“So, really, what’s the test for?”He lowered his voice, glancing around. “We want to make sure only good people come into Covenant. No undesir...bles. Nobody that ain’t exactly what they seem, you know?”“You’re not talking about created people, are you?”, I asked.“Created people? No, the test is designed to keep out synths.”“Ah, I see. Well, that’s pretty easy, then. You don’t need a test for that. Anyone can tell what a synth is, just by looking at them,” I explained.“Huh? They can? That’s not. I don't know why, but the idea of my feminine curves beingsullied by the ugly appendages that used to dangle so awkwardly from mycrotch suddenly seems ridiculous.Something has changed.I lean back, raise my right knee and let my eyelids droop...Thunder and lightning. Waves as tall as houses. The screams of terrifiedchildren. Tearful couples saying farewell to one another. Grown menfighting over life jackets as the order to abandon ship is relayed acrossthe crackling tannoy. A muscular arm. It was a bit disgusting.As we sat, the screen flickered into life and the film began.Soon I became aware of someone sitting in the seat next to me.He was a black guy; a very huge one…I looked at Jerome; but he was focused on the film. I looked forward and I then noticed it was Swedish film; a porn one…My Black Master turned his head and he kissed me passionately.I felt his strong hand on my tits; my nipples got hard in response. My red lips parted and I began to breath slightly heavier.. I used to not like how I looked. But seeing the way you look at me, I can’t help but like myself even just a little more. I’m not perfect, but, if your eyes are to be believed, I’m perfect for you. It’s a genuine smile on my lips, not one of triumph or carnal desire, as I position myself between your legs, lean over you, and give you the kiss you’ve been craving all day. You can taste yourself on my lips, and I think I can taste a little of me. That used to weird me out, I’ll admit, but I.