His face was inches above mine and his eyes bored into me as he asked fiercely, “Just how hard do you reckon you would have got it if someone had of...found out what you were doing under that table, huh?” I felt excitement race through me at his words but it was nothing compared to what took hold of me when he continued. “I had half a mind to drag you out and hand you over to them myself. Then you’d have been really fucked.” My cunt tightened on him as the image his words painted exploded in. She was hooked into a centralized computer network that kept track of the whole planet. The Network (which is the way everybody referred to it) had a lot of functions such as weather control, power, water, air flows in populated areas, making sure there were people assigned to all the tasks mankind felt needed to be done. The Network also kept track of all knowledge known to mankind. If I wanted information on anything, past or present, all I had to do was ask Library.Library worked in several. While Beatrice remarked knowledgeably on the original paintings hanging from the wall, which to Paul's eyes appeared to be nothing more than splodge-like caricatures of fruit and vegetables, what interested him most was the ship's holographic view of outer space."What's that?" asked Paul as he pointed at what seemed to be a revolving pencil."We have a legal obligation to monitor all ships within a million kilometres of the ship, but we routinely keep track of almost every ship within the Inner. I sat on the floor more comfortably and said, "My name is Kramer Alex," in the way the Japanese used names. "You ran into me last night and I saw how frightened you were. When the man chasing you came around the corner I ran into him and hurt him. That is why he took so long to follow." The woman had not even looked at me but kept her face looking down."Your dress was ripped. A housekeeper is washing and repairing it for you now. I do not know when it will be done but I have some women's.