Will that work for you?" "Well I don't really have a choice, now do I?" I said. "I think I'll survive for another day here in millionaire's paradise ...hough, so it's okay." You chuckled in response then you reached a little bit. "Need me to bring you anything? How about a forty-something boy-toy? Got any need for that?" "Hmm...that's a hell of an offer, but I'm not sure I'd call that a 'need'. I could use a meal out, though. Wanna go grab something?" "When?" you asked. "How about lunch. The message came from the guys on the farm.I wasn't the problem. I had absolutely no desire for people to 'understand' me. I just wanted to go along with the program and exist.After many minutes Bill reanimated himself to the point that we were kissing again. Just as it had earlier, it excited me. It excited me because I relived memories of better, more possessive lovers. Bill was never going to be a purely passionate lover, that was for sure, but even he could be a memory trigger.One thing. She walked to one of the enginerring rooms and had tocustom make the skull piece for her. The programming and building weredelicate. She needed a device that would monitor her new drone, helpfurther destroy her free will and identity as a person, but keep herability to see, and record visions intact.To forsight the hours she spent in the machine felt like years, years ofexperiencing herself being an obedient drone and fuck toy. There was nodefense in her mind for it she was forced to go deep. “Has she made sure you had something to drink and eat?”“Yes, of course. We were just out at the lake walking.”“Very nice. I hope that grilled chicken is OK with you for dinner?” Agnetha asked.“Anything will be fine. I got very used to eating Swedish food when I was here as an exchange student.”“Including «filmjölk»?” Per asked. “Most foreigners don’t like it at all.”“I was determined to be as Swedish as I was able, so yes, even «fil»!” I grinned.“Your Swedish is amazing,” Per said. “I thought.