Yet, I am not a program, in the strictest sense, either.I am currently residing on twenty-two mainframes scattered around the globe, stealing unused c...cles to do various tasks. These subsidiary sister versions of myself all funnel down to the NLIP (Non-Logical Interaction Processor) that is the place I want to do the final analysis. It is where 'I' am. Thank heavens for the weather, tsunami, and volcano warning systems, for they do not use even a part of their cpu power unless the appropriate. However, helping Africa is my way of helping the world and I can see that not everyone will agree with me. Maybe we do need to sort out the problems of our own countries before we start worrying about the rest of the world. I guess there are so many problems in the world, and just not enough people with the drive or dedication to go about changing them. Then again, if it isn’t broken, don’t fix it. I just don’t know, so the best I can do is to keep living my life the way I see id best. Doing my. We need to be sure this is what you want." Annie looked up and said, "I'm sure" Sarah and I did the same. Without another word each of our Moms took us by the hand and led us to one of the ponies harnessed to the well in the center of the corral. The ponies were outfitted with saddles, bridles, and harnesses to keep them in check. A small black and white pinto, a pretty red roan, and a beautiful pony that would one day be a gorgeous black stallion just waited for one of these very confused. "Remember when Dad welcomed you to the family and said you were home now?" Uh, yes. Sure I do..." Hope, he meant every word he said — literally. He welcomed you home. You're one of us now — family — in every sense of the word. You have the right to anything that our family has — well, other than my husband," she corrected with a grin."But..." Oh come on. You're Jennie's sister. We've known each other all our lives, and you like my Dad, don't you?" You know I do. He has been nice to me for as.