Late in the morning I waked, first; and observing my lover slept profoundly, softly disengaged myself from his arms, scarcely daring to breathe, for f...ear of shortening his repose; my cap, my hair, my shift, were all in disorder, from the rufflings I had undergone; and I took this opportunity to adjust and set them as well as I could: whilst, every now and then, looking at the sleeping youth, with inconceivable fondness and delight, and reflecting on all the pain he had put me to, tacitly owned. This was my last chance, so I shouldn't, but if I came first, the game would be over as well.So I did what you should never do, I closed my eyes and pulled the trigger.A split second later, I simultaneously heard a loud thud and an ecstatic scream from Sam. I opened my eyes and saw that I had hit, ripping the once star shaped plate into two.I looked to the guillotine and could see the now headless body jerking.The blonde head had landed on a ramp that lead towards a basket on the ground not far. That could be bad.”“The UI mentioned something about system developers. They’re the only ones who can alter dead people.”“Oh yeah. I was gonna ask about your mother, but I figured…you’d have done it if you could. But that makes sense I guess. Software has to have software developers.”Just then, Dylan heard his phone ringing. He ran off to get it, and walked back into the dining room.“It’s Becky,” he said, answering it. “Yo.”“Hey Dylan,” Becky said. “Come over here, we’ve got some stuff to show. About six months ago I was out on a date with an old friend of mine. My daughter, Anchal, was at home with two of her friends from the local college, and she didn’t expect me home until much later. I had no sooner arrived at my friend’s house than I got the worst headache ever. After about thirty minutes I realized that I would be no fun for the evening. I apologized to Tom and returned home. I came in the back door of my town house and was ready to tell Anchal that I was home, when I heard.