Far in the future, when Nuclear and Biological war has changed society beyond recognition the State recruits a new Population Control officer for the North East. He opened the door and there were freshly cleaned uniforms hung on racks like it was a clothes store, "Yep see Special Service, that's what the SS stands for. I got myself kitted out and when I was done Mr Weimar came back with a couple of mugs of coffee, "Mr Weimar," I asked.
Old but real good pre communist quality. He produced a box from somewhere, "I got you a pair of ultras," he said, "Matched pair, you wont need to worry which is which, use it charge it ok. He armed the stunners plugged in the change key and handed then handed them to me one to by one so I could set the palm pad recognition, "Use one, charge one," he reminded me, "Right feeding time!
He took me to the pens, it was awesome, there were sixteen main pens all eight feet below our walkway, guys to the left girls to the right all safety chained and collared, the ones that weren't out on work details that is, ten to a pen mainly, naked except their boots.
Men and women chained together naked in gangs in pens maybe ten feet square. I stared at the women in pen 2c first, heads shaved and naked, necks and wrists ringed with iron bands and chained collar to wrist so they could only reach down to their navels, and chained together collar to collar and branded with their serial numbers across their breasts and scalps.
There were maybe a dozen real chickens, roasted whole, like feathers and everything in a basket, "You must be Joe," a pleasant light haired slightly top heavy woman in her forties said as she went to shake my hand, "I'm Alice. They was wary, watching as the birds landed and it wasn't until the last was down that they started in on ripping them apart, it was worse than animals.
