My hubby suggested that I should do a little dance for them since we had lost. He went to switch on a fast-paced music and soon it filled the hall wit... dancing mood. I just had to dance as it was one of my favourite song. I stood up and started swaying my hips to the tune. They were all clapping their hands in tune with the beat and started to chant along with the song, "Your body, my body. Everybody move your body."The wine sure did make me high and I was starting to dance more daringly. I. In India, there is always noise and movement, even out in the country. It’s not bad though; it adds to the charm of the country. You never feel alone, like in the US. There are always friendly people around, and everyone seems to smile at you.I knew it was late when I awoke. The sun had climbed high, and I could here the sounds of the servants cleaning around the house. I got up and went to a small sink in the hallway, where we brushed our teeth. Manish was awake, bathed and had already gone. But no living dolls, certainly no AI Girl like this. Eventually my Ex gave away the collection to some neighborhood girls. She didn't understood. She just smiled when I complained about it afterwards. She seemed incapable of even comprehending my need. Nobody ever wanted to believe a man might need them.We tried for a daughter, but it never happened. Now here I was, alone again, in a new house. Yet there she was, the doll I'd always dreamed of in those quiet secret moments.Eventually I cracked. If genetic memory served her correctly, this is how it had always worked, forcing people to reinvent themselves if only to survive. There was a time for every purpose no matter how dastardly its manipulation.While she couldn’t understand how a society functioned when it was constantly at war with itself, she did understand her place within the society—and that was neither to care nor to pay attention to whatever contention made it to the front page of the newspapers—stuff like war and.