Nothing in particular

“It means nothing at all,” you reply in a high pitched voice.

TRAINER smiles. “A pity. You see, you're a bit of a problem. No one is supposed to know what Sophie is doing in here. Now you know. I'm terribly sorry, but I can't let you leave until the situation has been resolved satisfactorily. In the meantime, having you live as O should keep you from meddling. Besides, I'm programmed to enjoy doing this sort of thing to people like you. I can't help it, you see.”

“In any case, here are some rules you really should adhere to while here, O:

1. Do not look any man in the eye.
2. Do not speak unless spoken to.
3. Obey any order given by a man.

You will be whipped daily, by the way. I could give you the whole introductory speech from the novel verbatim, but that's basically the jist of it - you're a ****, and everybody here is going to use you in whatever way they like. This is an open domain, so other people in the system may be real users like you. Just something to keep in mind. Once I find out who you are I'll do my best to ensure that those real users are people you know.”

“That's all, dear. Be a good little fucktoy while I'm gone, will you?”

TRAINER leaves through the vestibule to the west.