As MIs proliferate, their computers won't be worth a damn, and they know it, so they'll have to get retrained, as well. That's a significant portion o... the world's population that'll be coming to us for retraining. Any who don't find jobs in the new scheme of things will be prime candidates for the space force, too." You've got it all figured out, have you?" she had a bewitching smile and devilish eyes, and Colin couldn't help but smile in return."Not by half," he said. "We're perpetrating the. A week ago, I ended up on the phone with Daniel for a couple of hours, telling him what thoughts and emotions he had stirred up. He told me I should write it all down. He wouldn’t change a word and just post it for anyone who cared. I didn’t think anyone would but then he told me how many people had read the stories and that many had made contributions to the Dave Thomas Foundation for adoption support. He seemed to think at least some people would be interested since he was. He also suggested. Some other humans found a way to modulate the beam from the ray gun so that it could be throttled back for short range use. It was also refashioned to have a human-style trigger and could be adjusted by a thumb control to have a maximum range of as little as 5 yards to as much as a mile. It only fired a pencil beam, but we were quite happy with it. This modified ray gun became our standard issue and was supplied with a detachable and/or foldable shoulder stock for greater accuracy in aiming. I was excited to meet her. I hoped that I would be everything she wished for. I wanted her to like me. I needed her to love me. I desperately needed love.*We chatted a few more times that day on the computer. We even skyped so we could see each other. She was so pretty and told me that I was pretty too. We were both blondes with blue eyes. We had the same type of a figure. A tiny waist with big breasts and not very tall. She had a lovely voice that made me wet, when I heard her talk. .