She was in pink chudi with blue bottom. After reaching room, I ordered for food as her daughter was hungry, after food her daughter slept due to trave... tiredness. We both sat near in the sofa, by the time I changed my cloths and into boxer and t shirt. I slight put my right hand on her left thigh, she was watching tv as if she came for that. I slightly rubbed her thigh and put my hand on her shoulder, no reaction from her, now I kissed on her neck. She was mourning mmhaaa. I hugged her with my. It was a private area that had changed but that we wanted to share with the other.“No. For example, Rebecca was the name of my first wife but I didn’t and don’t recognize you as her. You just happen to have the same name. Or a variant. On the other hand, seeing Rachel almost sent me into shock. She was a flirtatious teen I fantasized about for sixty years. Then, suddenly she was flesh and blood, holding my hand and eventually making love to me.”“But she wasn’t part of this world?”“No. The. There it is. The words ring in my head and it's just as well that I don't have anything else to do but stand here and being felt up and down. I'd definitely fuck up any command right now as my mind processes the thought. She's the mistress, I'm the slave. That's what this is all about. I guess my subconsciousnes knew it all along, but only now did it allow the thought to enter my consciousness.Mistress and slave. Ok. So far, so bad. I don't want to be anybody's slave.The question is, can I do. The voyage was continuing as expected. It wasn't prudent for Beatrice and the space fleet to be granted independent freedom of movement. No human on the space ship was aware of a change in command. The current course of action was to do nothing other than wait until the Intrepid reached the Anomaly. Only then might there be a change of policy.However, this change happened rather more abruptly than Beatrice and her fellow robots had anticipated.One moment Beatrice was, as always, in constant.