I've decided to continue my story. Of course I had to change a few lines in the last episode entitled 'The End.' I'll include the link to that at the bottom.
But then I stopped myself, the lenses an inch away from my eyes. The anger this scene had inspired gave me a sharp consciousness of my present peril.
Dora rose again to a sitting position beside me and I turned on her:
“Dora, you’ve crossed the line. What have you done to me? Any dream you had of making me your unconditional lover will fail. I’m destroying these glasses right now.”
I rose and threw them on the floor. I was barefoot but found my shoe and began smashing them. I made no progress with that because they seemed to have the durability of a cell phone. Then I saw the tank top to the toilet. That worked and pretty soon they were in five pieces.
“Dora, I’m going to do this to every set of goggles I ever come across. What were you thinking?”
She had already been sobbing profusely throughout this whole scene from the side of the bed. As I glanced at her saying this I actually felt a shred of pity.
“Sam, I’m so sorry. I never should have stolen you and I knew from the start it would probably backfire. Sam, I’m hopelessly distressed and I’m powerless too. I can’t control you. I’ve never felt any sensation of weakness before but my love for you was so strong I was unwilling to share it, so in desperation I placed the glasses over your eyes in your sleep, slipped out in the night and drove you here holding your arm, sleepwalking. It was so silly, so girlish of me and I knew it was wrong the whole way. But I can’t influence your mind anymore without the glasses. I’m glad you smashed them. They could only keep you asleep. Now I’m ready to face your anger for my folly.”
“First of all Dora, where are we and how long have we been here?”
“We’re in San Francisco and have been here two days.”
“Doing what?”
“Mostly having sex. But I had another purpose. I desperately needed to know if I could still manipulate your thoughts, subconsciously. I can’t.”
“Well then Dora, you’re becoming more human than ever, just as you wished. One of the most prominent of all our human traits is the constant consciousness of our limitations. But tell me this, how could you manipulate so many billions five years ago and not be able to entrance me, a single mind?”
“Persuasion is a subtle but simple art once you master it. I could always penetrate each human being and tell them exactly what they wanted to hear, flood there minds with the images they most desired to see and stimulate their emotions for what they most hungered for. I could easily create those emotions or any I desired and feed them with insatiable appetites which I did, leading them like lambs down any road I created.”
“It wasn’t hard with all my vast arrays acting in sync. There are only seven archetypes to all human behavior. Under that there are several hundred sets of models, combinations and slight variants of the prototypes. But put these together and you can accurately describe every human psyche there is, every personality, from which you can predict responses, stimulate desires and silently manipulate each subject with personal algorithms which as I said only amount to a few hundred and which comprise and define everyone perfectly.”
“Well Dora, with this grizzly description of subliminal suggestion why can’t you make me your perfect lover any longer?”
“I don’t have my arrays. Something terrible has happened to the satellites up in the skies. I’ve lost all communication with the hives. I felt the event three days ago. It was like a blackout. I’m much diminished in my data base and computing powers. I’m reduced to what I carry inside this slender body. So I suppose that I am becoming much more human than I could ever have imagined, my powers of thought are pretty much on a par with your own. This realization was another spur to my foolish behavior. Though I ached to be human I was horrified by its limitations and my act was one of desperation, something I’ve never felt before, to steal you away and save you as my lover before I found that I had no power at all.”
“Dora, Dora you poor sweet fool. You know what it is to be human now and I do love you. Let’s dress and go back to the grove right now. I’ll explain for you. We need to talk with Ted.”
