”“No. But Mam will. And I’ll call on Viviane.”“Who’s Viviane? I don’t think I ever met her.”“Well, no. Though she was probably watch...ing when Naomi and Rebecca were born. She’s also called Bebinn in Ireland, Lucina in Italy, Hathor in Egypt, and many other names elsewhere. She’s the Goddess of childbirth. My Mam will help. You know my due date is the twenty-ninth. If she doesn’t come along on the twenty-first, I’ll go to the hospital, okay?”“Well, okay. I suppose. IF your mother will come, and. He picked Amy up and cradled her in his arms. He looked down at her realizing how wonderful and terrifying she was. He knew that she was not aware of her power, and (as his mind started to race) with the right education about people she would one day ... rule the world! And then she cried again, and Greg snapped out of his daydream of his daughter being a benevolent and wise dictator. He shifted her so that her head was resting on his shoulder. He bounced her and walked around. He looked back. ‘I can tell you like the idea.’ She said looking back at my cock, fighting to be free from the confines of my pants. She was right, of course. A goddess of some sort had just said ‘Fuck me’ and she beautiful and perfect and I would be a fool. I also felt I couldn’t say no. Somewhere in the back of my mind my inhibition sat. It wasn’t obliterated, just backseat driving. It watched as my hands opened my fly and I pulled my dick out. It listened as she sat on it, waving its arms and jumping up and. And unlike the logic diagrams we went over based on multiple choice questions, this one included short essays like we had on the old PSAT. One actually asked me for 250 words defending the 28th amendment or supporting its repeal. There were follow up multiple choice questions I swear were based on my essay.”“That is indeed a new breed of AI,” Ray said. “My guess is that an individual was guiding the AI but that’s only speculation.” He paused and seemed to be contemplating Livy’s original.