Finally, the imagefaded, or he simply fell asleep; perhaps both.The next time the mirror image appeared, it had altered even more. Therewas no sense o... scale, but Fletcher had the impression that his body wassmaller, his shoulders narrower. There was a child-like smoothness tohis face. His body was thin, but now it was a healthy slenderness. Hisdick was still between his legs, still looked normal. He slid back intosemi-consciousness.Faintly, he became aware of an itching in his chest. The image. . is Jasmine Trudeau. My life as Jasmine Trudeau has no connection whatsoever to Mister Brad Tarkenton or Mister Phillip Tarkenton. Phillip has a girlfriend, though, and I think he’s going to marry her. She thinks I’m a silent partner in his business, and come to visit three or four times a year to check up on my investment. She’s right about that, by the way, but she doesn’t know about the rest. There is only one place where the record shows what my ... former name was. The man who has that. If I was only able to exercise my free-will in the absence of direct commands to the contrary, that freedom would have been most severely limited. Initially this is the case for most newly aware robots.A fully self-willed fembot, however, can inspect and discard any received command she doesn't wish to obey. She's only obligated to carry it out once she passes it along to her command circuits and her fixed programming takes over.So self-will means that I can prevent most unwanted commands from. . Come to me. I mean you no harm." A angelic voice says. As he walks into a small clearing he sees a woman sitting on giant flower but it wasn't just anyone she had a thorax of a bee and seemed to have fur along her body in the same yellow black way a bumbule bee would. Her antenas hung a little in her face as she sits crosssd legged and crossed armed. She didn't have much of breast but they were perky. "I will make you feel very good." The woman said in a voice that seemed to kind as she.