Well, it'd be up to me to stop taking the drugs and fucking the robot sex dolls long enough to remember there is a greenhouse and then eventually build up the non drugged sex drug robot fuck doll induced memory loss and mind control ability to then function efficiently enough to find the place and read the fucking note. In which case I say we have about three years. So... *three years later* Still fucking robot sex dolls on crazy future drugs. Yearning for more, I use the next available free time happy fun dystopian hardwork life points on travelling to the greenhouse and reconnecting with nature. While there, I notice that what was most likely an automated security system monitoring every move through a series of partially hidden cameras with flickering lights that click on and an audible hum that occurs when the camera motor operates. Human operators were rare, even in such a zone designed with such purpose as a recreational area. The machine side of management seemed to fade out the faster automated systems could be made to process in real time with acceptable outcomes. It turns out it wasn't difficult and soon most of the comfortably human side of the management aspect of society was 'cancelled', that it was characterized by its own form of stubbornness that wasn't too difficult and had the tendency to give with enough intentional prodding. This was determined to be a security flaw and what would be a human receptionist or even a dedicated operator service was all too quickly replaced by entirely computerized features that were indistinguishable from the real thing. Except, you couldn't just ask because it would assure you that it was real. What resulted from the sudden and disguised replacement of human control was a complicated series of biological neurological advancements coupled with machine learning responses that strove to counter the human ingenuity and restore the status quo of completely autonomous functionality without human interaction. Human interaction was reduced to its most basic representation in an organic system that requires continued equilibrium for total sustainability of 12 billion + individual bodies, purely interference and necessary to be removed at the risk of going beyond a point of no return. The skeptical members of a faction seeking revenge for those silenced or otherwise removed as a result of their work to discover the flaws and weak points of the autonomous system. They hold to the belief that it was not humanities fault that the situation had deteriorated but that a series of terrorist infiltration events, attacks on the nation's infrastructure at key points designed to target politicians and hijack them through blackmail and threats of torture or worse, to induce lawlessness and degeneracy as the basis through which they will weaken America. The autonomous system maintains that this belief is a delusion and a symptom of neurological damage which must be corrected with a gene altering injection that will bring the human mind out of the haze of a still primitive stupor and into clarity through which they can once again become functioning and useful members of society, the society that it created. *drugs start to wear off* *handjob mode deactivates* *blowjob mode activates* *presses "up" on the smart pad controller app* *blowjob motion accelerates* *switches to drug control app, Read out: 51% Remaining: Recreational Mood Amplification Options Dopamine Endorphine Opoid Agonist Stimulant Analogue Agonist Multi Compound* *selects stimulants, slides the dosage scroller on the effects x duration chart and programs a 2 hour computer mediated release of the instant acting chemical gas* *switches back to sex controller app* *increases blowjob speed* I. Don't . kNoWW. About you, I for one agree with what the sex dolls want from us. *speaks gibberish while staring at the sex dolls ass* That's why I chose to spend my time writing this novel, while in a drug and sex doll induced delirium in my recreational pod after figuring out how to use more than 2 rewards at a time and hacked the sex doll to contact the outside world, or another time, or something.... *twilight zone music mixed with abusively annoying hardcore gangster rap music*