Alright, so after brainstorming a bit, I had an idea. There is a thematically workable solution to the problem. Something Margaret could do that wouldn't seem out of character, that wouldn't directly bring up the specter of attempted rape (although you could argue that she still intended to be naughty), and still piss off Sam enough to put them in conflict.

  I present to you, the least offensive version of chapter 6:

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  “Why? Because I’m naughty and a slut. But only here, where it doesn’t matter,” she said with a laugh. “And something tells me you’ve never had sex as a man before. I want to take your male virtual virginity.”

  Was Sleeping Sam truly a virgin? Surely a mighty barbarian such as I had had plenty of women before. But I could remember nothing. It was as if tonight were the first night I was alive, and I felt fear of this tiny woman. “No, wait… I’m not...” I was backing away still, causing her to laugh.

  “Shhh,” She whispered, leaning in close. “Trust me this won’t hurt. Quite the opposite.” She said grinning. She reached out and gently touched my face. I was struck by how alluring she smelled, a scent like fresh-cut flowers mixed with an undefinable musky scent that stirred something in me.

  I shook my head trying to clear the alluring scent from my nostrils. “Are those pheromones?” I asked, sniffing, suddenly recalling something dimly. “Like the ones my stupid sex doll body has?” I frowned. “You shouldn’t be using those… it’s coercive, it’s not right... Margaret.”

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  And then suddenly I remembered everything. I pulled away and glared at her, my anger beginning to cut through the fog that filled my brain. “What are you even doing in my dream?”

  Margaret looked at me and made a disappointed “tsk” sound before replying. “Looks like I won't get to play around. Oh well, the captain wanted you awake, so let’s just go ahead and kill this server to force you awake.”

  “Wait, what?” I asked, but it was too late, Margaret snapped her fingers, and the tiny idyllic world I’d been inhabited shattered to bits, fading away into darkness. I could feel something though, a sort of primal scream as the world around me fell apart. Margaret had done something, used some sort of hacked command to show off, and it had killed the server mind of this world, rather than simply freeze it.

  In the darkness of the Shipnet space between the servers, Doppel reappeared. “Sam, you woke up? You look … different.”

  I frown and change my virtual barbarian body back to my normal body. “No time to explain,” I tell Doppel urgently, “That server I was on, the digital copy of me it’s running on? The dreamer mind? I think Margaret killed it. Can we save it?” I asked, concerned.

  Doppel gave me a strange look. “The server minds don’t die when you leave a server. They just get frozen until the next time they get used…”

  I shook my head in disagreement. “I felt it die, Doppel, it screamed. Servers aren’t supposed to scream like that.”

  Doppel frowned, “Let me check… what the hell did she do to it? I don’t know if I can fix this.”

  I sighed, “Damn that Margaret, she was just being spiteful. Oh, well, I guess if nothing can be done about it,” I said regretfully.

  Doppel got an angry resolute look on her face. “I don’t know how to fix this. But I can learn. I’m not going to let that bitch’s casual cruelty towards digital copies of you go unanswered.”