My genius young charge, who had been created for me in this very facility, and whose intelligence rivaled my own, had created a new strain of nanobots... uninfected by the sentient strain. As the new strain came on line, connecting to my synaptic neurons, I could feel my control returning. I felt the connection to my house girls, to Mrs. Honeycutt and to Adriano. The security guards were also connecting as the network expanded. I was beginning to feel normal again. I felt humanity now had a. The path was line with agents laughing, joking, jeering. A foot stuck out and she fell to the ground face first with nothing to break her fall. Laying on the ground helpless she fell a warm stream hitting her face. She was being pissed on. Another stream hit her, then another. Barely able to move her face was in a pool of urine.She lay in the dirt, piss soaked while the agents took a cigarette break. Finally a hand reached down and pushed her head around in the pool of piss. “Dirty Whore,. There was no male or female. I guess if you had to pick one, it would be male, but that is where the similarity ended. The aliens were rather tall, the shortest being seven foot, the average about eight feet, six inches and a tall one would be over ten feet. They did not have a mouth, nose or eyes, as they did not “breathe” or “talk”. All communications was through telepathy. This would be hard to explain to a human on how they control what they hear and whom they talk to. Their height and. They were off in a second, and her mouth was on me in a second more. I came in a damn hurry. She swallowed it all."Now you get some time to recover, because I'm going to want him again later," she giggled after I had caught my breath. "Now. Stand up, turn around, and close your eyes." Huh?" You are getting an early Christmas present. Do what I said."I did, bemused. "Oh, I get it. You've got some really yowza lingerie on, don't you?" Not quite," she giggled. "OK, turn around." I did. Her pants.