Take this . . . and this . . . and this! Oh Jena you make me so happy and then I get sick when I realize that I’m leaving all this. The sun is coming up on the horizon. Ahhhhhh . . . those minutes between light and darkness and the holographic bedchamber window has us bathing in a light so beautiful and erotic I want to start all over instead of finishing and just linger here, going at it for hours the way we used to. If the fantasy menu hadn’t already been deleted from the room’s system, I’d load one up and do it anyway.

But you can’t! ………you haven’t got many more hours left here. Remember you have to leave today before sunset. Sorry! …..but you told me to say that; remember.

You’re forgiven! It’s true, and this may well be my last piece of ass for a while. But after ten years of a good thing and thirty-five magnificent android partners it’s going to be tough.

No! Don’t do that. Think of it this way the next time you will be getting a real woman.

You’ve got me there. And you know what, my first sex with a real woman is going to be like; like this here . . . unmph . . . and unmph . . . and it’s going to last all night and make me forget you androids all together.

That’s what you think! You’ll be contaminated by memories of the upbringing we gave you here in the “Vector” all your life. Of course that is unless you let us remove them before you leave.

I know! But I’ve been prepped and that’s been taken care of. I get to keep my memories and just get them sealed so I don’t open up to someone that hits on them and turns me on like he had a magic button. And I find myself babbling about everything.

Can’t you see it, you the babbling cherub? Blowing it all!

Fat chance! Don’t joke about failure.

I’m sorry! I didn’t mean it. About the project I mean. You are our last hope if humanity is to avoid the coming darkness.

I didn’t choose to do this, and keeping my memories was in the options, and I’ve had some wonderful times here. I love it all so much, leaving was tearing me apart till I was told it all could be sealed and kept along with the rest I’d need to do my part. It’s like having it on my sub-conscience. I get to enjoy my memories and the data, but they can never be revealed to anyone even if I’m hard pressed because it’s been taken out of my hands. It’s starting again.