Recharge, he thought. That’s what this holiday is. A recharge! The option to get away from it all, get away from the stresses of life in London. To sit back, and relax, and weigh up one’s options in life. Gradually, light oozed through his slumber and, yawning, Dex rolled over and reached out for Katrina, hoping for that soft warm flesh contact that made sleeping with a woman so special. The space next to him was empty. But damn, she was an early riser - even after all the wine and sex? Dex grinned to himself, remembering their previous evening’s antics. God, I’m good, he thought. Slowly, he sat up. “Katrina?” No response. Dex climbed to his feet, back aching a little, knees aching a little, everything aching a little. I’m getting old, he thought with just a touch of sourness. Soon it’ll be time to visit the joint-refit doctors! But he knew, deep down, he never would. Some people visited the blades for sheer fun. Vanity obsessives. Others, more restrained, visited only when their human shells - their organic chassis - started to break down, to creak, to show its age like a ground-down, ungreased ball-joint.
