Robots think in a very linear manner. Their programming gives them purpose. They cannot give themselves purpose.A robot is good at performing a set of... tasks with pre-determined variables. It can respond to those variables with pre-determined responses. They are very efficient if given a task.Holland Campbell's idea was to create a robot brain that could dream. A brain that could come with ideas on its own.People had been trying this for decades, but none had succeeded. Until now. At least. ”Angel stood up and made sure that her clothes and hair were not array preparing herself in order to leave. As she stood up and turned to leave she found LeRoy standing not more than twenty feet away from where she just sucked off Jamal. “How long had he been there? Did he see me do that? Did he watch? Did he like it?” Again, so many questions running through her mind. As Angel and LeRoy were walking to the limo Angel turned to look at Jamal one more time. Jamal laughed and said. “Oh. God, you are getting my pussy wet right now. Make him cum and I may let you fuck me later. You like that cock?"I nodded as I bobbed up and down on the dick, pushing myself to take more. I felt like I was performing and I didn't want to let my wife down so I tried my hardest to re-enact porn movies. I'd remember how porn stars would give blow jobs and try to do that. Occasionally, she would pull him away from my mouth and smack it on my lips. Saliva was dripping off his shaft."You are doing. Come back to bed, baby. You have to sleep." Sidney kept quiet, breathing as if asleep, and finally Fred closed the door again and all was quiet. He sighed. Then he touched his prick and felt it growing again as he thought of what he had heard. He knew it was sex. He even wished he was doing it. Maybe with Debby. That was probably wrong but it made him harder to think of it. Or with Faith. He looked at the clock on the nightstand between them. It said five o'clock. They would not get up until.