Hitting -- at the login screen popped up a login window. She entered "administrator" as she'd been told, without a password, and - miracle-of-miracles...- she was in, with full access! Two minutes later, following the instructions on her cheat sheet, the administrator account had a password, her password, and she had unlimited access.She pulled out the USB flashdrive, with all the software she'd been given for this task, and ran the first two programs. Just like that, his entire internet browser. ‘They are slaves,’ he told her, ‘They do not deserve to be treated like human beings. Order them, do not request that they do something, and never thank them.’ His pleas had fallen on deaf ears, Dana had been brought up to respect others no matter what their station in life and she certainly wasn’t going to break the habit of a lifetime. Consequently her slaves were very obedient and carried out her commands gladly, living in fear of possibly being moved to a stricter Mistress. She sat for a. The second level is where you still remember who you are and what it was like to be alive, but you can’t do a damned thing about anything on this plane.The third level you forget about your family and everything alive or involved in living. And the last level is when your family and everyone you loved, forgets about you or even ceases to remember that you ever existed. That becomes more than just dead, that’s as if you never existed.“So ... is that a yes or a no?” she asks.Her thin almost. Evelyn is a tall Black chick from Nigeria. She has an attitude up the yin yang. Once upon a time, I liked her. For a time, the feeling seemed mutual. Then I got to know Evelyn and quickly realized why she had no female friends, and no close friends of any kind for that matter. Evelyn and I hadn’t seen each other in months. She flashed a fake smile, and asked me if I could help her with something. One of my weaknesses is that I like to help people, even though many of them don’t always deserve.