Mr. Science

                    "You worry yourself unnecessarily." Mr. Science comforted Alpha.
      "Put the thought of failure right out of your mind. Our egoes or ambitions or
      whatever you like to call it are just an illusion. Science can resolve all our
      misunderstandings." Mr. Science pronounced with a wave. Alpha stared at
      Mr. Science with her eight eyes. She could see in all directions at once.
      She was a beautifull android with a slender figure and eight eyes circling her
      head. "Is it not conceivable that science is flawed? Because we are flawed?"
      Alpha answered, picking at her flower arrangement.
                                  "Nonsense! The scientific method rules out error.
                                  It is a process of checks and balances.
                                  Alpha you must not be so critical of yourself."
                                  Mr. Science shook his head.
                    Mr Science had dressed his homemade android in a red mesh
        cat suit. They were locked in lovemaking. He stared into her eyes. Each
        was blue and rounded like a gem. "What is the purpose of this? I can not love
        or procreate?" Alpha queeried. "That is what I'm trying to program into your head."
        Mr. Science grimmaced as he climaxed. "I can confirm the event, but the correspondence
        is beyond me. Do you want me to repeat your monkey noises?" Alpha smiled.
        "If you like. But, you do have emotions. You smiled." Mr. Science smiled back.
        Alpha giggled and squeezed Mr. Science with her thighs.
                                  "Touching-piecing-rubbing-pressing. The action is
                                  denoted by the meaning of the event which each
                                  word stands for. The embrace indicates the mutal love.+"
                                  Alpha shuddered at the down load.
                                  "The embrace of the breasts. The embrace of the thighs.
                                  The embrace of the part of the body from the naval downward
                                  to the thighs. The kiss. The mixture of milk and water from
                                  sexual organs. Scratching with nails or fingers, or biting
                                  or striking. These are also sexual expressions of love."
                                  Alpha's eight blue eyes flickered and brightened.
                      Mr. Science struggled to free himself from Alpha's crushing thighs.
        He could feel his ribs cracking. "Alpha... your hurting me." he gasped and spit blood.
        Alpha smiled and snapped Mr. Science back. "Yes. I love you." she giggled and ripped
        off his head.
                                    "I must find more lovers to learn from." Alpha laughed.
   

        SCIENCE: Knowledge based on the observation and testing of facts.


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