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Author: cmsix
Title: NanoVirus
Part: 032
Universe: Nanoverse
Summary: Earth is being purged by the aliens that created life there.
Keywords: NanoVirus
Language: English and North East Texan

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first appeared.

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   Chapter 32

   I slept the clock around.  I woke a little after seven AM the next
morning.  I was confused at first and slow figuring out where I was.  At
least I was surrounded by naked women.  When I had a hold on my whereabouts
and realized that the hardon I was sporting was from bladder pressure and
not from arousal I tried to slip out of bed without waking anyone else. 
Not possible.

   I just climbed on out after two or three of them started making noises
and then asking questions.  I told them that I had to pee and that I would
be back soon.  Nancy said I wasn't getting away that easy and followed me
to the bathroom.  I finally managed to calm my boner and shake the dew off
my lily.  When I'd finished Nancy had the shower running and the water
warm. She grabbed me by the ear, I swear she did, and drug me into the
shower with her.

   I quit complaining when she let go of my ear and I started enjoying
myself as she began rubbing her soapy titties over me.  Her breasts seemed
a little larger now but I was probably making that up.  I got hold of the
soap and started working on her sexy wet body.  Soon we'd dropped the soap
and were fondling each other in earnest.

   I bent my neck to reach her mouth with my lips and we kissed and nibbled
each other's face and neck.  My hands strayed to her saucy ass and I
squeezed and prodded until Nancy was panting.  I picked her up and lowered
her onto my dick as she guided it into her wet opening.

   "Remember long dick, I'm already pregnant.  Don't try to shove that
thing up to my lungs.  The baby might be sleeping and we don't want to
disturb him." Nancy told me.

   "How do you know it's a boy?" I asked her, sliding my dick up into her
gently.

   "Do you think you're the only one around here that can talk to their
virus?" She asked, giving me a mean little grin.

   "I thought Aimee and I were the only ones." I admitted.

   "Not any more.  I finally managed to worm the secret out of Aimee. 
After she told me that the virus only talked to her after she got mad and
screamed at it I new that I would be talking with mine in just a short
short." Nancy told me still grinning.

   Nancy gave my dick a little rippling grip just about then and I lost the
thread of her conversation.  I didn't worry about if for a minute and just
enjoyed her manipulations.  She had wrapped her legs around my waist and
was now using them to lever herself up and down on my dick in a tempo that
suited her.

   "I don't understand then.  I distinctly told my virus to inform the
others not to allow contact between anyone else and their virus without my
explicit permission.  I would have given it to you of course but now I'm
worried that my orders don't mean anything to them." I told her.

   "Don't be, my virus did have to get an OK from yours before it could
talk to me.  Yours gave it because it knew that I had a keyword that could
ultimately control you if I used it.  It relented because of the
forcefulness of my request for contact with my virus." Nancy giggled.

   I could picture that.  I actually felt a little sorry for the poor
viruses.  Nancy could be very persuasive.  She was getting into a little
persuasion right at the moment.  Her slippery sexy body and her talented
pussy were about to persuade me to cum.  I decided to give in and I gave
her several strong thrusts as I gripped her wet ass firmly and leaned her
into the wall.

   Nancy lost the urge to talk anymore and contented herself with grunting
as my dick assaulted her tight wet slit.  She was soon huffing and puffing
along with me.  She climaxed just before I did and as she finished she hung
onto me limply while I struggled to keep standing and fought for my breath.

   After a few minutes of kissing and nibbling I put Nancy back down on her
feet.  I reclaimed the soap from the shower floor and we began washing each
other again.  We finished and got out and dried each other then we walked
back into the bedroom.

   The big bed was full to overflowing with naked women and my dick started
climbing again.  I was considering climbing back in to thank all the girls
for watching over me while I was out.

   "Oh no you don't.  The eye opener in the shower will have to hold you.
You're a day behind in greeting your reporting followers.  Your breakfast
is waiting.  Go eat while the others get showered and dressed.  You'll have
just enough time to give us all a good morning kiss before Seven takes you
down for your morning session with the ones that came in yesterday." Nancy
said.

   "Yes Mam." I told her as I headed out into the suite for breakfast.

   The table was much larger now than the one I'd eaten at before my
hibernation for improvements.  It was large enough to seat twenty or so. 
There were two beautiful women waiting to serve me and I noticed at once as
I approached the table to take a seat that they were dressed in my favorite
uniform for women.

   They were wearing only long T-shirts and not really that long.  I could
see four beautifully shaped legs flashing and four rounded buns were
alternating with two neat and tidy bushes giving me a thorough teasing.  As
soon as I was seated even this titillating view improved.

   I idly wondered why I didn't know their names since the virus had told
me my new memory would be loaded with names of all my followers and a short
summary of the relevant facts about them.

   Just then the smaller of the two reached up into a cabinet on the
rolling serving station that must have appeared during my long sleep.  Her
T-shirts hem dutifully climbed up to her waist as she stretched for
something on an upper shelf and it gave me an enchanting view of her
marvelously muscled ass cheeks and just a peek of a few short pubic hairs
through the tiny gap between the tops of her thighs.  Needless to say this
held my attention and as she retrieved a small pitcher and then turned
around her name, Etta, popped into what I can only describe as a corner of
my consciousness.  I concentrated on her name and instantly I was aware of
most of her vital statistics, including her date of birth, physical
statistics, type of birth control pill, days until her period, specifics of
her education and training and even her favorite song, "At Last" sung by
Etta James.  That made sense.

   I immediately endeared myself to her with a poor attempt to sing the
first line of the song.  She smiled brightly at my antics.

   I focused on the other beauty and Colleen came to me.  Her favorite song
was by Alice Cooper and as I started in singing 'Baby if you wanta be my
lover' she actually squealed and they both came to me and demanded how I
knew.

   "I'm sorry Etta and Colleen, I can't tell you.  Just remember who cares
enough about you to find out what you like." I said.

   They both gave me a hug and kiss on the cheek and then let me eat my
breakfast.  I finished eating and as I stood I asked them if they knew
about my morning inspections.

   "We've been briefed not to wear briefs." Colleen said and smiled.

   I took her into my arms kissing her thoroughly and inspecting everything
I could reach.  She didn't seem at all offended with my familiarity and
when I released her Etta was waiting patiently for her turn.  I gave Etta
what she had been warned to expect.  I nearly asked them about their
maintenance status but instead thought back to their information that had
appeared before.  It came up at once and I saw that they were both private.
I also noticed that they were both highly trained in hand-to-hand combat
and small arms use.  They were designated as personal bodyguards for me.

   I wondered how many bodyguards were assigned to me and a list of twelve,
including Etta and Colleen came to me.  This memory enhancement was worth
the trouble already.

   Nancy and the others trailed out of the bedroom just then.  Nancy gave
me a stern look for just a second and then a wicked little grin.

   "Well girls I can see that Jack's ordeal hasn't changed his M O." Nancy
announced.

   The other all laughed.  I was sure that they couldn't wait for me to
give Nancy a suitable straight line so the fun could begin.

   "Now Nancy darling, I was just trying to make Etta and Colleen feel
comfortable." I lobbed her an easy one.

   "No doubt.  Don't worry girls; everything you've heard about Jack
probably isn't true.  He's going to ride you hard all right but he won't
put you up wet.  He's very good about cleaning up after himself." Nancy
said.

   Everyone present roared with laughter, even Etta and Colleen.  They
blushed at the joke but laughed anyway.  Nancy and the others found their
way to the table and sat down.  I decided to help Etta and Colleen serve
them.  I even found an apron in the serving cabinet and tied it on.  This
added to the morning laughter.

   After they'd eaten I gave them all a good morning kiss and grope.  It
felt like old times, especially since most of the women had been with me in
Austin.  It felt good and seemed to help me get my mind on what I needed to
do for them.  For us.  For all of us.

   Seven, Margaret and Sparkle went into the bedroom to dress.  Etta and
Colleen went across the large room to an area where they probably slept, to
dress.  I talked and teased with Nancy, Karen and the others while I
waited. Etta and Colleen were back first and then Margaret, Sparkle and
Seven returned.

   We left and went down to Margaret's office for a few minutes and then to
the large meeting room.  Margaret did the honors changing reference and
directing yesterday's arrivals to line up and greet me.  This was the first
day that I'd had a bodyguard with me.  It seemed strange at first and then
seemed normal.

   I recognized every new face today.  As they came into sight their
information made itself known to me.  I could flick my interest to it and
it took focus for a split second.  That was all I needed to be able to call
them by name.  I noticed that I even had information about the size of the
men's dick.  It was a little unnerving at first since I didn't really want
to know that.  Soon it seemed that dick size didn't seem obvious in the
information anymore.  I assumed that the virus was rearranging the data for
me and I decided to ask it next time I was asleep.

   We wrapped up in about three hours and went back to Margaret's office.
She told me that I should go get some lunch and that I would have four
hours before today's arrivals were ready for their turn.  She also told me
that tomorrow would finish all the call ups and that we would fire up a
radio station the next day.

   In fact we would be broadcasting on several of the previously popular AM
stations.  Later in the week we would put the former CNN satellite channel
on the air full time.  They had enough information now to put together
about an hours worth of news and they would spread that out in ten-minute
segments scattered among calls for people to join us.  They would be
running movies full time to attract attention and would make our
announcements between showings.  I asked them to make sure the movies ran
full length and not to get us started with commercial breaks again.

   They would also be running some spots asking those that were holding
captives to release them and promising fair treatment for any offenders. 
They made sure not to promise amnesty though.

   Etta, Colleen and I returned to my suite and when we arrived they helped
two new women with the serving.  Cynthia and Hanna missed out on my singing
their favorite song since I didn't know the words or tune.

   Nancy seemed glad to have me back and took it easy on me.  We all ate
and joked for a while and then just hung around doing nothing much.

   Sparkle came up about an hour after we'd eaten.  She wanted to talk to
me and we went into the bedroom for a few minutes.  She asked me about the
drone and the human to machine interface it had mentioned.  I told her that
I would check with it when I slept and I mentioned to her my viruses' habit
of reading my thoughts for information I wanted and getting the drone to
have the information ready for me when I went to sleep.

   Sparkle thought that was remarkable.  Then she asked me another question
I didn't have an answer for.

   "Jack.  With your new memory, why can't the virus identify a specific
section for immediate retrieval.  It should be able to place requested data
there as soon as it arrives.  That way you wouldn't have to wait until you
slept to get the information." She asked.

   "I don't know if that is possible or not.  I'll ask it when I sleep.  It
seems logical, especially since it can monitor my thoughts when I'm
conscious." I told her.

   She left to go back to her office and I went back out to sit with the
girls and relax until it was time for the new arrivals.  As I sat down I
noticed the now familiar interface to my new memory seeking focus.  I
switched to it and the information was from my virus.  It told me, through
the memory, that what Sparkle had mentioned was perfectly feasible and that
it would begin using this method if I wanted.  I thought to it that I did
want it and I got a message that the information about the human to machine
interface was now in my new memory.

   I focused on the information and it was about two hundred k of text and
several very complicated drawings.  I thought to my virus, asking it how I
was going to get the information into a computer so others could use it. 
My memory space now held instructions telling me to sit at a computer that
had Microsoft Word, Outlook Express and Photoshop installed.  I would be
able to type in the text and create the images.  It gave an estimated time
of three hours to complete the task of inputting enough information for a
rudimentary interface that could be built with commonly available
components.

   I complained that I wasn't a very good typist and the memory soon held a
message that said I would be surprised at how I had improved lately.

   Of course this got the little wheels turning in my head.  I went to
Sparkle's office and told her.  She was surprised at the quick turn of
events.  She found me a workstation that was running Windows 2000 Pro and
had all the requested software installed.

   I sat down at it and opened Word and Photoshop.  I focused on the
information in my memory and put my hands on the keyboard.  Soon I was
typing faster than I would have ever thought possible.  I wondered exactly
how fast I was typing and two hundred words per minute flashed across my
consciousness along with a recommendation that I find an IBM Model M
keyboard since it would help me achieve about two hundred and fifty words
per minute.

   I stopped and told Sparkle what had happened.  She had just been
watching pretty much in awe at my typing.  I knew that I had and IBM
clicker with my system at the place but I didn't want to have to go back
out there just to get it.  My memory informed me that one of Sparkle's
people was using one on the floor below and that she had two extras. 
Apparently she didn't ever want to have to use anything else.  I told
Sparkle about the keyboard.

   We took the elevator to the floor below and then approached Geraldine, a
database specialist, and ask her if I could borrow one of her extra
keyboards.  She seemed slightly surprised that I knew she had them but was
quick to dig one out and let me have it.  I promised her that I would take
good care of it and that I would get her a few more as a bonus.  I took it
and thanked her and went back upstairs.

   As I was on my way I remembered that I'd had to buy my clicker on ebay
at auction.  I remembered that the place I'd gotten it from had several on
auction most of the time.  When I had the new keyboard hooked up I sent
Frank a message asking him to check through the data from ebay and see if
he could find the location of a seller that might have had some of the
keyboards and get us the address of their warehouse.  Might as well secure
some if we could.

   I went back to work on the interface instructions then.  After a few
minutes it seemed that my hands were just typing on automatic.  When I
started on the images I was surprised to find that I opened Outlook Express
and started a newsgroup message.  I was soon typing in a binary file. 
After I finished about twenty of these I saved the decoded files to a
folder and then opened them with Photoshop to finish them up.  Before my
improvements I could have cropped an image with Photoshop at best, now I
found my self moving the mouse at a furious pace and making complicated
manipulations of the images I had just created.

   I had to stop after about two hours and go down to greet the new
arrivals.  Etta and Colleen had been with me until just now when Cynthia
and Hanna had come to relieve them.

   Seven was already in the meeting room with the arrivals when I got
there. I took my usual place and she did the change of reference and got
the line started.  I shook hands and quipped with the newbies for about
three hours and when I finished I went back to my workstation and spent
another hour and a half inputting the data for the new interface.

   When I'd finished I asked my virus if the drone had any sense of which
of my followers would be best for constructing the interface.  A list
popped into my new memory and I put that with the information.  I went to
sparkle and gave her the happy news.  She called Margaret to come and see
my work.

   Margaret was floored.  She took the list of people that the drone had
suggested and went to fetch them.  I noticed another bit of information in
my memory and it was a recommendation from the drone that we build about
ten of these units to hold us until we could get a semiconductor plant
going well enough to create a few wafers of the miniaturized parts.

   I typed out another note to Margaret about it and headed upstairs with
Cynthia and Hanna.  I was hungry and my hands and arms were actually pretty
sore about now.

   Dinner wasn't ready yet when I got there so I wandered over to Nancy and
sat with her for a while.

   "What've you been up to Jack?" Nancy asked.

   I gave her a rundown of my new found typing skill and how it had been
used today.  She grinned at me and I knew that something was coming.

   "Poor little long dick.  He had to actually work for a while today and
now he's tired." She said giving me that evil little grin.

   "I guess you're right Nancy.  It actually felt good to be doing
something constructive." I told her.

   "Well try to do a little something everyday then." She told me.

   "Yes Mam." I replied.

   A little light went off in my head.  Seemed like every time Nancy told
me to do something now I automatically replied with Yes Mam.  I began to
get a little suspicious.  Nancy noticed me pondering and she couldn't help
but laugh.

   "Why you little bitch.  You planted that in me didn't you." I accused
her, laughing myself.

   "I'm sorry Jack.  I just couldn't help myself." She said laughing
herself now.

   "Hell I don't mind Nancy.  You know I can take a joke." I grinned.

   "You won't have to do it anymore.  The suggestion should lose its effect
now that you've discovered it." She said.

   "Now that I know about it I wonder how you managed to keep from laughing
out loud every time I did it." I said.

   "It was hard not to." She admitted.

   Suppertime rolled around and we ate.  We all decided to go back out to
the house for the night.  Seven had one of our lately acquired Sikorsky VH
3D helicopters pick us all up.  It was one of the late presidents
helicopters that I'm sure most people would recognize.  I wondered if this
was the one Nixon left in.

   When we got back into the house I was greeted by most of my favorite
women that hadn't been to the hotel to stay with me.  I got plenty of hugs
and kisses and not a few little gropes.  It was fun.  Just as things were
getting to be really fun a messenger from Clair, who was in the control
center, came up and ask me to go see Clair.  Seven and I headed that way.

   When we arrived we found Kelly and Clair in the control center.  Clair
spoke up and told me that Billy had just surrendered with the remainder of
his band.  Hueys were already in route to pick them up.  I was glad that
Billy was no longer a problem.  We had devoted more resources to his
containment than we really should have.  At least we had rounded him up
without bloodshed.  Billy was to be checked out by nurses as soon as he
arrived.

   I noticed information from the drone and focused on it.  It was a
rundown on Billy.  He was only about three months out of the Army when the
deaths started.  He had been an NCO in the infantry and his main attribute
seemed to be stubbornness.  I was sure we could put it to good use later.

   I was surprised a few minutes later when I noticed a message from the
drone in my memory.  It asked me to sleep soon since it wanted to discus
something with me.  I kissed Clair and Kelly goodnight then Seven and I
headed back toward the house.

   When I got back I went almost directly to my bedroom and undressed for
bed.  I lay down and was asleep almost at once.

   "Jack, the drone thinks that you need to make some decisions about our
course of action." My virus told me almost at once.

   "What does it think I need to decide?" I asked the virus.

   "I can report that good progress is already being made toward
constructing the human to machine interface and a working prototype should
be finished by tomorrow afternoon." The virus told me.

   "Good.  How are we going to be able to best use this new device?" I
asked the virus.

   "It will help you in countless ways.  The main focus of your work in
that area now should be to proceed toward manufacturing the miniaturized
parts that will allow you to make portable personal interface devices that
all your personnel can use when interacting with machinery.  For instance
once you have personal interface devices, the aircraft that have
fly-by-wire capabilities can be controlled from the interface without the
need for the pilot to give physical cues to the machine via the older type
input devices.  This will effectively put the pilot brain into the control
loop of the aircraft and after training your pilots should be much more
proficient.  This is just one example of how the new interface can help."
The virus told me.

   "I hadn't even considered such uses.  In other words this interface is
not only useful when interacting with computers?" I asked.

   "It will be useful anytime a human needs to interact with any
programmable machine.

   "The drone also suggest you consider having several of your highly
placed workers consider the memory modifications that you had.  It thinks
that they would be especially useful to Margaret, Sparkle and Seven among
others.  It told me to remind you that you would then be able to send them
alerts such as it sends you now via a message to your enhanced memory. 
They would also be able to communicate with you in that way." The virus
told me.

   "I need to think about that for a while.  Is there anything else the
drone wanted to tell me?" I asked.

   "Yes, the drone wants your permission to move." The virus told me.

   "Where does it want to move and why?" I asked the virus.

   "The drone wants to begin moving toward an orbit around this planet.  It
will first move from behind the gas giant so it will be within line of
sight of this planet.  Moving into line of sight will facilitate direct
communication between the drone and this planet.  It will send instructions
for modifying one of the large antenna systems already present on this
planet.  The modifications will enable nearly instantaneous communication
between the drone and the antenna system and therefore between itself and
you.  It would also enable the drone to send large information files
directly to computer systems here on earth." The virus told me.

   "I can see the advantages there.  Does the drone know of any
disadvantages?" I asked.

   "It will slightly detract from the drones capabilities to defend this
solar system from attack; however, there is small likelihood of such an
attack.  The aliens that built the drone are in defacto control of the
entire universe, the only resistance to their control is scattered and is
particularly thin in this group of galaxies." The virus related.

   "Very well have the drone proceed as it wishes.  What types of large
files does it anticipate sending to computer systems on earth?" I asked.

   "The drone is currently searching and indexing all accumulated knowledge
from your planet.  It is organizing the data and crosschecking the material
from different fields and different individuals for consistency.  It then
intends to present the information in an organized way to facilitate the
education of remaining individuals on earth.  Much of the knowledge is very
valuable and should be helpful in restarting scientific research here.  The
drone also intends to seek out and correlate data to aid in instruction of
upcoming individuals.  It thinks that it can structure a computer directed
education process for individuals that will enable you to use fewer trained
professionals to educate your young and to finish educating the survivors
that need more education." The virus told me.

   "I think that is about all I can absorb for now.  I would like to sleep
now and I will consider these things tomorrow." I told the virus.

   I didn't want my head to spin completely off.  It seemed that the drone
was organizing the resuscitation of earth.  It all sounded logical and
right.  I wondered if it was the best thing.  It might be best.  The task
that the drone was doing would mostly be making up for a lack of trained
personnel.  Establishing a curriculum for computer-aided education was a
step that would have been helpful even if earth hadn't been purged.  It
would be easier to do now since there weren't so many idiots that had to be
convinced that it was the right thing to do.  I was the only idiot that had
to be convinced.  If there were any educators left alive though, I would
want to at least get there feedback on what the drone came up with.

   I slipped off into dreamless sleep then.

   The virus woke me a seven AM.  It had an important message from the
drone and it told me that I needed to warn Margaret.  They would begin
broadcasting for everyone that could hear to come in today.  The drone
estimated that we would get as many as fifteen thousand people today if we
broadcast on the scale that we had planned.  It had a suggestion for an
alternate scheme.  I showered and dressed and headed for the hotel without
eating.

   I descended into my suite when I arrived.  Etta and Colleen had been
warned I was on my way and my breakfast was ready.  They were in their good
morning uniforms and I greeted them appropriately.  Then I sat down to
breakfast.  Margaret was out and joined me in a few minutes.  Since she was
ready for inspection I got up and gave her one.  At least the day was
getting off on the right foot.

   "Margaret, the drone has estimated that we will get as many as fifteen
thousand people today if we use the coverage we were planning on." I told
her.

   "Jesus that would be a madhouse." Margaret said.

   "The drone gave me an alternate plan and estimates that it will bring in
about a thousand.  Do you have any objection to trying its plan?" I asked.

   "None at all.  I would much rather have less than expected than many
more than expected." She said.

   "Good.  The drone also suggested that at least Sparkle, Seven and you
have the memory modification that I had.  What do you think?" I asked.

   "Will you still pat my ass every now and then after it's memory?"
Margaret teased.

   "I promise to increase my groping." I grinned back at her.

   "I'm game then." She said.

   "The drone pointed out that we could share messages via the virus using
the special memory scratch pad that Sparkle thought of.  I wonder if I'll
be able to pass you nasty notes in class." I joked.

   "I hope so.  You know that Nancy won't stand for being left out of this
don't you?" She said.

   "I hope she won't.  I'm dying to see what kind of grief she can give me
when she gets a direct line into my head." I chuckled.

   "I'm pretty sure Nancy will come up with something we won't expect."
Margaret said.

   We finished eating and Margaret was in a rush to get the schedule of
broadcasts changed.  She left the table and headed back to my bedroom to
shower and dress.  Seems that she and Sparkle liked to sleep in my bed even
if I wasn't present.  I definitely approved.  I thought to the virus and
asked about Sparkle.  A note popped into my memory saying that Sparkle was
still sleeping and was currently having a sexual dream involving me.  What
a wonderful use for this new memory.

   I gave Etta and Colleen another thorough kissing and groping just for
luck and then headed into the bedroom.  I stripped and slipped into the bed
behind Sparkle.  I snuggled up behind her and was delighted to find that
she slept in the nude.  I pressed my boner up to her ass and lay an arm
over her tiny frame searching for one of her pert titties.  I found one.

   Sparkle made a little approving sound but she didn't wake.  I pressed my
dick more firmly between her delicious little buns and toyed with the
nipple on the titty I'd located.  Her hips wiggled a little and then
pressed back toward me.  I caressed my way from her titty down into her
bush and then wormed a finger down onto her labia.  They were just slightly
damp.  I wiggled a fingertip between then and after generating a little
more lubricant I teased her clit with it.

   Sparkles gave a little groan from her throat and pressed her pussy onto
my finger more firmly, then her hips made a little hunch onto it.  I
stroked her clitoris again and pressed the finger into her while kissing
and nibbling on her neck and up to her earlobe.  She still didn't wake but
her breathing did increase.  I resisted the urge to ask the virus what was
going on and then instructed it not to give me any feedback for a while.

   Sparkle was pretty wet now.  I reached between her legs with the hand on
her pussy and made room to push my dick through from behind.  When it was
sticking between her legs from the backside I pressed up on the bottom side
of it and let it press on her labia as I stroked it slightly.

   Sparkle stirred and then stiffened.  I knew that she was waking and
wondered what she would think.

   "Jack, is that you Jack?" She asked in a sleepy voice.

   "Yes, it's me." I answered.

   "How nice.  I was just dreaming of you and then I woke up and your here.
It feels like you've been playing with me in my sleep." She said, sounding
a little more alert now.

   "Guilty as charged.  I'm thinking about fucking you.  What do you
think?" I asked.

   "I think that's a good idea.  You should do it more often." She replied.

   "It does seem like fun." I said.

   I pulled back a little farther and pressed my dickhead up to her
entrance.  She sensed that I was going to push it into her and cocked her
hips back to give me a better angle.

   "Careful with that big thing Jack." She moaned as I slid a couple of
inches into her.

   "I'm always careful with it, it's loaded you know." I told her.

   "I know.  I just wished it had a fertile target." She sighed as I slid
in farther.

   "Do you want me to have Janet check you out and get you set up to bear
fruit?" I asked.

   "Oh yes." She said and clenched her pussy around me.

   "I'd love that.  Do you think that it will be all right for me to be
pregnant?" She asked wistfully.

   "I think that it would be wonderful.  You can compute while you're
pregnant can't you?" I asked.

   "Yes, but what if we need to fight?  What if an emergency comes up?" She
asked.

   "I'll make sure it doesn't come to that." I told her, sliding all the
way in now.

   We were quiet for a while as I stroked into her willing slit.  She was
very tight but she was also very wet and willing.  She pushed back to me on
every stroke.

   "Can I get on top Jack?" Sparkle asked.

   "Sure." I answered.

   She dislodged my dick and turned around, remounting me as I rolled onto
my back.  When I entered her this time I slid in much deeper.  We both
sighed and then Sparkle began rising off and then falling back onto my hard
dick.  I took a little titty in each hand and squeezed.  They were the
smallest on earth as far as I knew.  They were still delightful poking up
proudly from her chest.  I twisted and pinched the nipples and Sparkle
groaned loudly.  She loved for me to tease them.

   She began pumping her hips in earnest now.  Her pussy gripped me
urgently as she worked herself on and off me.

   "Just think Sparkle, it won't be long before the cum I spurt into you
gets something started." I told her.

   She shivered at the thought and now she was nearly there.  I dropped my
hands to her ass and gripped her cheeks firmly, pulling her down onto me
harder as she groaned.

   "God damn you bastard, fuck me harder.  Make me a baby Jack.  Give me
one." She screamed.

   I pushed up into her as hard and as far as I could as I jerked her down
by my grip on her ass.  I felt my cum starting and I held her to me.  She
cried out again and shuddered then she locked her muscles tight and as she
climaxed I pumped my cum up her.  She moaned once more and fell in a heap
onto me as I gave her limp body four of five more strong thrusts to finish.
She lay on me panting then and I caressed her ass and back with my hands,
kissing her face and lips.

   Sparkle felt comfortable lying on me.  She didn't weigh much and it was
just handy to have her naked body within easy reach.  I spent quite a bit
of time teasing and playing with her ass.  Later I pulled her up to suck on
her nipples.

   Margaret came out of the bathroom dressed in a while and looked over to
us.  She had a wicked little smile on her face.

   "I see while the cat must work the mice are fucking." She giggled.

   "Careful, I might just drag you in here with us." I warned her.

   "I'd love it, but I have to go and see about reducing our call up by
about fourteen thousand." She said.

   "What?" Sparkle perked up.

   I explained to her what the drone had warned me about as Margaret left.
She cursed and said that she'd better get going too since she would need to
warn her people to be ready if the altered plan didn't reduce the numbers
enough.  Reluctantly I let go of her.  I just lay there while she showered
and dressed.  Then I got up and rinsed off myself.

   After I'd dressed I wandered down into the offices and found Rodney.  He
was heading up the small contingent that was trying to make plans to get
some type of education system going.  I told him that the drone was
preparing some plans to help him with it.  He was curious about it so I
told him that if he wanted it I would give the OK for his virus to contact
him and let the drone send him a report on what was being prepared.  He was
delighted and so I thought an approval to my virus and told Rodney that he
probably should go take a nap.  He left at once.

   I couldn't get over how smoothly things seemed to be running now and I
wondered what the next fuckup would be.  Surely they weren't over.  I could
see that the drone and the viruses would help us avoid them though.  The
drone had averted a major snafu this morning with the heads up about our
broadcast.  I decided to go down and watch the process for the first
announcement.

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