Sitting on a chair, looking deeply bored, was an orcess. She was dressed in a quite preposterous imitation of what someone might imagine to be ‘trib...l styles.’ Essentially, she wore a fur breast-band and a fur thong, which both looked to itch terribly. Her hair itself was black as mine, though hers tended towards curls and bunching up, which some fool had used as the basis for her headdress: A great deal of bones had been worked into the hair, to add to the tribal effect. Of course, there were. ‘Very good girl,’ I tell you. You moan softly as I begin to stroke your silky clitoris. I push against your back just a littler harder and you lean further forward until the cool glass is against your right cheek. You are looking at me over your shoulder as you begin to rise in excitement. Your wetness is dripping down my fingers. ‘My – you are an enthusiastic little thing aren’t you, dear?’ ‘Yes, yes.’ ‘Yes what, darling?’ ‘Yes, Sir.’ ‘Good Girl. You know that tonight is very special, don’t. Daddy told me to go shower and then straight to the bedroom where I would find further instructions.I did as told and went to shower, I was nervous what could he have planned for me? After my shower I wrapped myself in a towel and trotted to the bedroom hopping no one saw me. On the bed was a black box with a pretty pink bow on and a note. I picked up the note and began reading.“Today is a very special day, you are to wear what’s in the box and only what’s in the box, you are to do as you are. I know that hyperspace is odd from this trip through it. The captain (an ensign) of the Aer Lingus really started to stress out when his subspace radio wouldn't work.The AI got awfully touchy too. I don't think any of them (AI's) like admitting that they're not both omniscient and omnipotent. I suspect that they really relish the fact that we are in awe of them. And they really don't want to give that awe away.Of course I'm only guessing about the motivation behind the AI's unwillingness to.