I will change NOTHING

“I’m thinking most women would be scared, rather than aroused,” I continued, and started fiddling with the numbers on my phone. The thing was absurdly massive, and my instinct was to reduce it. Nevertheless, my male ego was instinctively reluctant of losing this gain.

"No, let's do this," I said to myself. "Vanessa likes big dicks, so she will get a big dick."

Liz remained silent. I wondered what she thought. If she had thoughts for real, or if they were just the data patterns of a beta level simulation of a human mind. She had personality. She felt real. But she was only inside my phone. How real could she be?

After thinking too much, and almost getting a headache, I took the elevator down to my garage and looked at my ride options. a white Tesla model S, a black Mercedes AMG SUV, a red Ferrari 296. Some mountain bikes in the corner.

This feels just right, I think, as I let my hands slide over the red Ferrari's bonnet. I went back upstairs and grabbed the keys and my gym bag.