“Once we had access to the radio machine, we could access knowledge,” she continued. “It, uh ... I don’t know the terms. It pulls down the wor...s from the sky, and then it talks to us, teaches us language and other things.”“So, you’ve been using the radio that you captured from the Rask to access the satellite network and download information?” Jules asked. “I’m impressed. One of you must have figured out how to access online dictionaries and encyclopedias. I suppose a field radio with a touch. Please! Please!?I go into the room, quietly. Unhook her collar, put leg irons on her, pull her upright, lead her to toilet, pull her panties down, sit her, say nothing. Wait for her to pee? spread her legs and wipe her.?Please! Thank you. Please, who are you! Why am I here? I?m only a secretary, I have no company secrets, no money. Please, let me see, let me go. I want to go home, my mother will be worried.?Cute gambit, only a secretary. Lead her to a pole, chain her collar to the pole,. I went to summer school each year and graduated with my BA at just twenty years old and had applied and been hired by a hi-tech firm in San Jose.My dorm-mate, Joan, had finished packing up her last bag and was off to Dallas where she had been hired by a law firm. We hugged and said our goodbyes, promising to write to each other and staying in touch. I was now by myself for the first time in three years. I locked my dorm room door and headed out to the English department classroom. The professor. Dottie’s mini-gun was now a more robust and lethal 10mm chaingun of the sort famous for obliterating entire battlefields when mounted upon attack helicopters and Spectre gunships. Jack’s Ma Duce now purred constantly, firing an endless stream of death as well, even as it gun barrel burned a bright cherry red from the heat. Magically unprotected, the gun would have jammed long before now ... but like us, it now had the will to fight and win! Both the .50 and 10mm turned the endless hordes.