Bill shook my hand again and went back to his boat, and the docking retractors retracted the docking mechanism. Or something, I ain't went to college.
I let him accelerate first, so he would be ahead if he had more trouble. Running on batteries... shit.
Desire and me didn't bother with a movie. We went straight to bed.
I woke up before her for once. I took a shit... hey, you wanted everything, right? Started the coffee because the robots really suck at making coffee, and got dressed. I was just taking my first sip whenthe doorbell rang. It was Tammy.
"Hi, uh Destiny invited me for coffee."
"Come in. She's still asleep, I'll get you a cup."
"Uh," I said, handing her a cup, "Destiny says you're a psychologist and a, uh I forgot. You're not a whore, you're studying them.."
"Did destiny tell you that?"
"She didn't have to. I ain't went to college but I ain't stupid, I can add two and two and get something between three and five. It's obvious."
"Yeah, I wondered how you got the money for a ticket, but shit, you got two doctorates. You ain't gotta look for work."
"Nope. Want to know about my studies?"
"Jesus, you're a dumbass. I'm studying drug abuse and prostitution and you have two hundred whores on board! Do you want an education, dumbass?"
I felt like a dumbass. "Yeah, I guess it might help."
"Here," she said, giving me a small memory chip.
"Just read it. Don't worry, anything you don't understand I can explain."
Shit, I hate reading. That's one thing where me and Destiny are different, she loves reading. "Well, you had me fooled when I met you."
She laughed. "I study them, you don't know them at all. Don't let them know they're being studied or the study will be ruined."
"I'm discrete. Guess I have some studying to do."
"It'll save you a whole lot of trouble. I have some studying to do myself," Tammy said. "Tell Destiny to drop by when she wakes up. I'll be in the commons."
"Sure thing," I said. I put the chip in the tablet and started reading.
After reading for an hour and a half I had to put the tablet down. I was in trouble. No wonder they was paying me so good.
Most of these girls were abused and sexually molested as children, most of them raised in foster care. Many and maybe most were children of criminal parents; thieves, often very violent. They were the kids society allowed to be ruined for life.
It was sad. Most of them were droppers. There's a chemical name for drops in Tammy's book but I'd have to look it up.
These girls hated sex, having a normal sex life was ruined in their childhoods when they were molested and abused. But drops made the whores enjoy getting fucked. Most of them had never had an enjoyable sexual experience until they put a drop in an eye before work.
There were other psychoaffective (and yeah, I had to look that and lots of other shit up when I read that damned book) stuff. Her book had a lot of other big words like neurotransmitters and I just kind of glossed over them, I ain't went to college or nothing.
I gathered the whores just stayed really fucked up.
And the drug was highly addictive physically as well as in worse ways. It made the user the opposite of pissed off when under the influence. When that was taken away, well... it ain't pretty.
âoeDamn,â I thought, âoeAddiction must be a bitchâ as I got another cup of coffee.
It seemed I was in for serious trouble.