They also seemed to favor pheromone communication over more tactile interactions. There was no reason not to write, no reason not to develop a keyboar... and buttons that could be pressed, unless the idea was simply foreign to them. It had probably never even crossed their minds, no more than smell-activated computers would have seemed obvious to humans.What did their code look like and how did they write it? They must have some equivalent if they were using digital systems. It would be possible. " How long?" Tom asked."Approximately six hours per missile," the AI replied, "plus transit time from launcher to launcher on a pod." We would still have to make delivery," Tom mused. "That is time-intensive." He sighed. "We're sticking them out there, but we don't EVEN have the resources to go back and do system checks..."Hu nodded. "They don't talk to us -- or each other, for that matter. No way to get a status. Half of them could be down..." Exactly!" complained Tom. "We need to be able to. I tried to get hold of my senses and managed to get up and go to the bathroom. After doing my business I came back to my bed and turned on some music trying to forget the dream I had just had. Would these dreams every stop I asked myself feeling like I didnt think it would ever happen. Finally morning came and it was Friday which meant a varsity football game. I felt like I had a little more energy that morning until mom told me that the doctor had called and that I had an appointment for. “Please…”One word. She responded with a nod, and as she nodded, he slid that final finger into her cunt. His fingers worked her with impossible speed now, his thumb never leaving her clit as she leaned back against his body and tumbled into this unexpected pleasure.Nine floors to go. She was going to lose it if she didn’t stop him...eight floors....she pushed her wide hips back hard against him and felt, for the first time, his cock, heavy and eager against his trousers. Seven floors..