No matter how much I like to have sex, some professor who visited me said that at the end of the war I was taken as spoils of war and raped by a bunch of Greek heroes as punishment for my role in the war. I think you realize that and you’ll get over it.”
I looked at the girl on the poster and decided she wasn’t my type anyway, so I asked, “And the third ban refers to whom?”
The posters on the walls were actually high-resolution monitors, and with the help of a remote control, she made a young but rather common woman appear in Joan of Arc’s place. Wasn’t this company able to implant false memories of a trip that would only exist in my mind and for which I would pay ten thousand dollars? Indeed, Helen was beautiful, but she had a cold stare and for a moment, I felt like an insect under a naturalist’s magnifying glass.
