As she pushed him through the door, his secretary, Alexa as he had jokingly christened her, greeted them. Alexa was a series B unit that he had adapte...d for the early prototype stages of the project. He’d fitted her with one of the new bodyform covers which had attracted raucous comments from his colleagues and the suggestion from HR that he might like to think whether his design was entirely appropriate, and whether he might like to make her outfits a bit more in keeping with the female workers. Orlando’s wife called as he was getting ready for the evening.“Hello,” five-ten, one-hundred-ninety-six-pound, dark-skinned man answered.“Hey,” replied Orlando’s wife of s*******n years. “How are you?”“Good. You?”“I’m well. Can you look in the girls’ room and see if I left my watch, the woman asked referring to the stainless-steel Movado timepiece her husband gave her upon her earning her Doctor of Education degree.“Let me walk upstairs. Hold on.”“Okay.”Orlando entered the pink-painted bedroom. One of the men had used a digital camera to record what I had done and said. Ski took them over to the trash dumpster and showed them the parts in their original boxes.“We’ll be back shortly and put trackers on each of those parts. We’ll see where they lead us,” the one who appeared to be in charge told Ski.I finished the last piece of equipment needing repair a short time after they left and went to find Ski.“I’m finished with the equipment,” I told him when I found him. He turned and looked. But I prefer the first reason, and you indulge me. We hold each other tightly and dance our way through the Thirties and Forties.I lift my hands to unbutton my shirt.My hands. Two useless stumps now. My eyes are opened and I see the truth. Fingers that do not work the way I want them to, that no longer fly over the keyboard to record my words as fast as they spill from my brain. Damn you, Walter Kyle. Damn your drunken soul for taking my hands from me.You take my hands away and unbutton my.