It's what I do. Come on dear, I'll get you your lunch. AI, please show the approved lunch menu."Then, to me, she said "The AI knows how to replicate q...ite a few different meals. However, minor changes can make major differences in taste so there is a 'complete' menu of everything it can fix, and an 'approved' menu of items that humans have actually tried and approved of. Later we'll be asked to help approve items, but for now let's eat from the approved list."Diana got a sort of menu hanging in. Since she was taking a while withwhatever it was she was writing, I went ahead and hopped into bed. Itwas only 7pm, but vicodin has a habit of making me very sleepy veryquickly.Marie finally finished whatever it was that she was writing down andpicked up the syringe and the vial. She was very meticulous in trying toget a very exact amount. "Ok Brian, I need you to roll over on your side. I have to inject itinto your butt." She had a smile on her face as she said that.I rolled over onto my. I had precious little time to get ready. Harry and I had arranged to meet in a little bar that night and I wanted to look hot. So, instead of the long luxurious bubble bath I had looked forward to, it was just a quick shower. I threw on the clothes I had planned to wear and applied just a little makeup.It was freezing cold tonight. Luckily my jacket hid the extreme nipple action I had happening. I was anticipating the pleasure of that later, Harry was a fantastic lover. But right now it was. And this old man kneeling in front of me, what is he asking me for?”“He begs happiness from you.. But you didn’t even look at him. And you chose a man completely detached from you.”“Who am I?... Who am I in the picture?”“Fortune. You are the fate that chooses your favorite.”“This picture was ordered to me by one very strange person. He just told me a story about his life.”She still stood in front of the canvas whispering something to her. Then she sadly sat on the sofa and thought. It was.