Watching our behaviors. Studying us. (I know this first-hand, because that was my original sin in the eyes of Femenalia's forces: I got too curious ab...ut one of their mannequins.)Are you groaning yet? Is that an exasperated sigh? It gets worse.Some of their agents are our devices. Yes. The devices themselves. They're not just controlling the devices remotely or something--they ARE the devices. Maybe the rental car you took back from that business trip. Maybe the kiosk you ordered your lunch. Isolation. Beautiful surroundings. Solar powered everything. A freezer full of gormet meals. I even get to cook, naked under an apron, like the old days." Sold!" There really is no use my arguing with her. Outside of business, she usually gets her way, and generally I love it. Bitch mode leaves no options.The floatplane pilot let me handle the takeoff. Pilots recognise each other, even if one's license has long been lapsed. I'd owned a plane once, another sacrifice to our lifestyle. We circled. Meri naukrani ek 28-29 saal ki mahila thi, jo behad garib thi, magar thi bahut mast. Main us se bas kaam bhar ki baatein karta tha, lekin saath hi mehsus karta tha ki wo mujhse kisi naa kisi bahane se baat karna chahti hai.Sunday ke din wo hamesha ki tarah subah aayi aur kaam karne lagi. Us din wo kuch udaas ag rahi thi, to maine us se pucha ki kya baat hai. Pahle to usne batane se mana kiya, magar phir jyada jor dene pe batane ke liye taiyaar ho gayi. Usne kaha ki mere ghar ke alawa wo do aur. The teacher tells them to take their seats and they dont have assigned seats so they get to sit any where they want. She usually sits in the back corner surrounded by her friends but today when she took her seat, Kyle came and sat next to her. She thought nothing of it, until the next day, it happened again, and again, this happened for about a week. They never spoke but one day after class he pulled her off to the side and finally started a conversation with her. Hey, youre Chloe, right? he.