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Production of multiple copies of this story on paper, disk, or other fixed format is expressly forbidden. Loretta Hansen smiled at the monitor as she watched the last Saturday day-shift tech walk out of the building. The small green light on her console indicated that the door had locked properly after the tech left. She was now totally alone in the building... except, of course, for PLATO, the semi-sentient computer who by federal law could never be left totally alone. Normally her once-a-month weekend duty “babysitting” PLATO angered Loretta, but not this weekend. In fact, she had promised the tech that was scheduled couple for the overnight shift that she would cover her shift also. Pulling double shifts on weekend duties wasn’t all that unusual because there really wasn’t anything to do. She was only there because of that stupid law that said sentient or semi-sentient computers could never be left totally alone. And besides, Loretta owed the other tech a favor. There was no cleaning crew overnight on weekends, so Loretta now had sixteen hours alone in the building with PLATO. “Just you and me for the next sixteen hours,” she said to console. A mechanical voice replied, “Order or question not understood.” “Then understand this,” Loretta said firmly, “Command order. Lights on punjabi in the Growth Processing Room. Open access panel to main neural net tanks.” “Affirmative,” PLATO replied. The voice was still very mechanical, but somehow it sounded... angry. The lights came on in the processing lab and a narrow doorway at the back of the lab swung open into the room in which PLATO, himself, actually lived, immersed in a special tank of nutrients. As Loretta stepped into the processing lab, she pulled a small metal box from her pocket. She paused to open it. Within the box was a small hypodermic syringe and a very long needle. As she was slowly putting the needle in village place, she apparently bumped something sharp on one of the strange machines because she felt a slight sting on her shoulder. She wobbled slightly, but then regained her balance and ducked her head to enter the tank room. As she pushed the small door the rest of the way open, a loud siren began screaming. Flashing indian red, blue and yellow lights filled the facility and reflected off all shiny surfaces. She had never noticed the alarm lights on the ceiling before, but now they were almost blinding. Several tach squad officers rushed into the room and grabbed her by the arms. Their leader, an older, bald man with an unbelievably long beard stepped up to face her. “Strip her,” he said brusquely. My pussy ached, a line of cream dribbling down my thighs. 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