Shorter entry as there will a lot more going on this week. Not feeling terribly well so will push out updates as I can.

This is turning into a complex situation and Pai’s aggressive sexuality is not really helping things. I do wonder, though, given her speed and breadth of thought, if Pai has not considered Alix as a host for Graf’s children? Or, does she have something much more complicated planned? Guess we’ll know more, tomorrow. I think I’ll lie down a bit.

Enjoy my content? Buy me a beer!

Quiet now, he allowed his own eyes to close.  Is Alix kidding?  She didn’t act like she was.  And Pai sure as hell resents her, even if she did invite her to this, well, rather private…

“The bag is about empty, beloved Graf,” she announced, looking up.  “Clamp it off then disconnect me, please.”

“I’m back to ‘beloved,’ now?” he smiled, doing as he was told.

“I took the time to think about what my puddle, to keep at that metaphor, thought of you,” Pai admitted.  “I find myself, my totality, falling in love with you.  Mom is not entirely pleased with all this.”

“You said that after dinner…”

“Yes, you two shall meet.  Dad might be there, I don’t know.” She made sure the patch under her arm was secure before first standing then taking Alix’s place in his lap.  “Do you know anything about my mother?”

“I may have heard her name, back when the Russian army was occupying former central Canada,” he said, happy to have her where she was, “but really, no.  You are the first, uh…”

“Thinking Machine.”

“Thinking Machine I have ever known.  I know that the imperial family here,” he waved at the window, “are different.  Don’t know that term, either.  I’m just a guy you nearly fell on while I was fishing, Pai.”

“Their term is demi-human, but there is a bit of a range there.  Hold up the card she gave you, please.”

“This?”

“Yes.” A blink.  “I have told her we shall be in the small café in thirty minutes.  Take off your clothes.”

“Pai?  Again?”

“My spirit is willing and now my flesh is strong,” she smiled, pushing her coveralls the rest of the way off.