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222prostrate across the table. Rachel watched but she knew that Barbara%u2019s consciousness was no longer in her. She was with the entity called Mol. She was more intelligent than herself. The longer she could keep her there, the more Barbara could find out. She knew it was his, Albert%u2019s, cock in her arse keeping her there. Once he stopped ramming her, she%u2014Barbara%u2014would be pulled back into her body. It was her duty, her bank balance, her agreement that was as stake.She watched Albert groan in orgasm and knew once it subsided, he would pull it out. Her perpetual orgasm would end and her consciousness would be dragged back from the light of revelation.She turned on her pheromones and increased Barbara's as she slid under her and told Albert. %u201cFuck us both, alternatively. Me in the front and her in the rear again.%u201d%u201cIt appears that your guinea-pig, Rachel, is doing what you paid her for, and keeping you here with me. I have pondered your question. Here is my answer. No. You won%u2019t die. I have recorded your accounts in books in my reality. Other minds will give you stages to play on. It might be at my death, that something of my creations are carried with me; either into the grave or into the stars. We, none of us, are allowed to understand or realise the nature of ourselves. But so as long as someone, anyone in my reality, reads my account of you and the people you interact with, you will continually be. You will be in their dreamed up universe.%u201dBarbara noticed the light fading and shouted out, %u201cMol. I%u2019ll meet you in the stars one day and we will live a life of exploration and love together. Thank you for your enlightenment.%u201dShe woke with Albert still banging away in her arse. She waited The Search For Consciousness