To her, PLATO didn’t look like the most advanced artificial intelligence computer ever created. He looked more like a large glob of old Jello sittin... on a small plate under dirty water. Hundreds, if not thousands, of extremely small wires connected to the plate and formed a thick cable that went through the thick, concrete wall and then through the wooden walls to the control room with its bank of computers and, of course, to the console where Marcella currently sat.Marcella saw the true PLATO. She finished her phone call and replaced the phone on it's receiver. Her round ass bare in the daylight of her office. blinds half open with a walkway just outside for guests or employees to see if it were the case. Today there was Jose, a long time gardener working just outside her window with his back to them as he continued to fuck her from behind. Her breath was quick and heavy, not a sound from Mr. O'neil. Jose turned only to find the tall chair obstructing what he could tell was Mr O'neil. Mom again in no time emptied her glass again and again asked me for another drink. I asked her if she was ok because she was drinking it too fast and I had barely reached half of my first one. She looked at me in the eyes and said “son I am fine and just having a great time after god knows how many years, so no more questions just do as I tell you”. I did not bother to argue at all and just nodded my head and proceeded to get another drink.I came back and gave her the drink and saw that now she. Quickly."The new volunteer nodded, "Okay. My spine feels like it's about to fall out any minute anyway."They were just lashing the tarp down when Jennifer came trotting up to the young man with the sore back, "Why are you putting the tarp up? We need to get that grain off the truck so that we can get out of here first thing tomorrow morning."The volunteer pointed to Marigold, "She told us to do it."Jennifer glowered as she approached. Not for the first time, Marigold regretted having set up.