I ate slowly, taking dainty little bites.  I had done my best to ignore the taste of the fish.  I could still taste a faint hint of blood, and the texture wasn’t as pleasant as fruits, vegetables, and grains. If anyone else had cooked the meal, I would have refused outright but this was my Commander, my Savior.<br/><br/>I watched his move,  and this time I made my move with a bit less deliberation allowing my mind to simply slip into the pattern, that the last player had developed.  I looked upward at him,  wondering for a moment how he saw me.<br/><br/>I listened to The Commander,  I was not shocked or disturbed by his words I believe most would call it apathetic.  My mind had never wandered often to sexuality,  I had learned the mechanics and purpose behind it in health classes, and quickly filed it under useless data.<strong>“I see…”</strong>I said looking to the Commander.<strong>“Has her theory shown promise?</strong>”