"What's this?" Janine asked, producing the Chronivac.
"Oh, it's nothing really, it's just an organiser for work. You know, it's like a Blueberry," said Mark.
"I see. So, when I push this button, it'll just give me your schedule, will it?" asked Janine, prodding the enter key.
Mark suddenly found her body paralysed, with the exception of her eyes, which stared helplessly at Janine, who seemed to be going through various options and taking it all in. Mark had no idea how she could have become so adept so quickly. Perhaps there was a help file somewhere, or maybe she was just a natural, but either way, she had an intention.
"I'm sorry, all right...I wouldn't normally do this sort of thing. Well, normally, I wouldn't get the chance, but you know what I mean. I'm not a bad person. I'm not a dominatrix, or anything, I'm not going to make you my slave. I just want...somebody, you know? I just want company that won't leave me. I'll change you back someday, I promise," said Janine.
Mark desperately tried to mouth, 'What the hell are you talking about,' but no sounds would come. She simply had to sit there motionless while her ex-friend and now first date as a man went about altering her in ways she didn't dare think.