Her father realising her intention bowed in mock serfdom, excused himself saying he had a hot maid to attend too and she dismissed him with a flick of...the wrist and the crisp command “be gone” they both laughed at her royal type command. She sat in the warm sun the `Queen for a week’ and her ancient gardener, his name was `John’ and of whom she enquired regally as to his status both in the household and martially. He answered that he was head gardener and had been married but his beloved. Itwasn't there. All that was there was a pair of double doors with anemergency exit sign above them. I felt weak in the knees, and breathed deeply, trying to steadymyself. Okay, calm down. I opened my wallet, noting the cash in it, butalso noting with despair the identification with my face on it. I hadalready caught a glimpse of the face that I now had. I looked nothinglike my old self. If anything I looked like a leggy blonde who had afascination with medieval weaponry. Well, at least I would. "What's the hold-up on NSR processes going commercial?" The NSR process is still experimental but it works. Commercial use requires patents or copyrights. It takes time to get a patent, and then to market a product. The NSR process is restricted technology and only 13 people in Capitallia are licensed to use the technology. The Copyright, Patents and Trademarks Office is under-funded. By the way, the Conspiracy of Dreams exploited the slow Trademarks Office to get USR trademarks and sometimes. I called to tell him I had trouble with theauto-milker so he would come over. "I'm sorry to be so much trouble,Drake. I hope it's not an inconvenience," I cooed while batting myeyes."Nah. I like workin' wit you old broads. It makes me feel good ta helpyouse wit ya noo lives. Ya needs some attention from a guy, to makeyouse feel like real broads, ya know wuddeye mean? Sure, some a demcomes onta me, but fuhgeddabouddit, it ood be like doin' my mutha orsumpthin."I stopped batting my eyes. He fixed.