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thought I’d be back home.   I curled in on myself to go over all the insanity in my head.   I tried to figure out, once again, what the Hell was really going on.   What explanation could there be?   No good answers brought on another session of tears.   Then I bucked up.
    I summoned Kang and had him give me therapy while I stayed huddled up in bed.   I needed to have all the information Whore gave to me regurgitated nice and slow.  
    “How the Hell is that possible?”
    He told me how.
    “But why?   Why me?   Why the Hell did this have to happen right when I’d finished my tour and was just starting to get my life straightened out?”
    There weren’t any answers so I let myself cry again.   I tried to fuel my tears with more revelations of misery.   “Everyone I ever knew is dead.   Is that what you’re telling me?”
    “Yes, mistress.   Humans cannot live 2,080 years.   If they had somehow lived there is a 96.8% probability they would have been become brain-dead hosts to the Instajant parasites.    Only 368,046 humans are left.   Most of humanity was culled during the Instajant invasion.”
    “What the fuck!” I said through my tears.   “Can you get me that damn vaccine?”
    “You have already been vaccinated, mistress.”
    I wiped my nose on what I’d figured out to be toilet paper.   “Of course…of course you did.   Probably during my brain surgery, right?   Or when you were fucking up my ovaries or some shit?”
    “All your required treatments were performed during one procedure, mistress.”
    “Fuck you!”   I continued sobbing loudly.
    Okay, I wasn’t really angry at him.   I wasn’t even that hysterical.   I wanted to get on with whatever I had to face here without any baggage holding me back.   I needed catharsis, and emotionless robots made handy punching bags.
    When my swollen eyes and raw throat finally needed a break I went after my cold fish donut.  
    “Can you get me some water?”
    “Of course, mistress.   How much water would you—“
    “Like a two liter or something.   And some hot coffee, too.”
    “That beverage is not available here—“
    “Well I need coffee, damn it!”   I started gesturing at him with one flailing arm.   “Go into your Earth database thing.   Figure out what coffee is.   And bring me the fricking equivalent.”
    “Of course, mistress.   I am very sorry you are distressed today, mistress.”
    I froze and looked at him.   “You don’t have emotions, do you?”
    “No, mistress.”
    “I’m not distressed, Kang.   I’m frustrated.   I was just taking it out on you so it didn’t come out with Hor-Denay or Elentinus.”
    “That is a very wise strategy, mistress.   However, you must refer to my master as ‘Lord Elentinus’ until you are married to him.   Then you must refer to him as ‘husband.’”
    “Oh my God.   Get me coffee now, please.”
    He revved up to go.
    “Wait.”   I grabbed the utensil that came with my food and scratched a small letter K in the middle of his chest. “Okay, now go.”
    He revved up again.
    “And don’t tell Hor-Denay I was snippy with you, okay?”
    “I am not required to report on your treatment of me, mistress.”
    “Good.   Then hurry the fuck up.”
    He sped off and I managed a weary laugh.   Being a bitch was a great stress reliever.   Kang didn’t deserve it, but, then, he didn’t mind, so why not?   Right now my life was out of control and I felt like a victim.   I would make him my whipping boy until my head was in a better place.
    I was a lot calmer once I had the weird thick gingery/cucumbery drink Kang brought me.   It had to have caffeine because it made my headache go away and perked me up.   I used the energy to take a shower.  
    Kang showed me the clear trunk under my bed with everything I needed.   I had one similar for some of my stuff in the clinic in Botswana .    If they piped in some flies, stifling heat, sweat stink, and gave me an