”“You just told me there was a genie in that bottle and you believe what you’re saying, so how aren’t you crazy,” she snapped back worry and...fear for him etching her pretty features.“Liz look at me, really look at me you saw me less than two days ago and I am a completely different than when you left. By the way how did your party go? Did you have fun?”“Yeah it was great,” she said with a blush looking at him and just thinking.“Alright where is this genie that came out of the bottle?”“She’s. Let's not forget that."The others laughed again. "Yeah, and it is fun." The bell cut off any further rejoinder.Jared thought about that as he worked out at the gym on his way home. He didn't want to bulk up, but he did want to be in shape. That meant circuit training rather than concentrating on one machine. That gave him plenty of time to think.He was interested in what Cynthia and Shannon felt, Iris too, now that he thought about it, but he could see their arguments about the psychological. They are very efficient if given a task.Holland Campbell's idea was to create a robot brain that could dream. A brain that could come with ideas on its own.People had been trying this for decades, but none had succeeded. Until now. At least that's what he believed.Seven people sat around the table. Campbell paced around the room. Holographic displays showed strings and strings of code. Green symbols meant the code was good to go. Yellow was for minor bugs. Blinking red indicated problems.And. There was a kind, light scent in the air that could only be found in a room tended to by a woman. "I thought you weren't going to come," I heard her say, having come in behind me. She was in a white robe that hung to her mid-thigh. It was tied loosely and hung open just enough so make out tiny, white panties and the bare skin of her chest. Her hair was the slightest bit damp, just out of the shower. "I'm going to tell you exactly what I told him. There really isn't any possible way this ends.