Cerve is waiting for you with the email pulled up

Cerve has the email pulled up on a floating table next to a glass of water and the bottle of the remaining pills from the original package. She says nothing while you read the last line again.

When you've accepted that only we can remove the device simply start taking one of the pills that came with the cage a day and respond to this email with "I am willing to serve"

Were you willing to serve?

you just stare at the line for some time. You pick up the pill bottle and feel the heft of it in your hand, hear the rattle of the little pressed pills as you move it. From the effects last night you think they must be some kind of psychoactive ****. The email said once a day and it hadn't been 24 hours since your last dose. Was it still effecting you now? Last night it immediately dimmed your vision and you seem to be able to see pretty well, but that effect went away by the time you woke up from the... activities. Maybe its effects required some other stimulus...

You open the bottle and take out one pill to get a closer look. It's an off white standard oval with no markings, impossible to look up anything online. Well, at least for your human eyes.

Alex : "Hey, Cerve. Can you tell me anything about these pills? Is there anything online."

Cerve : "No honey, they appear to be custom pressed, there could be anything in them."

You roll the little oval in your hand, squeeze it gently between your fingers. Such a small thing. You feel as if you are on the precipice of some great cliff . You open up a reply to the email and type out the message, one key stroke at a time. "I... am.... willing... to... serve" and just leave it there. Your toes poking over the cliff now. Life changing consequences are just the tiniest muscle movement away, it wouldn't even take a whole second.

You feel the anxiety of the moment swell in you. Nothing else you've done so far has really been truly in your hands. You've been under some influence or another or gently **** into taking the path of least resistance. You think to your alternatives. A life without sex wasn't too different than the life you were living before Cerve, you could manage it. Thinking about stepping back now, trudging on in your unfulfilled life you find that prospect is somehow more humiliating, more daunting than one step forward.

You take one last look at the pill in your hand and before you even admit your decision to yourself it is in your mouth and chased by a swig of water. you hit send on the email.