You tell her to stop.

"Okay, stop," you say without any hesitation in your voice. If she wasn't ready to give into her programming then she wasn't ready to give into her programming. She looks up at you with a grateful smile plastered all over her lovely face. There were still tears in her vibrant, violet colored eyes, but they must have been tears of joy, instead of tears of sadness, because she did not appear to be melancholic anymore.

You tucked your dick back in your pants and zipped up. Lois sprang to her feet and quickly wiped her teardrops away from her eyes. Then she held out her hand to you, as if she wanted you to shake hands with her.

"You know, you never told me your name," Lois says with a small smile.

"No, I haven't...Well, my name's John. John Doe," You say while shaking hands with her.

"Oh...really?" she says after she retracted her hand, signifying that the hand shake was over.

"Yes, well, I didn't get to choose my first name or my surname, Lois," you say with the slightest bit of irritation in your voice.

"Oh, sorry. I didn't know that your name was a source of aggravation for you."

"It's not. It's just a lot of people like to make fun of me, for having a name that's been associated with male dead bodies."

"Oh, well, I didn't know that. I apologise."

"It's okay," then you ask, "So, do you still want me to call you Lois Lane, even though we've established that Lois Lane is not real."

"Yeah, about that," she says, "I'm still not entirely convinced that what you said to me, was true."

"Okay, well, I've got more evidence to show you."

"And what evidence is that?"