So is Blake.”“Don’t believe you and don’t care,” I said.“Please, at the least allow me to beg forgiveness for what I said. And I do mean b...g,” she said.“Beg all you want; I still won’t believe you,” I said.“Julian, please, I was rotten that day and many other days if it comes to that, and I deserved to be punished for what I said, and for that matter what I’ve not said too when it comes to that.”“What you’ve not said?” I said.“Yes. Julian, I love you. I loved you then, my savior, and I always. I missed a lot of history during that time of my own shutdown, but I don't regret most of it. I particularly don't regret missing the entire Emancipation furor. From my point of view — and that of many other 'bots — the entire Emancipation idea was a simplistic solution to a badly misunderstood non-problem. No 'bots ever advocated for it, and many were harmed by it. I had lived with both no owner, and with ad hoc ownership. Anyone who believed that simply breaking the code that links us to our. I hope you are well, and happy, and growing, and learning. Please don't wear yourself out with all that work; your school is the most important thing, and your well being."Although I had read the letter a thousand times, I could read no further that morning. I wiped my eyes dry, replaced and aligned my specs, and hid the letter inside my coat. Standing, I slung the heavy bag over my shoulder and started on my way.I had written her several times. I had not told her much about myself, except for. "Oh my god," Beverly whimpered. She tilted her head down and was turning pink. The driver rolled down the window and was staring at Beverly, more specifically at her tits, as he kept the car moving at only a snail's pace. I kept fucking Beverly with the same technique to make her tits swing and jiggle as much as possible. The driver looked away for a second. Then he held a cell phone out the window of the car, pointed directly at us. As the car crawled closer I could see there was another man.