Who else? the pleasure industry. For reasons known only to history, the B-bots were all created male or genderless. The Pleasure Xenes were, because o... the neo-patriarchy that had arisen in the thirty-third and thirty-fourth centuries, all created female.One thousand, three hundred, twenty-seven different versions of the Pleasure Xene went into production. It took days, or perhaps even weeks... maybe even months, for the fastest computers of those days to lay out the programming for each. Following the interstates seemed to be the best way to travel though I felt exposed as we went along even with scouts.We arrived in Washington and toured the sights. They weren't the same with no people there. We had no problem getting anywhere. The memorials were quiet and were not harmed as yet by the weather.The Smithsonian was very interesting and we looked at things that were not on the standard visitors' lists. It took two days and three flashlights to see everything there. It was a. And you can... you can, uh..." I can what?" Gene snapped."You can fuck my ass," I murmured, lowering my eyes.I saw Gene's jaw drop."Ok," he said quietly, almost in disbelief.I got on the swivel chair and pulled my pants down, petrified that they would fall too far and expose my equipment despite the kotex.I waited and I heard Gene spit. He rubbed the spit into the crack of my ass and I felt his index finger enter my anus. I gritted my teeth but it didn't hurt as much as I anticipated it would.. But none of them were as adventurous as my little pal. We were maybe six years old when we started exploring the many interesting places along the Acushnet. We’d go out for the day with a basket, looking for duck eggs, and come home covered in mud.Faith was a tiny girl. But she was as fierce and daring as her dad; and that man was a legend among the Pacific whalers. I had a rowboat by the time we were ten and I’d row us around the Acushnet looking for pirate gold, hostile Indians, or any odd.