They have to treat us humanely, these days.
Not treated like PEOPLE, don't be a moron. But they can't just kill us. When our employment contract is over, the military isn't allowed to just rip the augmentations out and dump our flesh into the nearest dumpster. That's what they used to do, they used to treat us like disposable pieces of meat to stable cybernetics onto. But things are different these days, and so, the pieces of meat that people call "Pilots" are allowed to live.
At the same time, however, we're too dangerous to just loose back into society. They tried that once, and the poor hound responsible mauled six people. There's too much broken in us to be let out of our cages. They tried everything... But at the end of the day, a hound is a hound. We would never feel comfortable anywhere except in a cockpit of a mech, obeying the commands of our owners.
That was when the motorsport industry stepped in. They took us, they grabbed our leashes and dragged us into this new life. It's not so different from being in the military, really. We're still given numbers. We're still given handlers to tell us what to do. We still get to pilot mechs, and we even get the fun drugs that make us floaty and happy.
The only difference between military service and this is what we're doing. It's simple, and kind of funny too - It's greyhound racing, but scaled up. Fitting for hounds like us, I suppose.
The technicians strap me in with physical buckles, and then they plug in the chemical enhancers into my bloodstream. Dopamine and adrenaline flood my system, and all I want - all I can want - is this. Being used as nothing more than the engine of a vehicle, as meat to be abused and used. The sound of my Handler comes through the communications channel, and she tells me to get into the proper position. I guide the mech onto all fours like a proper hound, like the dog I am, and my Handler coos: "Good dog, good girl, good pet, good thing!" - And I sit in agonized bliss, right on the edge, waiting for the moment that the race begins.
All I have to do is win. And I get treats. All I have to do is win, and Handler will push me off the edge and make me feel so good.
The second the race starts, I howl like the fucking dog I am, and I run.
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