This is a machine, isn't it? It's not alive, right?" Good point Mark," replied Kalea. "My best guess is that it's both alive and not alive." Huh?" The...real question is, is it conscious? The slippage between the nested 11-D spatial manifolds within the ring is creating a self-organizing, incomputable resonance. Human consciousness is created by a self-organizing, incomputable resonance of electromagnetic radiation... light... in the microtubules of the brain. The ring might well be conscious,. He deserved respect.She was quite prepared to carry on dusting the lounge but she could see the way he was looking at her. A little pathetic really. She didn't want to take advantage of him but it had its own rewards.Mrs Greenwood was a blonde middle aged lady but she murmured softly "Your lovely wife is upstairs putting the c***dren to bed Sir, I think you may like a little comforting."John struggled with his conscience. He knew it was safe, as Elizabeth would be upstairs for at least an hour.. "I came with Melissa, so you two can go together, and I'll catch a lift with Nate." I looked at him and said, "Hope you don't mind." "I actually came with Jimmy," said Nate. You've got to be kidding me. I scrambled to come up with a plan. There was no way that my pussy would dry up again before Nate was inside me. Going home with Melissa was not an option. I excused myself to go to the bathroom and flicked my eyebrows at Melissa. She joined me a minute later. When we returned to the table, her. Her voice was soft, barely more than a whisper. She didn’t even know she could talk so quietly.Henry smiled. She thought of him as Henry, only because it was the way her father had always referred to him. It felt a little bold though, a little too casual. On the phone, or in meetings, she always addressed him as Mr Banks. She didn’t think she would ever dare say his first name out loud in front of him.“Come in.”He stepped to the side and she walked nervously into the room. It was bigger than.