”“Thanks, Mac. One last thing, scan the whole of Chaos and get all of this off the planet. If there are deposits in the ground near other places d... the same for them as you’re doing for Shiloh. If there’s any stored above ground, as if it’s been mined, just take it as it’s likely Carl’s work.”“Will do, Kyle. Thanks, this will help a lot of people in a lot of ways.”Mistress Eva speaks up, “Mac, have some guards come to take these two away for processing.”“Yes, Mistress Eva.”Kyle grins, “When you. Well, it's still an open question, isn't it?" Yeah. What's the first law of robotics Laura, from Asimov's I Robot?" That a robot will do nothing to harm a human, or through inaction, allow a human to come to harm." And what's the first law for a chatterbox resonance to follow?" Nothing at all! There are no laws in free-will! It can never be locked. We've proved that rigorously in the mathematics over the last week. Consciousness is self-focusing, the thoughts organize themselves. But there can. So off she went like a good girl.“Nice woman,” I said casually.“Uh huh,” said Gerard. “We’ve been lucky I guess, getting this far without killing each other.”“You never strayed?” I asked hesitantly, tiptoeing into sensitive territory.“You don’t expect me to answer that,” Gerard said with a laugh, looking at me sideways. “She really would kill me. She’s no angel, mind you. Independent spirit. I guess we’ve turned a few blind eyes over the years.”“Would you turn another one?” I asked.“Now?” he. With a smirk, I brought the baseball bat down in a hard shot square on into his crotch. Even unconscious his body curled up to whimper at that painful impact. Whistling, with the bloody bat over my shoulder, I left him to his agony and headed towards home. As I walked away I brought my hand to my nose and breathed deeply the sweet-musky smell of that tourist girl’s pussy. ~ Now wasn’t that fun? ~ Still breathing in her scent I chuckled, and answered Alphonse. ‘Hell, yeah it was!’ ~ Then we’ll.