This was not a thermal warm, this was a sexual warm."No!" she screamed aloud. "I will not do it! I will not make a spectacle of myself in public. I w...ll not do it!"Even as she screamed, however, her eyes were drawn to the only piece of "furniture" in the cube. There, in the very middle of the enclosure, sat a large saddle . She had never seen a real saddle. For that matter, she had never seen a horse, but she had read of them. They were creatures from the home planet and people once rode on. Matilda could not breathe. Her heart beat fast. Her body trembled. And then Leon nudged her as the guard neared his apartment.Matilda jumped to her feet and started to run towards the guard, but slowed down to a normal pace. It caught the guard's attention, though. He stopped and turned. She continued walking towards him, wiping her sweaty palms on her jeans.The security guard studied her. She bowed her head afraid he would recognize her. And then she stopped, about ten feet from him. Lifting. AI had long ago admitted that he did not have an imagination-circuit and could only solve problems by gut force. That's where we organic types might be able to shortcut the search.The first thing we needed to do was to contact some of the local AIs and get from them all of the information that they had on the central computer's possible location. Only a small fraction of AI's capacity was needed for that part of the search, and he launched into it right away.We jumped to a section of Dyson that. ” Then Rachel swallowed hard, this is the question she really wants answered. “Does it feel good when he has sex with you?” She tried to hide the nervousness in her voice, but Marissa didn't notice. “Yes. It feels amazing.” Marissa avoided her mother's eyes in shame. “In the video when he's fuc-, I mean, when you were having anal sex, you looked like you didn't like it and you were protesting and tearing up.” Rachel needed to know the truth in that video. “Well, I did like it. I like to pretend.