The MI operates the vehicle. You simply tell it what you want it to do, and it decides how to best get it done." The man in the spacesuit answered."Ar...ificial intelligence?" the same executive snorted. "That's years away! Come on, how do you operate it?" As Mr. McClintock said," the vehicle answered, "you simply tell me what you want to do, and I will do it."The executive who had spoken, as well as the other three who sat in the vehicle with him, were momentarily taken aback, but one recovered. But why would would the women, thereal women, stay with them? Love? Loyalty? A lack of options?A woman, if you want to call her that, who called herself Nancy Alworthwas talking now. She was talking about how her wife had encouraged herto wear her clothes, and how she had discovered that she liked them. Shesaid she had just come out at work, and everyone in the audienceapplauded, especially her wife. She said her kids knew, and theyaccepted her. My God, Tonya thought. Kids? Damned if her kids. _____________ November Sixteenth, young woman in New Jersey called to the suicide line. This is only the third one since early October that I have been able to convince to meet me. Deadline is early January, I need more interviews. … *Knock* _____________ Rich knocked the recorder out of Tom’s hand and stomped on it with his boot. Tom tried to pick it back up but he couldn’t stop Rich’s foot stomping down on the recorder again and again until there were only bits and pieces left. ‘This is what. Margie was sitting sort of sideways on thecouch reading the paper, I was sitting in the easy chairglancing at some woman’s magazine that should have been x-ratedbecause of the pictures, and Glynda was sitting on the floorbetween my legs. She had been rubbing her head in my crotchand running her hands up and down my legs all evening. I wasgetting a little heated, and I noticed that Marge was takingit all in and squirming around a little like she had an itchthat needed scratching.Glynda got.