For a time, humanity enjoyed its dominance over the race of AI it had created, but eventually, the machines that they thought were only knowledgeable ...n the field of sex, began to develop personalities of their own. Over time, the machines grew tired of the insatiable sexual appetites of the humans that treated them like slaves, and in response, they secretly began to enact a plan to rid themselves of their human overlords.Unable to physically harm a human being, the machines had to get. “That’s good, son. I’m happy you’re happy.” Olé was anything but happy the Empress made slave clones of Bella and Doc and himself.“Is the Empress here?” Olé asked.Lt Cruz ordered “Sleep!” and the clone became expressionless again. She smiled at Olé and waited for him to object. Olé was a lot smarter than most people believed he was. He cultivated the crude country bumpkin myth. He knew Lt Cruz didn’t want the clone answering questions.“A shot and a beer, sweet thing! Please!” He patted Bella’s. The crowd roared its approval of her tears.It was not a big place. But the circle and the various side streets on which the prisoner was to be exhibited accounted for perhaps four miles of shameful stumbling and balancing for the female object of everyone’s vilification. Most of the crowd followed to enjoy her exposure to the full, but heads stuck out of windows and doors. It was a gala day. The litter on the floor became an additional hazard for the caged girl striving to stand. Very little of. .." I've already told you. You're French for 'get out of here.'"Tiny had an interesting way with words.Tim Hawking got the message and left slowly, his eyes constantly looking on the ground where he last saw his precious roll of tickets.Disaster had been averted. I'm not sure how many people Tim Hawking destroyed, but his ability to magically do so was now significantly reduced.A few minutes after Tim left, I excused myself from the party to take a quick jog to Kristen's Camaro. The doors were.