An Immortal 2

Jason sat quietly in his seat during the meeting. He did not have anything particular to say.

"Neuroscience will be our gate to new, marketable products," someone asserted.
"You're talking about pornography. You want to market vicarious sex through the internet."
"Yes. Why not?"

Jason found himself staring at a young, female executive.

"Sooner or later, won't women be able to sell themselves for virtual sex?" she asked.
"They are able to do that now," someone interjected.
"Is Prostitution legal then?"
"Well, it's hard to regulate the internet."

He found himself staring at her once again. Who was she?

"Are you new?" Jason asked.
"Yes I am Mr. Lambert," she responded, "My name is Francis Evans."
"You are unsure about the role of neuroscience in technology."
"Yes. Soon they'll be manufacteuring our personalities. The brain is a complex organism. I really wouldn't want to fuck it up."

"I see."

Jason Lambert casually walked off. The elevator shot upward and the door opened. He slid the key to his penthouse and the lights immediately turned on where-ever he was walking or motionless.

"Hello Mr. Lambert."
"Hello Edna. Could you please open the shades?"

Immediately the shades opened, like eyes opening.

"What is for dinner Edna?"
"Lasagna."

Jason took out some Lasagna from the freezer and put it in the oven.

"Please heat the lasagna."
The oven turned on by itself.
"In 4 minutes, it will be done."
"Thank you."