A woman walked onto the stage with a naked meat-girl with a leash and collar on her neck, hands bound tightly behind her back, The meat-girl you will ...be provided with will come from our special state licensed meat-girl farm where we breed and raise meat-girls, your girl will be over the legal cooking age of 18, but will not be able to understand anything beyond knowledge of the machine and why she is their, they are only thought the basic operations of the Spartan Spitter and will be able to. She then walked off. “Are you serious?” I asked Sylvia. She nodded her head and laughed. “I am very serious. You intrigue me. You challenged me directly in the interview when you talked about the shower scene.” She had observed me masturbating in the shower while watching them, and she thought that was hot. She already knew I was getting all A’s and one B this semester. I was afraid to ask her if she knew the square root of my next door neighbor’s social security number. She had read the. Stealth like he crouched down and inched his way closer to the clearing. There he spotted the lovers partially disrobed making out on a blanket. He peered through the camera, zoomed in and got vividly clear portraits of them. Derrick had his trousers down around his thighs, his snowy white ass looked glow-in-the-dark. His young mistress lay beneath him with her skirt gathered at the waist and her blouse half open exposing her supple breasts. From his view point Jacob could see every detail as. .. Weird things happen around you, probably because other computers think of you as father. Ummm ... your bodyguards are cyborgs, also women..."On a side note, Alpha and I were quietly using and giving away far too much of our liquid and undeclared resources to support cyborgs and synthetics for me/us to be a billionaire. Yet. By my definition that is, which meant only counting easily-liquidated assets. In an emergency, if I suddenly had to come up with as much cash as possible, we could.