*** ‘Okay, we’re in!’ the operator declared to his observer co-inventor. On the laptop’s screen, Aurelia’s thoughts appeared as interpreted ...text. Her vital signs were also on screen, graphed like a patient hooked up to life support machinery in an operating room. ‘There, the dizziness as the expected side effect of our accessing her neuro-network. She’s not aware of our invasion’ ‘Excellent!’ the observer opined. ‘Let’s test this baby’s effectiveness with a little experiment.’ ‘Just like we. I got up slowly, my head throbbing, and looked in the mirror. I looked even worse than I felt. I stumbled over to the shower and turned the water on, and then stuck my head underneath it. I was still dressed, and my shirt ended up soaked, but I didn’t care. Now, semi-clean, I wandered back to the third floor.I wasn’t sure how I had gotten there. I must have left the bottle downstairs last night. I felt too crappy to want another drink, so I dug out my bottle of Tylenol and dry gulped a handful.. Later that night I get a text message "hey, hope you dont mind i got your contact number off the site ! ;)". Sweet ... A few txts later, things are getting very suggestive. We arrange to meet up for a few drinks later that week. Getting a good feeling about this I thought to myself.Later on that week, sitting at the bar stirring my drink - a hand slips into my back pocket. I grab it, at first thinking someone is trying to take my wallet. There she is, cheeky smile, dolled up to the nines. A. But for now there was just the screaming silence.In fact, the only audible signs of life in that room were the whispers of sliding sheets and soft breathing. Dim light peeked through the blinds and subtle moon rays shone upon the less than subtle movements beneath the obscene white canopy erected over my abdomen.I looked at Sierra again, and she glanced up at me and winked with a devilish grin. What the hell?? Was she simply pushing me past the limits of exhilaration and embarrassment for fun?.