"Pretty good. It's run thru most of the binary code permutations... and is narrowing it's choices at the moment."Argent looked puzzled. "Can you expla...in that in English?"Lex smiled. "What that means is that the computer has run through about a few hundred-thousand variations of the encoding sequences in it's memory... and has now narrowed the choices to only a few hundred." How long is that going to take?" With the speed of this system and it's main-frame... maybe a few more hours. It would be. Again she noticed herself reaching out to touch it, but she didn't stop herself this time. It feels somehow... right. Like she's supposed to touch it. So she does. The sphere ripples as her fingertips gently graze the surface, reacting to her touch. It's a little warmer than her skin, with a strange semi-solid texture. The colours dance around her fingers, moving in graceful swirls to avoid her touch. She pushes her hand a little deeper, gently penetrating the surface. The warmth of whatever. He then unrolled some light plastic tubing. Affixing one end to the compressor in his garage, and running it through an air vent in his kitchen through into the living room. He then fitted a switch that would be tripped when his front door was opened, he checked the set up with several dummy runs, before adding the final pieces and retiring to bed.He awoke in the morning to the alarm at five, he dressed and after a coffee, he set about making the final necessary adjustments for his plan to. There was a man, a man, sitting in my mistress bed and he was naked. It felt like my heart had been ripped out. I felt it in the pit of my stomach. I knew mistress had needs and that my pathetic efforts were of little comfort to her. But she had never let me know of her playmates, I had never seen one before. She had never brought one home before. “This is Jonathan maid, well sir to you” . What did she mean sir? Was he staying? Would I meet him again?. Then she answered all of my questions “.