We climb into the spacious cab to look at the unusual driver station. As well as the windows it has some video screens giving you a three hundred and ...ixty degree view around the vehicle. The one at the back for reversing is very useful for backing into loading docks. The driver seat is very comfortable with the controls and screens wrapped around them. There’s a steering wheel to control the front wheels with extra slide style controls which control the electric motors powering each wheel, by. "We don't want your sort here," he said, his yellow teeth bared, his spittle flecking my cheek. "You've got your own gay-bars, stay there. Then we know where to go to burn the lot of you." He raised a clenched fist at me."I'm not gay . . . ," I started to protest, but knew it was no good. How can you explain to a Neanderthal that you exist outside their sexual arena? That their concepts of homo- or hetero- sexuality do not, could not, apply to yourself?"Christ, you make me wanna puke!" he. Also, it will be a shakedown hike to determine what we need for longer trips and the true backpacking we came here for.”“Should I be able to do anything for you, please let me know,” Sophia said in accented but easily understood English. Smiling, she turned and left them.After the meal, the women helpfully stacked the few dishes the group had used on the counter.“You mentioned backpacking. Where do you intend going, if I might ask?” Dr. Müller, the male version, questioned as they were all. I wanted my freedom very badly, but her request was too much. Yet I feared the consequences of saying no to her. I merely stayed silent. Sensing my hesitation, she stated, "I will give you one day to decide." During my next meal of a glass of sperm, I made up my mind. I knew from experience that I would regret saying no to her. As awful as the sex change surgery sounded, I knew that saying no would bring a worse fate for me. That I could not imagine any worse fate did not matter. I knew that.