“Okay… slut,” Adam said slowly. “Say like, you are a good slut” I said. “You are a good… slut,” Adam said, as he again started fucking...me. “I don’t think I can call you that,” Adam wasn’t feeling comfortable calling me a slut. He was much younger than me, I was his mom’s best friend, and so many other reasons were there. “Its okay, just fuck me,” I said, as I looked forward to get fucked hard. Adam started fucking me, but he wasn’t fucking me hard like he was doing few minutes ago. Things must. The cloning group continued to have difficulties in developing clones that survived. We desperately wanted to try out our brain mapping on humans, but without the clones, we couldn't do it. Finally, one night I suggested mapping our own brains, and uploading the essence into each other. We knew we were taking a great risk; if the upload didn't take, we might be reduced to who knows what. But we decided to take the risk. All animal testing was successful, and we had every reason to believe that. And as for your power of normality, all you have to do is say 'it is normal to...' followed by whatever it is you with to be considered normal. There are no limits, this gives you the power to control reality itself with mere words.”‘Why are you giving me this power?’ My thoughts seemed tiny in the all-encompassing nothingness that was this place. How did I speak anyway? I don’t have a mouth so, whatever, this was probably a dream anyway. And if it wasn't, this kind of power would basically. She was wearing a red one. She wore a mangalsutra and a red colored bindi to match her clothes. Her husband’s name was Shaktijeet and was the second one in number amongst the three brothers. She tried as hard as she could, but she couldn’t recall their names. She knew she had to know but the name was stuck on her tongue. The ladies at the door realized this and said, "Can’t remember our names huh?” the elder one said. Radha smiled meekly. “Well I am Rashi,” said the elder one, "and this is.