" There were 20 "decks" on the ship, and each deck had varying numbers of "floors." Such terms were changing definitions in my mind as I learned more ...bout the operations of the ship. I asked for details, and that's precisely what Alfred gave me. After touring the ship for nearly four hours, I just had to stop. Alfred had no need to eat but I was famished, not to mention tired from all that walking. It turns out the turbocar was great for getting from one part of the ship to another, but. ”It felt good’? Is there something you don’t understand here, Maggie? If that had been anyone-anyone at all-besides me, you’d never have woken up. You’d have been reprogrammed into a mindless little hypno-slut, every trace of original thought would have been removed from your brain, and the words ‘free will’ wouldn’t have even held any meaning for you anymore, and you’re telling me that it’s too hard for you to fight back because ‘it felt good’?’ He turned away. ‘Maybe I should just let them. We finally arrived to a out of the way place that wasn't all frills but looked clean and I must confess the food was delicious. Then only a few minutes away was a club and when we walked in it was really hard to see. I asked him how he found these places and he said someone he knows told him about them. We found a table to sit at and ordered our drinks. I told him I really couldn't see people's faces it was so dark. He said just enjoy my drink and maybe we'll dance. About that time two men. "You're such a hypocrite Ral," Fiona said. "Conforming to their will, but not allowing me to impose mine on everyone else." Has it escaped your attention that these men are not under the influence of your server?" I asked in return."As if they pose a threat," she said.The men were spread out and each of them had a weapon trained on either me or her. Of course, her statement caught a majority of their collective attention.The room was already well lit. Plenty of phosphorous lighting overhead.