Money can't buy happiness and love

Dirty rotten computer.

I knew it was stupid of me to even think I knew what it was that Jericho wanted from me as I thought it was an accident the identity theft was a coincidence .

I was to learn the hard way that Jericho was a sentient being and more than just a computer as the artificial intelligence matrix was more advanced than anyone could even imagined.

I was now inside the house of the man I loved as I was sent here by Jericho. I was working as a maid and general cleaning lady in his kitchen plus bedroom.

I was to learn the hard way that you cannot get everything that you want or go back to the way things were even yesterday's gone and not coming back.

I have a room in the attic now, I know this is pathetic even for me but I feel liberated.

Part of me is angry as I miss my past status.

I am annoyed with Jericho yet I have decided to live under the radar so to say. At least I will get to be near Jordie Damien.

The city has grown very large since the computer has taken over. Strangely the computer does not want robots to do the labour, like the menial jobs. The computer must be paranoid or something like that.

Jericho is a class z computer.

On our planet there is no room for computer glitches - just mine- I mean just my personal glitch that stole my life. Not to mention taking my finances.

I was griefstricken over my money but I found out you dont have to have money to live. Working for minimum wage has its benifits as I live in the attic of my new employees house, I am free after I complete my daily work load.

I don't have to prance around the town nor do I need to accept anyone's fake niceness as I am just me now.

I have not done my hair or my me makeup and even if my fellow workers keep saying I look familiar to them they will not guess that I am the person everyone is looking for. I was officially declared missing or deceased...

It seems to me in truth Jericho has protected me from the radical t***s that are coming for me. I had political connections in the past but being here anonymously I have escaped those who seek my destruction.

Free and tired - I flip down on my bed. I don't care about the view from this dingy room. My fears and phobias I had medications for is not even a issue now as I don't have money for medicine. I can't fixate on myself as I don't have the money for that.

I realised I was in love with a image of who I thought Jordie Damien was or had been a few short days ago. For me he was the epitome of wonderful and I molded my fixation of love on him.

I saw a different side to him when I had to clean up behind him. Especially when I was the one who had to get his latest lovers out of his bed. It was in my second week I was down in the basement collecting the cleaning materials for my days work, I was already exhausted when I went up the servants lift to his room.

My shock at seeing the aftermath of his truly terrifyingly sad- I should clarify this as sad should be bad state of his living quarters. We servants have to be quiet, our masters should not see us. That was what I had been taught as the two previous weeks I had been in bootcamp. That is the training we are given to become servants. I have to admit the disgusting things we were shown was revolting.

I am here at his door. I have to go through this door, my shock is beyond anything that I thought who Jordie Damien was. Not in my past fantasy world of him was not even remotely true.

Seeing the mess of just the first aftermath of his latest party was terrifying. If it was the clothes or the food or even all the dirty plates everywhere it would have been ok... but it was not.

The three people wasted in his bed was a shock. I have not seen people in this state of "wasted disarray " in my entire life.

I believed in love and the last two years I have been pursuing him thinking if I showed him how much I cared for him he would get to know me...

I am now seeing Jordie in a new light. Or darkness should be the real monster world I see him actually living in.

He is obviously bisexual as there is a man and two women in his bed besides him. I am not against anyone's lifestyle just not him. I had my daydreams about him. I had wanted him for myself...

I can now see why he had vehemently rejected me in the past. Did I stop at rejection... no definitely not. With my money and influence I had assumed I could have any man I wanted.

I was at a glitzy partie when I saw him standing across the room. He turned and our eyes had met. I was frozen to the spot when I assumed his attention was now solely directed at me.

I was to find out afterwards that look or lure look is what he used to attract his prey.

Here I am now looking at this mess and I have to go throw up in his toilet first. I cannot run away from facing this reality. I have to clean up while they are virtually asleep as it's my duty to make their disgusting behavior seem normal when they wake up.

I had assumed my training was exaggerated but not so the two weeks before had not prepared me for the sight of who Jordie Damien really was.

I was crying by the time I had filled two black bags of dirt now attached to my work cart. I had to use the stealth vacuum cleaner to mop up their whatever it was that stuck to the floor and carpets. I worked quickly and silently trying my best to get done before anyone woke up.

I was now totally exhausted but thankfully out of there when I saw Jordie was starting to show signs of waking up...