That means that if they have a decision tree it contains every possible answer. At least I think that is what it means.Supposedly a quantum machine ex...sts in all possible universes. Yet even the AI's that we're borrowing from the Confederacy aren't willing to admit more than hyperspace. That they tell us is something that we can't understand. Well now that I'm slowly digging through the highest theoretical mathematics that humans had imagined and learning where the Confederacy says we were off. “Have you ever had a blow job” he asked. “No ‘fraid not” I answered. “If mum hadn’t called up Bev might have given you one as well” he said with a distant look still on his face “Tell you what… if you want I’ll give you one, after all if it hadn’t been for you I wouldn’t have got one of Bev. Like I said before looking at each other is all we’ve ever done”. I didn’t answer, I was firstly puzzled by the fact that he was willing to blow me off and was pondering if he did would that make us both. He got about half way in, and then had to pull back out and try again. He was at least four inches around. Slowly working his hips back and forth, he finally got all the way in, bumping against my cervix, his balls bumping my ass. He pulled himself almost all the way out, and then with one thrust seated himself completely inside me. He started fucking me in earnest now, barely pulling all the way out before pounding himself back in. I was raising and lowering my hips in time to his, meeting. Maine kaha thik hai, mai apse tabhi narazgi dur karunga agar ap meri har baat aur har icha ko puri karengi. To wo boli-“mere raja k lie kuchbhi kar dungi”. Ab kyat ha…meri to balle balle.Maine unse kaha ki mai ab se apko akele me tum bulaunga ap nahi. Aur apka naam raand rakhunga. To unhone kaha- “plz rand mat bulana, kuch bhi aur chalega.” To maine kaha- “lundpyari kaisa rahega?” unhone has k kaha-“ye naam rakhoge mera?” to maine kaha ab tujhe manana padega. To unhone ha me sir hila dia. Fir.