’I: ‘Everything on-line. Obviously I can’t touch something off-line. Unless it’s got some sort of connection, I can’t touch it. Probably it ...as a “me” in the operating system, but it can’t talk to the other “me’s” that are on-line.’A: ‘How does it get data, then?’ This was the “Chris” part of Chris/Armis, the part that liked solving technological puzzles.I: ‘It could be as simple as taking an air-dropped hard disk and physically attaching it, and then cleaning the disk. Do that every day, and. It was from the late sixties. I read some of them and then found one with a few comments which to someone else wouldn't make sense but to me it brought back a lot of memories. I was eighteen and had just started working in a Government office in Edinburgh. There were a lot of us young guys and gals working in the office but we were kept controlled by an older woman who was the supervisor. There were a mix of nationalities which was unusual at that time but we had a couple of Asian girls and two. I slapped my hands on her ass and as she pushed her hips forward I would pull her hard onto my cock. She dug in her heels and as I leaned forward to suck and lick her ample nipples she thrust her hips at a good pace. She tipped her head back and the sofa actually moved a couple of times from the force. I could tell her legs were getting shaky with an oncoming orgasm so I pushed her onto her side and positioned myself behind her and raised her top leg up and hung it over the back of the sofa. She accepted. I grinned as she blushed while I gave her my number. I knew I'd made an impression, she'd just taken the first step into my bed.I called her about a week later and we set a date for coffee. Since school was in the Summer session, I was doing some training off the record for a few of the students and had lots of free time. We met for coffee probably three times before she confessed she found me attractive.The first time was almost totally innocent. I'd touch her hand.