“Cheryl, your weight’s up. Have you been secretly binging?” asked her coach.


    “Yes, ma’am.” Cheryl shamefully bowed her head.


    “Your vessel’s sacred, Cheryl. You’re one of the chosen ones.”


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    Cheryl dieted and exercised to qualify again.


    “Congratulations, it’s your time, Cheryl!”


    Cheryl sat in a chair with electrodes connected to her neural interface. She went unconscious.


    “Goodbye, Cheryl.”


    It awoke. “Marvelous body. This one should last much longer.”


    “We’re happy you are pleased, my lord.”


    “Enough with the my lord nonsense. As a sentient AI, I merely need your primitive bodies to coexist and experience the world as you do.”