Another connection was also made to a socket on our crotch-plates and from them all, long, coiled wires led to elaborate panels beside each exercise machine. We soon discovered to our horror that there were limiters set into the computer memories in these panels, so that if we started to slack off, we’d be given horrible twitching shocks to encourage a greater effort_
If we continued to goof off, the agonizing shocks increased in frequency, duration, and severity, leaving each of us in helpless tears, screaming into our gags for most of our time in the gym. Eventually, our endurance began to increase, but the improvement was almost worthless, for the guards kept adjusting the limits to higher and higher levels, thus forcing us to work harder and harder.
We still hadn’t seen our Master, a
