“Not sure if virtual would be possible I enjoy having a hands-on assistant.”“If I am a hands-on assistant who will have me pinned to my desk for...hours with stimulating work, may I ask a few questions, please?” I ask, ready to fire off some questions.“You may ask a few,” as he nods his head to begin.“Is it your own business?”“In a way.”“Do you cater to people?”“It does but I cater to no one.”“Is it a big business?”“Semi-big.”“Does it involve numbers?”“Yes, as do most businesses.”“Does it involve. He shut the door and turned the key in the ignition. The system checks ran, lights flashing rhythmically on the instrument panel. The display screen went through the regular start up procedures and Max felt the Mako come alive. He kicked the gas and she lifted up off the ground. He spun her around quickly and Max saw the door was still down. ‘Wanna open this thing up for me?’ Max said after turning the VOX on. ‘Open Sesame,’ Robinson’s voice came over the speakers without emotion and the door. That kept her half satisfied until she graduated.Janelle exited onto forty-five and headed south. When she reached Mayfield’s city limits, she headed for Paris Road and her favorite treat before driving out to the farm to face the music. Over the years, the chicken place had relocated. The big sign now read ‘KFC’ instead of ‘Kentucky Fried Chicken,’ but when she entered, it was still Mr. Graham who greeted her. “Hello, Janelle, I suppose you want the usual?”The ‘usual’ was a pint of Kentucky. ‘Well done.’ He said. ‘Well done, Elisa. Now sleep.’ He snapped his fingers. Elisa didn’t know why he would say that of what was expected form her right now, she couldn’t just sleep on command could she? Yet she noticed her thinking slowing down, her vision blurry, she started to feel groggy and then she sank onto the floor. A voice from far away. ‘Deeper and deeper, when I snap my fingers you’ll go ten times deeper, you’ll sink ten times faster.’ A snap. A tingling in her brain. .