Ship, in a mood ... now I ask you ... Ship was having a mood and I was pretty sure he was a computer. A really good computer but a computer just the s...me. How can a computer have a mood?For that matter, how does a computer talk like a concierge at a five star hotel? I know I owned the best of personal computers available and it didn't do even a tenth of what Ship does, not even one percent.It was time to do a little investigating of my own.I knew Simone was Not going to be one iota of help. She. A small rectangular table ran the length of the metal framed bed; rust was bubbling through the white painted frame. The mattress didn’t look like much; cream coloured with brown patches. I wondered who? or what? had made the stains and how long ago? It felt seedy. It was seedy.At the far end of the other wall lay a table with a candle on it. I instinctively looked upwards for a sign of an electric light but there was none. It was a period shack, dating back to God knows when.There was a door,. ”“Leave the dishes. Mrs. Stevenson complains she doesn’t have enough to do anyway. Come with me and I’ll show you my notes on ‘How to Make Love’.”“You don’t need notes. We can just play it by ear.”“But my ear still hurts.”“Come to bed … silly.”“Yes mam, but I wanted another tuna sandwich.”“Tony … Come to bed … now.”“You won’t hurt me again … will you?”“TONY!”“Coming!”They walked hand in hand into the bedroom. He lifted her up like she was a small pillow and gently put her on the bed. Opening. They had one of those hippy-dippy policies of free-love - still very popular in 1970, and she seduced the women, and occasionally the men as well, if it served her purpose. She knew she could use sex to manipulate those around her - after all that's what she learned with us - to reach the higher echelons in the collective, and to steer them towards direct action. There always was a mix of self-love and self-loathing in the way she acted. What happened to her, how she was, her size, feeling she.