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 **** 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.