It really is.

Mark stared at his girlfriend as she growled at him. He couldn't make out any humanity or intelligence at all in her eyes anymore. She was nothing more than a dumb animal, a sexually-drive automaton.

She opened her mouth and proved him wrong. "See you next time," she said, slurring the final syllable into a long humming sound. Her eyes trained emptily on him for a moment then became unfocused. Her mouth kept opening and closing, like she was trying to talk but didn't know how. She stared hungrily at Mark and her jaw motion slowly slowed till she was just gaping at me. It was uncanny.

"Uh, Mark?" he asked. After few tense seconds, he tried again. "Remote?" Another dull non-reaction. He swallowed hard.

"Connie?"

"Uhhhhhh..." she said, eyes never focusing. His eyes drifted to her gently rising and falling chest as she droned. "Uhhh. Ahhhhhhhhh. Ummmmmm..."

Mark stared at the remote. This fucking thing had just somehow put _him _into his girlfriend's body and now it was driving some version of him insane with lust. Suddenly she kicked hard and began to struggle. He watched her bring her hands to her glistening mound and rub clumsily and thought of something Jane had said.

I don't think I can get myself off!

Connie's body was snarling now, tears streaming down her face as she angrily fingered herself. It didn't appear to be giving her any satisfaction. Mark knelt down and stared into her eyes as she thrashed.

"Mark?" He asked again, and again she stared dully at me. "Do you want me to fuck you?"

She grunted twice and tried to leap at me. Being bound at the ankles and wrists made her clumsy and he jumped backwards, sending her crashing to the floor. She loosed a long, guttural groan and rose to her knees. Her disheveled hair was strewn across her face and she had a nasty-looking rug burn on one arm, but it didn't seem to bother her. She remained kneeling and tried to reach out for Mark. He was tempted to give her what she needed but the other Mark, whoever that was, had told him not to.

What was going on with that other Mark, anyway? He had acted very strange even before he descended into a haze of lust. He said that the remote wasn't an entity and that it might have the same goals as him. God, if only there had been time to question him before he went feral! Mark considered fucking Connie's body to see if that would bring him back. As he was pondering this, Connie appeared to slow down. Her groans became lower and quieter and her shoulders slumped.

As she trailed off, he reached out to touch her left breast. She didn't react at all, her eyes completely unfocused and her breathing slow. Her facial expression didn't change when he caressed her cheek or when he reached between her legs. Mark stared into her unblinking face again.

"Who are you?" he asked. It felt silly, like asking a mannequin.

To his surprise, she instantly replied. "No one," she said thickly, her unfocused eyes trained on the floor.

"No one?" Mark repeated, as much to himself as to her. She grunted an affirmation. He studied her for a moment, trying to decide what to do next. Her knees had to be hurting by now, even if she couldn't feel it. "Can you stand up?"

"Yes," she said in an unsettling monotone. After a second he realized what he had forgotten. "Stand up, walk to the bed, and sit on the bed," he commanded. She immediately obeyed. Her movements were slow and deliberate and she continued to stare blankly at nothing when she was seated.

"Do you know anything about this remote?" Mark asked her and she shook her head no. Shit, that would have been too easy. "What can you tell me? Where are you from?"

"I can tell you many things, and I'm not from anywhere," she droned.

"Ok, can you tell me anything that would be useful to me in this situation?"

"The remote wants to help you," she said. "It wants you to help it." Despite her creepy monotone, he was getting a little turned on again just talking to my nude, blank girlfriend.

"I thought you didn't know anything about the remote," he reminded her.

"I don't know anything. I don't have knowledge. I can tell you things but I can't know them because I'm not a person. Only people can know things. I'm no one."

"What the fuck does that mean?" Mark was getting a little frustrated. "And look at me when we're talking. It's weird that you're just staring at the wall."

She turned her glassy eyes to him and replied. "I'm not a person. I am in control of a person's body and can do many things with it, including speak. When I speak I can say many things, some of them useful to you. That doesn't mean I possess a mind, which is a prerequisite for knowledge."

Her unfocused stare didn't make him feel any less awkward. "Ok, then, tell me more about the remote."

"It will give you what you want if you give it what it wants."

"Right, sex."

"No," she said flatly. "Experience. Think of it as a storage bank for experiences. Everything anyone in this body feels, or sees, or thinks gets stored. It is seeking out sexual experiences like a guided missile. It is its purpose."

As Mark sat down next to her her eyes tracked his, never breaking contact. "So who made this thing? Where did it come from?"

"I can't tell you that," she droned. Of course not.

"Alright, so it wants experiences? Why is it so focused on sex? Why not climbing trees or eating sushi?"

"This specific remote may be intended specifically to capture sexual experiences, or it may be a way of getting your attention."

"You don't know?" Mark asked before correcting himself. "Yes, yes, you don't know anything. So, no one, is there anything else you can tell me?"

"I can tell you what your next request should be," she replied.