I have to know . . . I want to know! Tell me now!" she demanded.I stammeringly answered, "Well, I kind of like, a, uh, umm,..." Tell me," she pressed..."I kind of like... the way women pee," I finally said."Go on," she continued, as she manipulated me. "I like the see the way it comes out and the sound it makes and I..." She interrupted me before I could go on."Do you want to watch me pee?" she inquired. "Is that all? And do you want to help me wipe when I'm done? Would you like to help me in. They’re tiny machines that need to link and lock together to provide any protection. Even then, any damage taken would likely destroy hundreds or thousands of nanites. They would need to constantly replenish themselves and quickly repair any damage,” Ben explained“Maybe that’s the breakthrough she was talking about earlier,” I replied. “She said she was having issues with her mechs having full range of motion without there being too much wear on parts while retaining power and speed. Nanites. What I ended up wishing for that day was the ability to know exactly how to adjust my aim, with any weapon in real time so that wind, movement of the target, distance, and other factors were automatically calculated in my head and my hands adjusted appropriately to ensure I got the hit every time. The range master was blown away with my groupings and hits at long ranges. As I said before, it was a gas!I later tested the ability to adjust for all factors with bow, crossbow, and even a pellet. One minute Michael looks as though he is on deaths door, the next he is radiant, looking like one would envision a saint, glowing.Ian sat back and regarded the frozen image, "how could they have known?" he said to himself as he pushed a button on the computer and the perspective shifted to the oriental woman.Yin Su-Trang, twenty-eight years old, an advertising consultant for Dentsu. The young woman seemed to have no family and was in New York for meetings with clients. She was scheduled to meet.