Oh, most assuredly many of them are students, eminent scholars, and businessmen, but they drown in their own misery because they conclude that vocatio... is purpose. In purpose only is there truth, therefore they live a lie and are ignorant. You think me a bitter man, but I simply teach the truth and lessons are learned. I give all of my chosen a purpose: to die. In that may they find comfort, in that may they find refuge for no longer are they ignorant. Yes, I will send them to their god. Oh. I wish I had known she was fucking herself with it. I would gladly have helped. Thinking about that and the fact that my cock was still hard so I figured what the hell and grabbed it and jerked off like there was no tomorrow. When I came I shot my load all over myself and the dildo that was still in my hand. Believe me, I never came so hard in my life. She had left a clean towel laying there so I used it to clean up. My cock was so sensitive from all that action that it took a good five minutes. Boats... I don't know what boats do, but I bet they're important, too! Anyway, all smashed, broken, trampled, and whatever verb is used when you shoot something with a laser.Those underpaid, underweight, yet, somehow, overworked factory workers? Dead. Not due to the apocalypse - believe it or not - they died a little before hand. Could have been a plague or it could have been that one robot arm, seemingly a little too sentient, taking revenge.With logistics gone, there was no more fast-food and. ’ ‘Then it was worth it. What will you do with the robot now then?’ ‘Take it back to the factory, break it up I guess.’ ‘Oh no, you can’t do that. She’s alive in her way. She has awareness of what’s been done to her. You can’t just send her off to the knacker’s yard like some old horse!’ Zak smiled. ‘It’s not really alive. It’s just a simulation.’ ‘Oh no. That’s not true. She has intelligence, even if it is artificial. She is not the same person as the day the maid arrived.’ ‘Well… yes, that’s.