She let out what little breath she had left. ‘I asked for a day, and you gave me that without judging me. You showed me I judged you, and for that, ... can only apologize. If you don’t mind, I would like to give you a gift before we leave. It’s not much, but it’s the best I can do and I trust you now.’ Nodding my head, I watched Cheryl stare back at me. She pulled air into herself and lifted the covers off the bed and stood facing me, paused for a moment and then pulled down her shorts. Her hands. For that matter, AIs cannot go against their programming. From my experience with Alpha, it is evident that computer-based intelligence capable of self-programming will use that ability to streamline and enhance its functions, not choose new goals without a strong and valid reason. Unless someone is stupid enough to create an AI with an innate hatred for humanity, doomsday scenarios are unlikely. (Okay, yes, of course there are people out there stupid enough to do just that. But hopefully no. ...and she has a nice figure" observed Mike. At this point, and I still don't know why, I asked Mike if he would like to see her tits. Mike looked at me and said that he would. I pulled the duvet down to her waist to reveal her well-proportioned, rounded breasts. She has large dark nipples, which Mike was eyeing with interest. "Very nice" he said. I told Mike he could touch them if he wanted and he responded by gently kneading them. He asked me if he could kiss them, I though "Why not", and. She gurgles, struggling for breath as her hands grasp at the one in her chest. Eris stares down at the woman with eyes full of rage and hate. From the end of the expansive table Rob shoves her chair back, jumping from it and ready to leap onto the table. Two sets of powerful hands wrap around each arm as a third arm slip around his neck from behind. Eris never once takes her eyes off Hera.“You were my friend,” she growls, her grip tightening on the slow beating of Hera’s heart. “You had my back.