Nick was cordial and scrutinized the written plan and spreadsheets Mary had created. When he was done, he laid them down in front of him and leaned ba...k in his chair. His voice was barely audible. “Okay,” was all he said. Mary knew better than to push and kept her excitement in check. The last thing she wanted to do was scare him off. She thanked him, gathered her work, and stood to leave, promising a weekly accounting of the operation. She left him still sitting at the table, staring out the. "I am Jocasta, a self-aware robotic lifeform created by therobot Ultron using the brain-patterns of Janet van Dyne, the now deceased ex-wife of his creator, Doctor Hannah Pym, formerly known as Henry."Jocasta's voice was a flat electronic monotone, now totally lacking the subtleties and variety that had made itindistinguishable from human speech."Very good," said Jocasta II, "but henceforth you will no longer refer to yourself as being self-aware. Load new identity file DM3E, and initiate. Now. I sighed. “You were really that into me?” he asked. I nodded timidly; embarrassed by the way I had acted like some sex-crazed groupie. “Jaeda, that’s hot. That’s really hot,” he replied. I smiled and he chuckled again. “Please tell me about the other times you felt that way.”I licked my lips reflexively, unaware of his stares. “Chronologically, the next time I remember being extremely attracted to you was basically anytime you danced when you thought no one was watching, when you came home from. I leaned back on the sofa and sighed. “Fuck!” “What’s wrong? You don’t like it?” “No, I love it; I wanted very much to not like it, but it’s gorgeous. Every time I want to hate that dude and shoot him down he does something like this and reminds me how talented he is, and how gorgeous you are.” I shook my head. “I’ll admit that I was looking for a reason to call this off, to say that maybe he was wasting everyone’s time, but his work is superb. And you… well, it’s like you said; you’ll only be.