I sat there after playing the phone call over the loud music couldn't really work it out and the deep voice of ok babe, every time i though about it t...he same answer came out my daughter was with a black guy, not that I'm a racist or really care as long as he's a good person to my daughter. Shit I wanted to see if I was right but always revisted social media I wasnt on any of them. Now I had to try and bring this up with the wife wasn't going to be easy didn't want her to know what I heard. So. I had won over a powerful man by giving him my body.When I got back to our little shared room, Panek, my boyfriend, pestered me with what now seemed to be trivial questions. Where had I been, where was his t-shirt, why didn’t we have any milk? In truth I couldn’t care, these questions simply washed over me and I didn’t want anything to intrude on my happiness.I started to undress to take a nap - I didn’t shower because I wanted to keep Renaud’s presence around me, his smell and the memory of. "Yeah, I'm talking to you freak! We don't serve your filthy kind in here, get out!" he shouted.He looked like he might hurt me, so dropping the basket I backed away and ran out of the shop. I kept running till I was round a corner. When I'd calmed down a bit I took stock of the situation.'What a bother, ' I thought, 'Where can I go now to get ingredients.'This wasn't the only food shop I knew, but the other one was a lot further away and I wasn't exactly sure how to get there from here. I sat. The nanomachines had resisted extraction.Did they have a choice?Resisted? How could that be? Weren’t they just mindless machines? Programed to do a specific function. They shouldn’t ... it was too much for me. Did the nanomachines have a choice? A choice might indicate Sentience. I shook that off as being impossible. Computer intelligence hadn’t reached that far... ... But then, neither had medical nanomachines. Until I entered this building, that is. And they had gone beyond animal testing.