I was broke, out of a job, and about to lose everything I had. To say I was desperate would be an understatement. I had been on Craigslist looking for...any possible jobs I could do but, was having no luck when I decided to take a look at the personnel’s. About the third page in there was a small ad that caught my eye. It said, “Sex slave needed for a one year engagement. Must enjoy extreme sex and not be afraid of being used to fulfill the sexual needs of others. A salary of $10,000 per mouth. Why it... it... it just might work.” After staring out into the room for a moment or two, he sputtered some more and then said, “Not for a whole body, of course... but for a brain... it just might work.” He then went on to mutter about brain cells programmed to organize themselves into a proper brain.The Bernaldi Institute’s “Grow a Brain” project was Richard Mueller’s doctoral thesis. After graduation, he became the lead scientist in charge– under Doctor Bernaldi, of course. It was Richard who. I grabbed a few things from the store and headed to the bar. It was a mild night and they had an outside bar. The whole office crew was there. Everyone was laughing and joking around when I walked in. Sasha’s face lit up when she saw me walk towards her. “Bret, you made it!” She said, greeting me with a hug. I grabbed a drink and started to relax. Sasha came over and we talked for a while. It seemed almost like a first date. Each of us sharing the personal details of our lives. A slow song. ”I nodded as I wrapped a blanket around myself moving to the table. Well I thought, at least she got vegetables. Sitting I ate surprised that they were as fresh as they were! I kept an eye on Sheila seeing that her right arm was almost useless. Dam I needed to replace the joint or the both of us wouldn’t make it if this happened again.An hour later Sheila stood looking over the computer she had constructed. “I have finished Doctor Gance though I am afraid I was only able to acquire six.