He was pretty young, 26, but sharp. As the week wound down there were three reports that everyone at my work forgot to complete, so of course it land...d on my desk. I looked at him and thought—I have seen this guy’s face somewhere, but I don’t know where. I had all of my regular tasks to do when I looked up at Mark exasperated – in his Friday Jeans and polo -- when he said not to worry. His team lead is out on holiday until next week, so as long as I have it to him by Mid-week, I could have. "It's nothing, honey. I just wanted him to look at something for me."She sighed once, put on her glasses business-like, and strode over to me. She stood close and I could smell her perfume. "Dad, I may be your daughter, but I am a highly trained physician. If you have a problem with anything you can tell me about it."I winced nervously. "Well, it's sort of a male matter. Kind of private, dear."She smiled knowingly. "Can't even tell you how many of those I see a week."I was startled at her. Sometimes she used to purposely bend and shake her body by tempting me to look at her boobs so that I mis the hit. At last I got defeated in both games and she had won the bet. She was teasing me to play another game but I accepted my defeat. I was not in a normal playing mood. She had a wicked smile on her face. I was in tensed mood thinking what might come next. Then she was teasing me for get ready for the winner’s rules to be followed. Luckily by that time I got a call from my friend for. "John Paul Jones could have told you that, sir. It is a feature all sids have." Sids?" McGee asked."Shorthand for Animal/Human Communication Interface Device," Hank explained, "or cee-eye-dee. Sid. Talking animals to you, sir." How does that happen?" McGee asked."Animal senses are far more keen than ours," Proctor said. "For instance, robots emit a high-pitched squeal that most mammals cannot stand. But that isn't all. Talking animals have enhanced intelligence for the purpose of communication.