Imagine there are a thousand naked women standing before you, and you can only choose one of them. Well, that is what it's like to pick out a personal...ty crystal. There are just so many choices. That's when it occurred to me why I had never upgraded my AI before. I could never choose between them.Shielding:All shields are rated on an increasing scale starting at 'One' and going up in number, equal to their resistance of force. In other words a level one shield could withstand a level one laser. I’ll have to think about where to take you that hasn’t been quite so impacted by society and technology. Ah! The old boy scout camp. There’s a natural spring on the property, it’s adjacent to a stream and the local farmer grows wheat.The scout camp hasn’t been visited in generations so we can hack together someplace for you to live that won’t poison you.Experimentation showed that he had no reaction to copper, tin, titanium or any plastic I could find. I figured out that his proteins reacted. He looked through them. Most of the pictures were taken from inor around the house he was in. At first he didn't recognize the peoplein the photos, except for Mrs. Gormley of course. In each of thepictures, she wore her usual attire. Hats with veils, long sleeved topsmostly with floral prints and skirts that always came down to her ankles.Throughout the years, Mrs. Gormley's appearance didn't change. Mostlyall you could see of Mrs. Gormley under her clothes was her lipstickcovered lips. " she replied, bending over to retrieve the rag. In that moment, I caught a glimpse of her maturing pussy that I assumed was still virgin. Content with my view, I turned to leave. "Umm... daddy?" came her sweet voice. "Can you do my front too?" I paused. "Please?" she seemed to plead. In this moment, I knew that my life was about to change in a big way. Was this planned? Had she wanted this all along? I couldn't be this fortunate. I turned around and took the plunge. "How about if I join you?".