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I am at another airport now, and the sexual torture sensation from that last airport seems to have abated, for the moment at least. On both of my last two flights, the person sitting next to me looked like Helene. When I missed the connecting flight, it seemed like Gary the Ghoul was waiting at my gate to try to strike up a conversation. I immediately recognized his beady eyes, and I was glad not to accidentally share a warm regard with him. As he was trying to strike up a conversation with us, some other disguise monster woman, his companion apparently, rushed us tried to join in shared moment of camaraderie with us over having all missed the connection, but I was able to easily recognize Gary the Ghoul, or else I was able to easily to convince myself that some other person was Gary.
Seems like a lot of the faces in the crowd at the airport are masked faces of the people I was interacting with in the Colombia station in Antarctica.
After I landed, I did the digital exam to see what was changed with my implants. Usually, I only go to the fingernail knuckle depth, but I checked to the second knuckle now to see if they had pushed the stuff way down deep in there. I did not feel anything shallow, but at two knuckles depth I did feel some small hard point. It was right on the surface and I could scrape it easily with my finger nail. Not sure if it's a tiny dingleberry stuck in the myriad folds of the butthole wrinkles, or if it the zapper microchip of the 9:00 zapper.
Overall, the only sensations I think I felt at this airport are the 9:00 zapper down in the anus and a buzzer or light wriggler in the pre-anal 9:00 area. However, I did detect a new very small, pointed hard thing at two knuckles' depth on the 9:00 side of the poop chute.
