Viviane fainted after hearing Dr. Renard recount the story of her origin. She learned to her great shock and surprise that she was the fusion of two very different women: a brilliant mathematician and physicist on one hand and a tall, sexy, modelesque female escort on the other hand. The true story of her missing past was too much information for her to absorb and so she slept after fainting, but her sleep was restless. Her eye developed a nervous tic even as she slept.

In her sleep, Viviane dreamed she was in a place with no floors, no walls and no ceiling. She did not hover weightless, but stood as if on the ground, but there was nothing below her. She imagined being dressed as Mistress Lilou in her tight, sexy schoolgirl uniform. In this room without end, random men, one-by-one stepped up to her. Viviane’s face showed fear, anxiety and disgust all at once.

The first man she met in this infinite room was an average-looking, overweight, middle-aged, balding man with a bad comb-over.

“Hi sweetcheeks! Remember me?” he asked. Viviane was paralyzed with shock. “I was your first. We had fun didn’t we?”

The second man stepped up to Viviane smoking a cigarette. He teeth were all yellow from smoking way too much and his breath smelled like both an ashtray and sour like an old sock.

“We had a great time! How come you never answered my calls after that first time?”

A third man came up next. He was short, rotund and sweated much. There was a thin, oily layer of sweat that shined off his face, neck and arms. He sweated so much that the armpits of his shirt were wet with spots.

“I was gentle with you. I hope you’d remember that.”

A fourth man approached. This one was seventy years old with wrinkled skin, a large overgrown nose and only a few hairs on his head, but more than a few growing out of his ears. He smiled at Viviane when he saw her and revealed a mouth with several missing teeth.

“You were the best I had, before I passed away.”

And on and on it went. A parade of slimy, sweaty, sticky, smelly, scruffy and otherwise odious men of all shapes and sizes filed past Viviane in her dream until they all blended into a blur and the endless room spun with colors making Viviane dizzy and nauseous.

Viviane woke up with a gasp and her eyes popped wide open. Her breathing was quick and panicky. After a split second, she realized it was all a dream and sat up on Dr. Renard’s sofa in his office. Viviane remembered that it was a revolting dream and it made her feel sick. Knowing the truth that part of her came from a female escort and the thought of having slept with hundreds and hundreds of men made her ill to her stomach.

With two hands, Viviane grabbed her mouth as she involuntarily tried to vomit. She was so sickened by her gross dream that she almost lost all self-control and nearly vomited onto the floor. She took deep breaths between heaves to prevent herself from making a mess.

After she calmed down a bit, tears welled up in her eyes and ran like a faucet. She went from holding her mouth to wiping her eyes and she could not stop crying no matter how hard she tried. It was as if her body was possessed and she could not control it anymore.

Dr. Renard, who lay Viviane down on the sofa after she fainted, sat there in silence and just waited for this emotional episode to be over. He dared not look at nor say anything to Viviane since he knew it was his fault for everything that happened to her. He looked away while she finished crying.

Viviane’s emotions receded somewhat to the point where she could think again.

It all makes sense now! Why I have no memories before age twelve. Why I feel like my career is being pulled in two different directions all the time. Why I’m so good at math and why I’m a model at the same time. And why I feel a connection to Anaelle and Marielle. It all makes sense!

Viviane looked over at Dr. Renard, but as soon as they made eye-contact, Dr. Renard became uncomfortable and looked away. He was frightened to face her and what she might accuse him of.

Viviane was quiet when she spoke first to Dr. Renard. “So, after I was created from the fusion of two women, how did I get from the research Transportal into a foster home?”

“There’s not much more to tell,” answered Dr. Renard, “but I suppose you should know everything.”