‘LA … Nighttime … Shitty day gone … Shitty day ahead … Jill. Jill!’As I looked at the insistent and flashing little screen, the microcurre...t racing through the screen’s LCD crystals declared ‘Jill Cell’. Right next to the screen clock telling me it was ten to midnight, still just Tuesday although my confused brain wasn’t sure.Against all my expectations, she’d rung back. Smiling to myself and my brain warming to maybe half-power, I reached to the side table and accepted the call.But where I’d. .Shit I thought.. Flustered as all hell.. "Yeah... Sorry..uh just woke up.. Getting dressed now! Be ready in a minute..." I had told her I'd take her to her nursing interviews... I rushed to get dressed.."It's like noon! What are you doing in there?! Let me in"She had been my friend since high school... I was a wall flower... Fat at one point as well.. She was the only one that talked to me before I opened up a bit and joined under military / lost weight... She definitely didn't know anything. She knew that lots of male eyes followed her as she worked the beach, and it made her feel good.She looked forward to getting back to Baywatch HQ so she could shower and change, then spend a nice lazy night at home in her apartment. Looking out from the tower window, the beach was almost empty now. Only a few distant figures walking along the twilit beach. As she locked the tower, she turned and gasped. Several robed figures stood at the foot of her ramp. She was about to challenge them when. Well okay, if that’s the way they want it, that’s what they’ll get. The freedoms listed in the Constitution are for men: defined as Homo sapiens. Have your lawyers give me a paper telling me why we can put all of these New Men into protective custody. ‘They are fucking around building televisions and predicting the weather when they could be designing something useful like the next generation of smart weapons or clandestine surveillance gear. We could use their brains, but we’ve got to control.