You open the door with your baseball bat in hand, to a British officer. "Hello there, would you and your wife mind following me?" He said in his heavily accented voice. You turn to him and say "I'll pass." Raising your bat over your head. He then pulls out a pistol and says "Let me rephrase that. Come with me." You then follow his order and grab your wife by her arm and follow him out the door and to a bus like vehicle with no seats, and about thirty other people standing in it.
You are then all drove to the coast, where they dock you and seemingly infinite amounts of busses into huge cargo ships. You are standing in a crowded, huge room for about a week before you reach the dock you are intended to reach. They end up separating you and your wife as they unload you into facilities where they have constant videos on loops being played.
A woman who has a wide grin appears on the screen, saying in a British accent "welcome to hub #43. You are now property of the British empire and being prepared to be enslaved and sold to the people of our great country as slaves." You then realize the situation you are set in as they process the line you are in. You make your way to the front of the line, and when you reach it a shot is injected to your arm and you pass out.
When you wake up you feel something strange as you look in your rust to see a chip of some sort lodged inside of you. A voice then yells "Get ready for auction!" And you look around you to see other Americans waking up in a cell with you. The metal door then opens as a man grabs a chain which has all of you attached to it and starts walking outside.
You are blinded by the light as you step outside into what appears to be a city square in the center of London. You then watch how the auction works as there is a crowd of people ready to take part in this retelling of history. You then watch a man unmatched from the chain and brought up on the stage as the bids start coming in.
"Fifty!" "Sixty!" "Three hundred!" You hear yelled as the auctioneer hits his gavel. You then test your eyes, and daydream, before you finally realize that it is you being taken up to the stage. You glare into the audience, as people whisper to each other. The auctioneer starts off the bidding and you hear quite large sums being yelled.
"Eight Hundred!" You hear. "One Thousand!" "Two thousand!" "Ten thousand!" You hear the crowd going silent. It stays this way for ten seconds before the auctioneer hits his hammer and yells "Sold!" You are grabbed by your hands and taken into the audience to your new owner as you see
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