Even then my problems were not solved, the trucker that had taken pity onme was only going a couple of junctions up the motorway and I would haveto st...rt my quest again. Eventually after two more lifts I found myselfbeing dropped off on a slip road about halfway towards my finaldestination.As I climbed down from the cab, Bob, the driver said, "Good luck son,there's a cafe over there, if you hang around the car park you may findsomeone going your way."I thanked him and headed towards the small. As he withdrew and his head popped out, there was a fart sound and rush of air came out of her anus, followed by traces of blood from the tearing and pounding shed just endured, mixed with Toms cum. She felt mortified, spoilt and worthless her life forever ruined. They left her alone on the bed, there being no way she could get far out here in the countryside, whilst they all drank, smoked some more weed on the deck and talked about the nights events so far and what a fantastic body she had and. I have gone as far as I possibly can in that simply due to my own limitations.”Raising her hand to her face, Amari started rubbing her chin in thought. “This is an interesting thought. The memories themselves wouldn’t be hard. We translate those from the brain to computers and back all the time here. It’s how the loungers work. Her personality, though? All the extra pieces of robotic, programmed decision making? A normal, organic brain wouldn’t know what to do with them. A third-generation. She slept very deep at night and had a penchant for sleepwalking. I had tested the deep sleeping a few nights earlier by walking into her room and trying to wake her up with some pointless question to ask her if she did. Even with lightly tapping her face, grabbing her arm, and trying to roll her over she was sound asleep. Her history of sleepwalking also gave me a sense of security because I’d seen her be completely confused and not know what was going on in the middle of the night, so I could.