But I really didn't know. There wasn't any time to think on it, anyway.I'd gone to sleep in my procedurally/stochastically generated fantasy gamesim, ...Arcadia, as I did every day. There was a backup automatically made of my mindstate, sent to my personal sim, in case I was somehow destroyed. The backups knew they were not the original, and weren't supposed to wake up, anyway, unless I was unavailable.Of course, that's not what happened. Somehow, a sizable mutation in the copy -- preserving the. Seems like every time I start nappin’, I get these strange ideas in my head. I dunno ifin’ they’re dreams or what. This time it was them damn space guys and their girlfriends. Really fucked up, them guys.”What he said really shook me up. Were we having the same dream or was it somehow real? I felt like I needed to get to the bottom of this. As I started to ask him about it, I tried to look out of the front windscreen but it was covered in some sort of dust. I glanced to my left and there was. She looked aroundand saw 3 other men with tripods and cameras pointing at her. She realized shewas being filmed. The fat old woman and Gertrud came closer to her and started ripping hercloth off, until her tits were exposed for everybody. George came along andwith a thin cord attached them first separately around the base, so theglorious mounds were protruding even more out, incredibly shaped. He thenattached them together with another cord. He pulled her up from her hair andpulled her pants. Dad received a call from the widow, requesting a meeting to discuss the widow's holdings. As their financial advisor for the last 8 years, he was familiar with their assets.They met in his office; folders spread across the desk, each representing all the real estate and business ventures she now owned exclusively. Dad explained that all of her holdings were lucrative businesses and that together they would keep her financial status without any issues. She stated that she was happy to hear that,.