." her voice trailing offJohn just smiled. “Woman, there is only one thing you have to give...and that is, well, YOU." She looked at him in total di...belief. And John said it again, "Yes Miss Wash...I said YOU…and I think you know which parts I refer to."As Alexis's shock turned to anger she leapt to her feet and shouted "YOU FUCKING PERVERT! The is NO WAY I'm going to be turned into a...a WHORE."John Cut her off with a shout "ONE - EMAIL!! ONE!!" and held up a finger to show who was in. Without her direct attention, and with the passage of time, John was indeed able to relax and soon his erection has subsided, and he let his legs fall to more natural open position, one shin touching his daughter’s shoulder where she slouched in front of him.It was still remarkably early, he thought, looking up at the clock. Sophia was thinking that too.She announced she was bored with the TV, and turning it off, added, “Are you feeling more relaxed now, dad?” As she said it, she turned around. They should have seen the rise of the machines. They should have stopped it ... but they’d welcomed them with open arms.He’d never seen a Confederate race outside of vids. He didn’t know if they were complicit or if they, like the humans, had just failed to see the danger. Hell, he wasn’t even absolutely positive they existed, though it stood to reason they did. He knew the score, though. The AIs. The machines. They’d risen and now they were in charge.Oh, they were clever about it. They’d. The kitchen seemed something from the late 80’s, early 90’s, with a white phone on the wall and white and yellow curtains on the windows, rather than blinds like everyone had now. She’d seen curtains in the living room, too. The man looked kinda 80’s.“Is this an old movie, Mom?”Mom said, “It chronicles a night in 1986, sweetie. Back before I was born. Mom was just 14 years old, then, as a matter of fact.”“Rebecca,” Dad cautioned.That maddeningly smile again. She looked at Elizabeth. “Are you.