Shona had volunteered for 'slave duty' at the local museum; she was out of work and the bills still needed paying. She hadn't realised that the 'post' was a permanent, live in one...

She had woken up in the cage, her new metal 'clothing' still hot from where it had been welded onto her.

Something from the collar had also pushed through her neck from the front, destroying her vocal cords; the heat of where it was welded on had cauterised the wound, so she had stopped bleeding long ago.

All she could do was moan weakly as people stared at her in her cage, which was also welded shut, begging people to help her.

Once again, nobody knew she was real; Especially since a very professional make up job made it look like there was wiring further down her body, as well as completely concealing her vagina and anus.

Shona was 'serviced' nightly by a machine that was supposedly recharging her batteries; what it actually did was inject her with nutrients and remove waste.

The supervisor came in on the third day; she smiled and, as no-one else was there, leaned through the bars and kissed Shona.

"Thank you for your sacrifice", she said. "You have saved the museum. If you're still alive when the exhibit closes at the end of the month, I'll keep you as a pet. After all, you're no use as a normal human anymore..."