. the bottom of the pod, the warm goo covering me, the hair wetly stuck to my head, face and shoulders, my fingernails scraping my palms. My ears ... ...he sounds ... I hear the air rushing in and out of my lungs, the hum of the machines, my own heart beating...Smell is a refuge. Taste too. There is very little to smell or taste right now, so I try to focus on that. Even so, I feel my nostrils and sinus burn with air every time I draw breath.How do humans deal with all the data? Their minds can't. The houses were decorated and the open house set before I even knew what was going on. I found out about it at breakfast with the Bobbsy twins just a week after the houses were pronounced finished and ready for business."So we have scheduled the first open house for this Sunday. The Ad is coming out in the local paper as well as in the Metropolis paper today. It is important that we make a good impression," Jeremy said."Does that mean you don't want me anywhere around," I asked."Oh no, it means. ”William Shirer (historian)That spring of 1940 was a time of mass confusion.It was a time of panic and chaos and it was a time for dark shroud of death to fall over an entire continent. Of course, things on the other side of the word were developing at their own pace leading me to only half of the debacle that was World War II. The War in the Pacific has been excluded from this story because of the complication of competing armies, competing high ranking figures and styles of warfare that were. One day whilst home alone, the phone rang and innocently she picked the handset and suddenly froze to the spot."My little slut! You recognize my voice, don't you? I have some instructions for you!" the voice said.An almost trembling Andrea barely managed a "yes master!"The telephone voice continued, "You will shower, freshly shave that horny little fuck slit of yours and wear a mid thigh skirt and blouse, no underwear! You will then drive to this address and present yourself there at 7 pm this.