”“Thing is, you might not even need it to be a program.” You sip your beer. “Okay, so quantum theory suggests that, at the super-microscopic l...evel, everything in the universe exists as a wave function with a predictable set of discreet outcomes to which we can assign a probability. The world we see is the aggregation of trillions of these wave functions assuming definite, rather than probable, positions, spins, and velocities upon being observed. Now, the effect is random, as far as we can. My first thought was that he’d had a fall and was injured so without thinking I went searching for him. I went upstairs and heard a noise from one of the rooms where the door was slightly open. I stepped quietly forward, and have to admit that my heart was hammering, what would I do if he was seriously injured, how could I help him etc. But I didn’t really have to worry. I looked nervously through the partly open door and got quite a shock, but a shock that I must admit made my cock rocket to. She’d stood on the sidelines doing nothing to help them. She had thought it best, for her and her Guardians, to play the middle ground and risk neither the wrath of Eric or the wrath of the Sons. The duality of her position had almost cost her life and standing here in the present and looking back into the past, it had cost her something more, her heart. Michael was a Son, through and through a warrior strong and tough as steel. The Sons were the primary protectors of all human life against. She looked around, there were no mirrors in the office and she had to see herself. Before leaving her desk, she pushed the intercom key to Mr. Johnson's office and told him she was going to the ladies room. Her voice sounded different but she thought that was because she was hearing it from the inside now. Mr. Johnson asked if she was feeling okay and there was concern in his voice. She told she was fine and went down the hall to the restrooms. She had expected to be shorter but she seemed to.