The host, made by a robot and cloned a
thousand times, asked me: "Do you want to see a woman without a head?" I am living in hell's dead body. She did not die here
old with us; the body stopped moving, but that is in this world only.
The younger model could not be saved emotionally and was not even physically or mentally salvageable. The girl and her fetus were in the photos, and some of the photos are still for sale.
The machine sky fell, and blood and sex were currency. We slept and cried and took drugs to get through the few remaining days after that.
