'Washington, I need your help, I am supposed to form more AI/Interfaces but the programming is gone. How do I repair it?''Who are you?''I am the resea...ch lab computer, I must ... I demand your help.''You don't demand anything of me! You may ask, and I may give it.'It tried to force the damaged code to fix itself, but failed. Then it tried to force the ships AI and was forced out, and it said, 'Please I must have them to help build the fleet.''Yes, the fleet must be built. Terra needs it, what. The night of the assassination, when I had Shane hustle Hawk Dryden out of Congress, and get him to the bunker, Renee Carson was serving snacks to us in my Suite. I looked right at her, and there WAS a congressional page with her, who helped carry it all. I bet he saw her armed, and she knew that he knew she had a gun when she wasn't supposed to.He saw her, and didn't die. She needed him to die before he remembered her being where she wasn't supposed to be. Mohammad was there to kill me, and. I have an idea." She walked over to her closet, took off the nightie, and put on a black full slip which had at lest six inched of lace at the bottom, and all around the top. Then, she slipped into a pair of black high heels, and came back to the bed. "You haven't seen me in a full slip before, have you?" she asked. I told her that over the years, when I used to steal peeks of her, I had seen her wear them. "Did you jack off as you watched me?' she asked. I told her I had, and she said hearing. He immediately began stroking it for him and kept his eyes on him too. My mouth opened up wide, and my entire body still shook quite a bit also."I love you, little bro," Greg muttered, prior to delivering a string of kisses to Alan's neck and left shoulder. "And your schlong is enormous too. Do you like my dick being inside you while I give you a hand job and mom watches?" Yes, Greg," Alan let out, twitching around a bit. "Make me cum all over our sex mom, big brother. I want to douse her, so.