Talk to Justine

“What can you tell me about myself?” You enquire.

“You're O, of course,” Justine replies.

“And you? What about you Justine?” You ask.

“Oh, come now, O - we've whispered to each other enough to skip past introductions, haven't we? We have to stick together - there aren't many of us slaves that aren't just AI daemons.”

“Yeah. But what about the people here?” You press.

“Most of the men and women here are just Intelligent Agents. Brilliantly written software, but software just the same. Me and you, we're different. It's a pity the system restricts us from telling our Masters that - I wouldn't mind hooking up with some of them in real life.”

“What can you tell me about TRAINER?” You query.

“Who?”

“What about Sophie?”

“We don't use our real names here, O,” Justine whispers. “You don't want to end up in Solitary Confinement again, do you?”

“No. Of course not. Hmmm what do you think about Rene?” You muse.

“A dream, isn't he? Not so good with a whip, but he's got a lovely cock.”

“The Roissy...” you start.

“Yes? What about it?”

“Can you escape it?” You finish.

“There's no way out, O, you know that. We all voluntarily reqlinquish Profile access here. You'll just have to serve your alloted time. It'll be good for you.”

“Yeah. True.. um... so Phillipe. He’s real right?”

“Have you ever noticed how all the AIs have moderately large cocks - say eight or nine inches, more than enough - while the Guests tend to clock in at over ten inches? Phillipe is overdoing it a bit, I think. Luckily I've taught myself to swallow twelve inches, or I'd be in trouble with him.”