"Morpheus is a group consciousness. A collective." Like the Borg," Carrie Gore suggested."," Elrod replied. "We are Morpheus of Fictionmania. Resistan...ce is futile. You will be assimilated. Your fantasies, your desires, your dreams will be incorporated into the collective. You will exist to service ... Fictionmania." LOL," Carrie and others typed, the chat shorthand for `laugh out loud.'The joke would have been forgotten, but a few days later, Morpheus submitted yet another SRU story, and with. .. doesn't kiss her partner on lips... what to do that's the way I was... I had lost a few girl friends because of this... Believe me I never had contempt to my partner or looked at her as a slave... all I wanted was to love and pamper the girl who would serve me. I wanted to cook and feed food my little girl... kiss her eyes put her to sleep with my nipples in her mouth and hold her in my arms as long as she would sleep... I entered my room and closed the door behind me... I wanted to go back. The king of the Dun’Arghol Dwarves was a handsome man, if a little hard-faced, with long black hair and a matching beard cinched with silver clasps at intervals along its length. He was standing by a brazier off to one side with his hands clasped behind the small of his back, staring into the burning embers thoughtfully, his dark eyes reflecting the orange light.His gaze came up as she and Noah appeared, and whatever he felt about their presence remained a mystery as he returned to watching the. "So, did the sarge suddenly get super-smart, too," Allen asked inanely.No one chided him this time."We have to get this back to the precinct," Mike spoke up. "All of it."Then we'd better brief the captain, and get the right federal dogs onthis trail. This is way over our heads." I agree," Sara told them, logging off the file, and then downloadingthe personal files for the detectives."Let's box this stuff up, guys," Jamie told them as she added the disksto the mound of evidence they were.