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220moment, pushed the needle in through Barbara%u2019s clitoris, wiggling it as she continued pushing it as the smell of burning pork assailed her nostrils, and Barbara%u2019s screams deafened her.Rachel, alone, knew they were not screams of terror or unbearable pain, they were cries of infinite joy.Barbara felt no pain. She felt her body squeezing like it was a collapsing toothpaste tube, and her consciousness was toothpaste being squeezed out freed from its lifetime confinement.The thrill was so intense: a pleasure no longer of the body or a biological mind, but of the very essence of consciousness itself. She wished never to return to her physical self. She moved willingly and with haste into that blinding light.The light faded and she stood before a bearded old man, smiling at her.He stood up and said, %u201cWelcome Babs. Please sit down,%u201d and waved his hand at a comfy seat.She was bewildered and sat in the chair. She watched him come around from behind the desk and kneel down in front of her. %u201cI am Mol. I know you of all others desired to know the truth.%u201d%u201cWhere am I?%u201d She asked.%u201cAre you certain you wish to know?%u201d He asked her, touching her naked body with a gentle, caring and loving hand.%u201cYes. I really do. I have wondered about, and questioned, the nature of reality since I was a little girl.%u201dHe nodded. I nodded!%u201cThen, I will tell you all that I know.%u201dShe looked at me with excited eyes.%u201cYou exist in my mind. I created you, and your life is part of my mind. I record the life you live in my imagination, you and everyone that The Search For Consciousness