I know I’m probably imagining it with intelligence it doesn’t have, but it’s impossible not to wonder what it would mean if I’m not. BP: 14.../102 Temp: 37.2°C Pulse: 90.7 BPM Respiration: 39.8I can’t focus on anything but the Machine for long, though. The way it touches me is so knowing – some days even loving – and I can feel that it cares about my experience here, even if that’s not really the main goal or function of what’s happening. In keeping with her actions, a simulated. The clerk sat behind a lexan partition with a bored look on his face. His greasy hair was long and unbrushed. He watched as I approached. With a forced smile, he greeted me, ‘Afternoon, stranger. What will it be?’ ‘I need a room for the night. Something with two beds.’ ‘Okay, it’ll be two-hundred.’ ‘Two-hundred? Are you crazy?’ I demanded. ‘Well, I could call the AmeraTech Security and tell them some strange road rat crawled into my fine establishment with a bullet wound. Or, I could ask no. There are enough willing girls that no one should force his attention on one who is unwilling. Let them know that if they plan to do something like that again, it would be best for Sir Torbert to find out before I did. Because they will enjoy my method of dealing with it far less than his."Jorgarn knew from the look on his companions' faces that they had been guilty of the charge in the past. He also understood from the fear in their eyes that it was something they would not do in the future."I. She looked into my eyes and said, "Jim, take off the bathrobe." I started to protest, but, looking into her eyes again, found myself unable to do anything else. I removed the bathrobe, and my face flushed almost as dark a red as my now exposed panties."Don't be embarrassed, Jim. I know all about you. You're a cross-dresser." How... How..." I was too shocked to speak. I found myself wondering how she could possibly know my name, or that I cross-dressed. I had never told anyone about the latter..