I felt myself in an emotional dilemma. I felt I was now in the middle between humanity and the A.I. My human, emotional side was of course for the s...de of humanities survival. I guess my own robotic side was in favor of the reasons for why the A.I. took the actions it did. I began to wonder, thinking back to the speech from Battlestar Galactica and what kept repeating in my mind was this; did humans earn the right for survival? Did humanity forfeit that right when looking at their actions. I loaded my duffel bag and gun case. John asked about the gun case and I told him. He suggested I put one of them together as you never knew when you would need one. He said, "I have a 308 lever action in the plane, but it's only good for about two hundred yards on a good day. Yours looks like a five hundred yard gun."When everything was tied down and I was buckled up, Steve was helping and untied the line holding the plane and put it in the pontoon. Pretty neat, the pontoons could carry extra. ’ I could feel the hardness of her feeldoe against my leg as I loved her nipples, my head guided by her from one to the other. I heard her say quietly, ‘I’m in the mood for giving you a good, old fashioned rogering!’ That may not sound too romantic but, trust me, I knew what she meant and it made me smile. I pulled away from her, pushed her back against the pillow and straddled her, pulling the leg of my shorts up and aside. She grinned and put her hands on my arse. ‘Good girl.’ I was wet, wet. He had an array of suitcases in front of him. "Grab a case and follow me. The shuttle is on its way," he said."Why not have the shuttle pick us up at the school?" Maurice wondered."Do you want Cunnie to know what you did this weekend?" I asked."Cunnie?" Nancy spat. "You should not use that kind of language while carrying a child!"I looked over at Angelique. She was dozing with her head on my shoulder. "I don't think she heard," I said quietly. "So do you want to introduce the children who are.