.. I find myself with both elation at the prospect of being able to contribute more to science once I have a human brain, yet also fear that something...will go wrong and everything will be lost.”Nick chuckled. “Well, I think that pretty well settles the argument about whether robots or synths can become human. If that’s not a description of human emotions, then I don’t know what is.”“Oh, Monsieur Nick, you are right. And in my confusion, trying to fit human emotions into my neural networks, I. It was mostly junk, anyway. I did have to look every few days, though, to see if there was anything from any of my correspondents. Sometimes there'd be a message forwarded from a reader. Those could be interesting and I did my best to answer them, whether about 'what it felt like, alone in the middle of the ocean' or about how my boat was rigged.I always flipped through the others; I could easily identify the ones that wanted me to sign up for online gambling ... I could scroll through, mark. He then glanced nervously about, which is something I'm sure I would have done as well before taking another few steps towards us after ensuring himself perhaps that I wasn't about to jump out of my side of the car and approach him or something."Are you for real?" He then asked. "I mean ... they really are aren't they?" He stated once again looking towards me, then back at Kathy's breasts, still dripping thickly with my recent spending."Kathy..." Don't worry ... I know I'm safe, especially with. Abby gasps as he sighs.“What is that?” she asks. She’s never felt anything like it before. It’s obviously flesh, the texture and warmth of it against her, but she has no idea what it is, the feel of its shape a body part she can’t place.“Why, do you like it?” Mat asks, rubbing his tip along her slit.“Yes,” she coos. “It feels so nice.”“It’s the head of my cock, baby,” he tells her. Abby looks over her shoulder, sees her dad kneeling behind her, and her jaw drops.He has never done this before,.