They claimed it was so that he wouldn't get bogged down in minutiae. I was surprised, when I got an approval for the search without having to beg or p...omise the operator a blow job.Speaking of which, my circuits were running super fast and producing a lot of heat. They had been since I saw the light in the sky over the campground. I was sure there was no computer adrenaline surges, but I wondered if there wasn't something like it. I felt a familiar sensation surging through my circuits. Damn. Almost. For a jail cell. He had a mattress on the floor, with a blanket. He had a privy hole. He got fed twice a day, although the food was worthless to him. They'd even given him reading matter. Scripture.As if he hadn't memorized the entire text, two decades ago.The trouble was, right now his life was boredom interspersed with moments of heart-stopping terror. The Inquisitors weren't cruel. But they were skilled demonologists, and utterly merciless. Honestly, he preferred the random beatings.. Raised on a low platform, mirrored ceiling above, it dominated the room. Cushions and pillows and silk sheets were piled upon it. Fuki faced him, sitting on the edge.Beyond her, floor-to-ceiling glass windows and doors took up the entire far wall. Outside was a patio, with a small table set up. Covered dishes were set, but only one chair was pushed under the lip. Beautiful, clear ocean view, sky and water nearly the same color, was all he could see beyond. Fuki waited patiently, letting him. His features were faintly Indian looking which made me think that he was a true native of the area. His skin was brown from more than just a tan. When he got to fifteen feet, I held up my hand in a stop motion. He stopped and I said, "Hello."He looked at me for a moment and then responded with a strange language. It wasn't English nor did it sound like Spanish. I shook my head gently and pointed at my chest and said, "Say, my name is Sal."He launched into another round of gibberish not seeming.