“Where have you been?” The machine’s mistress asked.“I’m not sure mistress.” Steve replied“Please explain.”“I have recently installe... an up date and when my system restarted after the shutdown that information was lost.”“OH. Well, sorry about that. Anyway get over here won’t you I want to fuck.” Monica Henstridge was looking the AutoBot up and down. It really was amazing what they could do these days. All she had had to do was send in a photograph of the person she wanted it to look like – she. We continued doing this making certain that there was no one upstairs trying to get a bead on us while we moved. It did take us a little more than a minute doing it that way, but in the end we made it to Winslow’s headquarters without getting shot.“How is it?” I asked as I strode through the main foyer of the wrecked building, stepping over the mangled corpses of the people who’d been killed defending the place. There weren’t many, but all of them had been well armed.“Everything is fine,”. "You been the bes' thing that evah happened to me. I los' a girl in that sickness, an' I thought my worl' was over. Then what happen'? One night I wake up an' there you is in my tent, smellin' so fresh an' clean. I know when you firs' come to me was mebbe jus' curiosity, but somehow, when you turn' to me after that rape, you done captured me. Right then, you stopped bein' a rich white bitch that wanted to know if them stories about black men was true, an' you turned into somebody real. Nobody. "Dude, I didn't expect you to be here, I was just running my rounds, but I'm glad I saw you!." he glides his hand into his pocket and pulls out a piece of paper with something scribbled down on it. "Dude, party tonight, this address. Come early before all the booze is drunk up." Well I had no reason not to trust him, so I took the paper and glanced it over. I looked up to tell him thanks but he was gone, nothing I wouldn't expect from him. I glance at my watch realizing how late it is, I.