“What kind of race are we talking about here?”He sighed. “These vampire buggers have been alive for longer than some planets. They can’t die.�...� At my look, he nodded a bit more emphatically. “I’m not fooling you. I’ve seen some of them get impaled through the heart, some decapitated, some lit aflame. All of them come back, eventually – not sure how, not sure why, but they do. Do you know what being alive for a few thousand years does to a brain?”I shrugged. “They...” I looked over at the others. If robots had been identical to humans then why would anyone have needed us in the first place?So while I can do a great deal to moderate the most extreme parts of myself, including dressing to conceal my body while limiting my overt behaviors to pass among most humans undetectably as one of them, it's the fact that I am different that ensures my continued existence. I only have to compete with other fembots, not with all the females, for my necessary share of the finite resources. He leaned back in the chair and took a sip of wine, then said, "What did you think about today, Princess?"Her eyes flickered up to his--then she lowered them modestly. "I missed you, Sir," she said quietly.He wasn't going to let her off the hook that easily. "And did you like cleaning the house for me?"Marie only debated for a second—he'd know if she lied, she reasoned—but she couldn't look at him.. "No, Sir." Why not?" It was—I was bored, Sir," she stammered. He could tell she wanted to add. ," Yvonne did not finish her sentence but the two women looked into each others eyes."Go and get your hairbrush Vonnie," said Sheila seductively.Yvonne went and got her hairbrush and her insides were turning with a mixture of dread and desire.The two women moved from the kitchen where they had been, to the living room. Sheila took a kitchen chair with her."Sheila, I am really not sure about this," said Yvonne. "We both fancy having a sore arse, if you do not want to go ahead with the sex thing.