It was sweet as honey, the voice, but its words bit.“In China, they stand. They watch. The bystanders don’t usually get involved. They watched the...girls get murdered. Are they as guilty as the killer? Do you think?”I dropped my phone, bounced up in bed, scanned around the room, yelled, “Who’s there?”The voice disappeared. I looked back down at my phone. The page had changed. It was now on a Baidu news story about another execution. Looking at the mugshot under the headline, I knew the face; I. This guy is huge! My pussy started to water and I knew what I wanted! I told my husband about this guy and he tells me to go for it. So I start working this guy. I find out he is s*******n, high school dropout. Lets see-age of consent for my state-fifteen and he looks way older so we are all good. After a few days they get done early. I invite the guy over, his name is Ty. I fix him some tea, I have on just a robe nothing else. We start talking about nothing and I decide to go the direct. We're not together, I've accepted that. We will have separate lives from this point on, but we were friends, as well as lovers and husband and wife. Despite everything that's happened, I still consider myself your friend. There are no strings or conditions. E-mail me if you want to talk about anything,Hugh."I never received a reply. I really didn't expect one. It was just something I felt I had to do.Life went on. I went on "Plenty of Fish" because the idea of getting involved with someone from. Instead I was simply obeying a minor directive in my core programming to keep a record of all my important experiences. Since I didn't know what was important and what wasn't, I kept everything.At night, when no one else came for my services, I automatically entered simulated sleep mode that serves two purposes.First it gives me time to compress the memories of the last day down to something manageable. I now know that I was created in the relatively early days of robotics when robot minds were.