going throught the cupboards and examining the pantry to shove food items in the bag, he kept his ears open for the sound of an incoming car. He listened to the echoes in the home as though expecting the residents to come home any time from their schedule for the day. Though near evening, this home had been monitored for a long time, and on friday nights the residents rarely came back home before ten pm. His hands shoved various canned foods, crackers, and other non-perishables into the bag while his eyes roamed continuously over his surroundings. The polished granite counter top, the nicely rounded open archway from the kitchen to the living room, etc. What drew his attention the most however was the sudden growing of the sound of helicopter blades whirring far away. He kept his ears open as he moved to the fridge, and searched for various other foods that could be taken reasonably back to camp for a quick fix on appetites. The whirring of the blades grew closer as he more cautiously closed the fridge and stepped towards the back door of the house. Suddenly a bright beam pierced the windows at the side of the kitchen and the helicopter moved into position directly outside of the house from the sound of its rotors.
"Step outside with your arms up... do not try to run", a confidant female voice said over the loudspeaker that was mounted at the nose of the helicopter.
His heart leaping into his chest Richard had no idea how he had been caught, but refused to be taken too easily. He knew it was inevitable with the technology that they had, however perhaps he could at least make it to a drop point and make sure the food was redeemed. He tossed the sack of food over his shoulder and raced out the back door towards the woods behind the home. The bag jostling his shoulder, his worn boots absorbing each footfall of his frantic pace. Through brambles and bushes he raced, never outpacing the helicopter overhead. He sought the long run off piping which was just ahead. The construction of it should cover his heat source, and all the branching offshoots would ensure anyone that followed him would be lost. His breath coming out in ragged puffs, he kept running towards the opening when just ahead only twenty feet ahead of him a loud crash could be heard, as well as a voluminous puff of dust forming. He halted quickly unsure of what exactly had landed, although he had worries in his head that perhaps it was a cerberus unit. As soon as that thought filled his mind, two narrowed red eyes pierced the dirt cloud and a semi robotic growling could be heard from the landing spot. He quickly dropped the bag he was holding and sprinted off to the right where he hoped the undergrowth would obstruct the path of the cerberus unit.
"Capture and contain protocols inititiate", the same strong female voice echoed over the loudspeaker.
Behind him he could hear the solid echo of the cerberus' bark, and shortly thereafter the heavy strikes of it's paws as it thundered towards him. Try as he might to zig zig through the brush the sound of it's unnecessary panting drew closer and closer until without warning it bounded in front of him and released a loud bark that pierced his ear drums with a pain that gave him immediate vertigo. He dropped to his knees immediately clutching his ears as the cerberus unit quickly came towards him, and then behind him. The cerberus unit was designed for a rather unique capture method. Much larger than a normal dog, it was three times the size of a large canine. mostly robotic with a section of itself semi-organic to facilitate captures in a demeaning way. The dog lifted up onto his hind legs as its chest cavity expanded to the sides, tendrils of silicone nanos quickly latching around Richard to prevent any further attempts at escape. The cerberus' forelegs, and hindlegs opened as well before it fell down over top of him. The nano tendrils quickly moving and positioning Richard within the unit to ensure that it could fully enclose him. A small mouthpiece was positioned over his mouth as well as a large cup being fit over his genitals. These would facilite oxygen provision, and prevent any leaks of fluids which may be an unpleasurable cleanup later. The cerberus shook and shimmed like a dog shaking off water from its coat in slow motion until Richard was pulled into the interior of its form. Forced into a dog like position the tendrils retracted and the silicone interior vacuum sealed creating more room for the servo motors, and machinery to function optimally around the captive.
His ears still ringing, but the vertigo wearing off all he could see was darkness as without his will he felt his body being moved like a dog inside the cerberus. Bounding back towards the capture team which had released this abomination upon him. He could not see, or hear outside of the cerberus containment but could feel when the thing sat back on its haunches forcing him to do the same. He could not tell how long the cerberus unit was like this but soon felt it stand back up and begin walking. Though he could not tell where it was walking to he could tell the gentle slopes were aiming generally down. He had never seen anyone returned from the inside of a cerberus capture unit...what if he was just forced to remain within this facsimile of a dog. Left in the dark, supplied air and food through tubing. What if this was all that happened and he was kept alive within this giant dog and unknowingly aiding in the capture of his fellow men? As he began to panic from being inside the cerberus for so long, left alone with all his worries suddenly he felt the cerberus lift up and literally drop him from its lower cavity onto a concrete floor. More quickly than the capture had gone, the beast dropped back down to all fours, its openings closing quickly and growled as it backed out the door, ensuring that he would not try to follow it. Looking around the room he noticed it was an empty 6X6X6 chamber made of concrete. He pounded his fist upon the floor but all that followed was a sickening schloppp as it turned liquid, and then solid again when his fist raised back up in shock. Gently touching it would allow no give, but apparently, in an effort to prevent self harm any strong force would cause it to liquefy partially. He hated the Femina corp. for thinking of everything seemingly. Although as he began to feel pity for himself a woman walked in and placed a small disk on the floor between them.
The disk immediately formed from the bottom up a steel table and two chairs out of the same nano materials they used for many of their other technologies. The use of seperate particles and atoms, which through focused energy introduction would cease to be individuals, and form into a solid material.
"Sit, get comfortable...we have much to discuss. I am Sergeant Rodriguez, a member of the capture team which apprehended you", she said.
Sergeant Rodriguez was a 5'6" Latina woman with her black hair pulled back in a regulation ponytail. She had stunningly beautiful and strong facial features, as well as a fit body beneath the standard uniform that she wore. Her brown eyes piercing as she took a seat opposite the table from him. Her eyes focused on Richard intently as she gestured to the chair closest to him.
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