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"Our circulatory systeanics," Mericlou explained with a nod "They degrade without a constant supply of power to keep theh our pores, tear ducts, salivary glands …" She griht; letfor awith blood, as if from open wounds on her forehead, and inside of her eyes and ave a faint shudder "But please, continue I'y "As I was saying, uy, to say the least A few tiot into some severe financial problems, he tried to solicit me for brothels But of course, they wouldn't accept me I don't think they ever bothered to tell him that Alerian models like me are way too fertile to use in that line of work And then he was too stupid to find it out for hiht me to be his workhorse I'd have been saddled with a baby once every nine ical cycles is expensive, and so the brothels wouldn't pay for it But tofor brothels to put ot sick of hi … your service i up the bits of inforent

"Oh, I still have that," Mericlou said "After all, service my purpose in life I just do it in a different way That's where my job comes in"

"I think I understand now," Aldrec said, at lastof a mental connection "Your job fulfills your service imperative, so you don't need a ht"

"Well, what is it that you do, exactly?"

"Many things," Mericlou replied "My time with my master wasn't thein that he had a large collection of work progra of a 'Jack -or Jill- of-all-trades,' I guess you could say"