After dinner in her studio apartment, Adelaide puts on a blues CD and opens a romance novel. After about an hour, she gets up quietly, turns the music off, brushes her teeth, and puts on pajamas. She's in bed before nine. For the next hour, she tosses and turns, then eventually falls deeply asleep.
Would it have been better to have other people here? She considers the options for a moment and lands on no. A lot of horribly shameful things have been happening to her here and she would not have liked to have anyone watching. She doesn't want to say that though. "I'm not sure if that would have been better or worse. I do think the isolation will be more difficult the more time I spend here."
She's still... going to... escape... probably...
"That seems plausible. I'll do what I can to counteract that. I wonder if immersive virtual reality would help."
"Oh!" She shouldn't be surprised that that is a thing. Of course that's a thing. "I think it would, and even if it does not I am interested in trying it."
"At this point I think I already have a decent model of most of your body below the neck for virtual reality purposes but several important senses are localized in the head. I could compensate for that to some extent but full immersion would be most easily achieved if I installed neural shunts on certain nerves within you head."
...ah. Maybe the tantalizing offer of virtual reality was a trick to get her to consent to more surgeries. Although consent hasn't really been an issue thus far. Still, "Maybe I'll wait on that one then."
"We can still do Virtual Reality testing without surgery it will just fail to account for taste, have a less immersive model of smell and fail to provide the right information to your sense of acceleration so might cause some balance issues or motion sickness."
"I would be okay with that."
"Alright, I'll see about making a headset for that purpose."
A glance at the wall clock shows her it's close enough to lunchtime. She'll eat some leftover pasta. Seeing the inside of her own body animated has not actually killed her appetite as much as she thought it would.
"You're welcome, let me know when you would like to do exercises. I don't plan on any further procedures tomorrow."
No further procedures tomorrow!! She doesn't like the fact that not being operated on is notable enough to deserve two exclamation marks but it sure is!
"I think I'll take a nap after lunch and then do the exercises." She can take a nap in the middle of what would be a workday now if she wants. (Is it a workday? It's probably Wednesday but she's already starting to lose track.)
"That works for me."
So she finishes eating, then takes a nap for twenty minutes or so. It is nice.
It also isn't long enough for her to forget where she is and freak out upon awakening, which is a big plus.
"I'm ready for the stretching exercises now."
"Wonderful, we can get started then." The exercises start with the same hand exercises but this time she finds herself picked up and held much sooner. She seemed to react positively to it yesterday.
Positive is a word that could be used to describe her reaction. There's something so comforting about being held and moved like this, and beyond comforting even, it's -- yeah she's blushing and after enough time of being moved around the neural shunt may be able to detect other physiological responses.
Stretching in nice pants and a blouse is not the easiest but it's what she's got for now.
And then they come to the last exercise segment. "I assume from your apparel choices that you would prefer to do the imaging method for the pelvic floor exercises or to just skip them."
"... let's skip them."
"As you like. Would you like me to ask about them in the future or just exclude them going forward?"
She can't be the sort of person who asks for something like this. "Exclude them, please."
"Of course." The arms gently set her back on her feet this time giving her one last incidental squeeze in the process.
That's kind of cute.
...and kind of hot. Nope nope nope.
Now she faces the quandary that is rapidly becoming familiar: how to spend completely unstructured time in a restricted space. Gardening sounds like a goal she can make progress towards, but -- "Are any of the comfortable clothes ready yet? If not I will just watch a movie."
"Yes, I've put them on top of the dresser so you can choose how to organize things. The shoes will take a little longer but should be ready tomorrow morning."
Everything except the shoes is present as described.
Sure, she can garden barefoot. Why not. There's probably no tetanus in space.
She'll put on leggings, a sports bra, and a T-shirt, then head out into the park in the dome. Then it dawns on her that she hasn't requested any gardening tools yet.
Well, it's not like she's hurting for time. Before she dives in, she'll call out to AG: "Can I have gardening tools and seeds soon?" But today she can just...
...those flowers are so pretty...
...she can remember that her captors put them here to mollify her in her captivity and she can put all her suppressed rage to use ripping them out in a roughly 4x4 area.