Simms was not sure how long it had been since his mother had rearranged all their lives. The days seemed to blur together as he spent his life serving 'Madame' and having no personal life at all.
Currently 'Madame' was having a party out by the pool. The chef, gardner and pool boy were doing the serving as well as stripping for 'Madame' and her wealthy female guests. She did not want Simms 'tired old ass' out there to dampen the mood, so he was keeping busy cleaning the rest of the mansion.
Standing in her rooms he looked sadly at the Cronivac. If only he could use it, but 'Madame' had made sure he was unable towork it at all.
As he was about to leave a little girl came skipping into the room.
She was the spoiled little daghter of one of Madames guests.
Simms had been given the task of keeping the brat entertained while momma partied.
"Whatcha doing? I want something new to play with. I want it NOW!"
He shuddered at the childs screeching voice; but suddenly had an idea.
"Well, see this computer? Do you know how to work one?"
"Of course I do, we have the best computer there is at my house."
Simms smirked, "Oh, I don't think so. This computer can do things yours could never do."
"What, What? TELL ME NOW!"
Simms then proceeded to direct the girl in starting the Cronivac and pulling up his profile. It took a while as he was still unable to even look at the screen while the Cronivac was running and the little brat had the attention span of a flea.
Finally he felt the compulsion not to touch the Cronivac fade. He was free. Quickly pushing the girl aside he pulled her up on the screen and erased her memories of helping him. He then sent her into the other room to play quietly.
He briefly considered killing her, which he thought was an odd thing.
Pulling up his profile he found that in her fumbling the girl had not only removed the Cronivac restriction she had accidently made other mental changes to him as well.