Should I look at my creations, machines born of my mind and will, as servants or as part of my legacy—my children? I am bonded to my minions through...instruction sets; mechanical machines roam this ship, transporting supplies, building parts, inspecting hull plates for micro fractures, and repairing ship components in hostile environments where humans would be at extreme risk. These creations execute my will and learn from experience. Do not young children perform similarly? No logic tells me;. I walked over to the ocean and went along the shoreline enjoying feel of the water on my feet and ankles. I drank most of my coffee before heading back to my RV.It was warm, even in the morning. I saw two girls out running and both were wearing very little. I returned to my RV for breakfast. After breakfast and cleaning up, I went out to my chaise and lay back. I snoozed a bit in the bright sun.I woke to a giggle. A younger girl was standing at the foot of my chaise looking at me. Actually, she. Previously, fucking had never been on the agenda. We’d been content to do what we did. Mutual masturbation and eventually oral sex.We had never talked about or discussed what we had got up to. This meant the option of me asking outright, if "we could fuck" wasn’t a realistic option but I had the feeling that should the opportunity arise and we should find ourselves in a conducive situation to a fuck (parents out, horny, naked), it would probably happen.Then one afternoon, as I lay on my bed. I was worried about you when I couldn’t find you downtown.” 'Shit,' I thought, 'she's no longer angry.'“Hi, Toni, I’m sorry. I didn’t mean to upset you. Will you forgive me?”“There’s nothing to forgive. You were right, I shouldn’t have gone with him. He’s an arsehole.”“Why do you say that?”“You were right, he couldn’t be trusted. He tried it on with me and I had to get a lift home with Denise. I was angry because it felt like you were blaming me for his behaviour. I talked to my mum and she.