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smiling seductively “But does
what his Excellency sees please him?” She asked. I chose to reply
without saying a word. My bright red kaftan and equally bright red
woollen under-suit ended up draped across a white stool, in front
of an elegant white dressing table, beside my knee high boots. Miss
Proust, who had absolutely insisted that it was ‘not proper’ for
her to tell me her personal name, nor call me by mine, in spite of
our very recent intimate circumstances, lay on her side facing
me.
    With both of us
lying there stark naked, unembarrassed and relaxed, I thought a
little more research might well be useful. So I decided to try some
shock tactics.
    “If I ordered you
to kill yourself, would you obey?” I asked the beautiful Miss
Proust, who paled a little, understandably taken aback by my
dramatic question.
    “Would you leave
me the option to refuse, your Excellency?” She asked, a little
fearful.
    “Not if I wanted
you to die, no” I replied bluntly.
    “Then there would
be no option Excellency” She said matter-of-factly, adding “Is that
your wish?” Miss Proust asked, hiding her fear “To watch me kill
myself?” Clearly she would have.
    “No, no my dear,
just testing” Relief flooded her beautiful face.
    “By what right do
we, you know, my family and I, reign supreme Miss Proust?” I asked.
The woman smiled, as though she had just realized something
    “By Divine Right
Excellency” Miss Proust answered “It is ordained as is the movement
of the stars and the passing of night to day” She replied, like a
school girl reciting the right answer.
    “And what of those
who fail to bear true witness to this divine ordination?” I asked,
only now realising that Miss Proust thought all of this was some
kind of test.
    “To the food
chambers with all of them your Excellency” She replied
emphatically.
    “To eat?” I asked
expressionlessly, Miss Proust burst into a pretty laugh, then
apologized and answered very respectfully.
    “No, your
Excellency, to work in the food production chambers” She said
rather primly. Well, if she thought this was all some kind of game,
I could see good sense in playing along with that idea.
    “If you were to be
with my child what then?” I asked the extremely beautiful naked
woman, trying to keep my focus on learning facts.
    “That cannot be
your Excellency” She replied spontaneously “It would be
impossible”. There was no explanation, or even an indication that
she objected in any way to this apparent fact. Dictated, no doubt,
by my extremely dictatorial ‘Supreme Family’. Yet Miss Proust, nor
the other two I’d met, were nothing like mindless drones at all. By
the time we had showered and dressed, the Supreme Family’s
transportation had arrived.
    The city T.T.V.
was gone along with the Governor, his two colleagues and the State
Security Guard Detail. In their place was a fantastic, spaceship
looking vessel. Black and very lethal looking, this vehicle was
clearly more than a means of transportation. Even without the
covered guns, the dozen or so Supreme Guards, with their green and
gold uniforms, and very heavy armaments, made it very clear that
this was, in fact, a craft designed for warfare.
    “Would you like to
join me Miss Proust?” I asked, at the top of the mansion’s three
steps, then lead her down to the craft’s open, gull-wing door.
Though she covered it well, the woman’s elation at the prospect was
readily apparent.
    “Excellency” The
senior guard welcomed, after we had reached the T.T.V., walked up
the steps and crossed its boarding platform. Then we settled into
the body hugging, perfectly comfortable recliner seats, while the
door swished down to seal us in. Unlike the city’s T.T.V., this
vehicle did more than just float gently along. It had quite a bit
of acceleration and a top speed around the 100 k.p.h. mark or
perhaps even more. We left suburbia within minutes and passed
through miles of hot houses and low lying