Sigh merely shrugged. "In any event it is too late. You are special. Bots will not change that. You have tried many times to turn away. It is your destiny. You already know this. When you were in those films, that man told you. Do you remember? Do you remember? That man was me..."

Keiko remembered instantly. It was the last adult film she ever did. It all came flooding back. She had been shooting all day long, scene after scene, crying between takes, when suddenly the man above her began whispering something into her ear. Images of snow falling on high mountain meadows cooled her sweat drenched body. The place were they were joined together suddenly felt like two little children running beside the tumbling alpine stream, cool and clear. Dressed only in linen robes, their bare feet glided over frostywhite, jagged boulders; they jumped and lept from one precarious perch to the next, singing haunting melodies that echoed off steep cliffs of rock and ice. As the latespring storm covered freshly bloomed wildflowers, they abruptly stopped and turned towards each other. Flower, song and mountain merged them together as mother earth.

And then she was alone, back on the darkened set, a towel hastily thrown over her desecrated body. They had simply left her there.

Instantly she knew something was growing inside her. The laughter of little ones silently ringing in her soul. Her eyes flooded with tears.

Excerpt from Speaking in Tongues.