“So what’ve you been up to?”“Trying to trick the predictive maintenance algorithms to detect problems that don’t exist.”“What?” Cait a...ked incredulously.“What I do is manually introduce issues into the engineering environment. A temperature spike here, an intake restriction there, and see what diagnoses it suggests to optimise performance again.”“And?”“Well, the computer correctly identified the zone the issues were occurring in and then suggested potential remedies and preventative maintenance. ‘You still seeing?…’ she asks. ‘Sarah? Not anymore, no. You still with, uh, Ben?’ ‘Brad,’ she corrects me. ‘Ex-Brad.’ ‘Well cheers,’ she finally says aloud, leaning towards me. ‘To freedom…or something like that.’ ‘Something like that,’ I echo. Back in the main room, we sit in silence again. The whiskey has settled in, like a warm blanket, and I’m actually getting a few things done, but I can’t help stealing glances up to see if she’s looking back at me too. ‘Sounds like you’re still. '."Why am I laying on your boobs? And how can you girls stand to?".'We learn. Of course, we don't have to have a crash course like you.'."First question again, why am I laying on your boobs?".'You crashed.'- - -Taylor at last opened he-r eyes. He was lying on the mat on the floor. .'I barely got in here in time.' Nicole was wearing the ghost bathrobe now, and was sitting on the floor with her knees up, holding her ankles with her hands. 'Mom was waiting for me to come out of the bathroom, and I. Covering the front of her bra with her forearm, she slipped the other strap from her shoulders. Now the only thing holding it in place was that forearm. By this time I’d taken almost 100 photos and had yet to see pussy or breasts. I told her to hand the bra out to me and took the shot: as if she, in offering her bra, was offering herself. As I took the bra from her, Anne stood there like some young innocent. Shoulders pulled together, her arms crossed at her wrists, squeezing her breasts.