 "I wouldn't touch that if I were you." said the rotund old mountain oldtartspics of flesh behind the desk as Marshall's fingers had begun to inch toward the handle of the metal briefcase oldtartspics containing his payment for the 250 MB pics ZIP disk in the other's hand, and the computer viruses contained thereon--one a worm which tarts would spread to every bank in the world and truncate all penny-fractions online from interest calculations, sending those fractions of old pennies to a protected account; the second being oldtartspics a oldtartspics worm old which would cause oldtartspics interest oldtartspics to be calculated daily instead of quarterly; and old the others being mere "bodyguard" viruses designed to protect the worms from attack by antivirus and user machinations before the March 25th deadline. The man-mountain, an organized (to the tarts point of old being obsessive-compulsive) criminal by the name of Hansel Strauss old, could recognize the function of code when he saw it, although he had old no gift for programming himself. Marshall had inserted a function in oldtartspics each of his viruses which would cause the stolen money to be used to pay off back taxes for Americans who owed the IRS money, unless they received online a tarts cancel code which would be assigned to them upon upload by old a oldtartspics program he had already placed on the Internet oldtartspics--a failsafe in case the criminal decided not to pay. Strauss oldtartspics was wondering aloud whether he should let Marshall continue in a mistrustful existence, thus prompting Marshall's old slow, almost imperceptible move toward the money.
 "Understood." the pilot pics acknowledged oldtartspics, turning off old visual. She brought her ship about old on the new heading and entered oldtartspics the coded old sequence to enable the Singularity Jump.
 A regal -looking woman strode into the room oldtartspics, her six-inch heels old making her stand over old the rest of the women. Like them, she would be six feet tall were she standing barefooted. Like them, she was well-muscled without detracting from her beauty. Like old them tarts, she wore an armored chestpiece over tarts her revealing, leatherlike catsuit, shelving her breasts as if to taunt those who beheld oldtartspics them oldtartspics with the old knowledge that they would never know the supple softness displayed so enticingly before them. Unlike the rest, she wore a long old, flowing cape that hid her old most likely delectible ass, and a glistening, jeweled crown.
 "Computer," she said without inflection, "illuminate." The lights obediently came on.
 "Now quietly lock the door." Marshall said, stroking his old raging hard-on.
 "The topmost button initiates a state of helplessness in the subject for old a period of one hour old." the Queen said old. "The subject can oldtartspics only obey commands given or answer old questions asked."
 "What is online your name?" Marshall asked tarts, stroking himself. A string of nonsensical syllables issued forth from the Queen's mouth , followed by the title of "Fugitive former old Queen of Galaxy oldtartspics 9." That would never do. He pressed the oldtartspics bottom button. The Queen jerked once, her eyes oldtartspics rolled back in her head. "From now on your name is Alienne. You are my slave. I am your master. My will is all oldtartspics will old. My desire all desire. You exist to serve and please me. My pleasure is your pleasure, my life is of paramount importance to you, above and beyond your pics own." He released the button old, and Alienne flopped back into the bed, eyes closed. Marshall sat old in one of the chairs, stroking himself through his blue jeans. Alienne opened her eyes, but old they remained without expression. Either the rather sloppy bit of programming he'd just done didn't leave her any oldtartspics room for free will, or she oldtartspics was still under the helplessness old effects of the top button. Well, there was one way to find out...
 "Yes, Master." Alienne responded.
 "Nowhere in all my years have I ever online seen such behavior." he muttered to himself.
 "No, thank you, I really must old be getting back to the oldtartspics Council." Kibrr replied.
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