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A Borg-like Artificial Intelligence For Lionhead's New Game
cybaea writes: "The creator of Black & White is experimenting with new work on group minds - but unlike the Borg, the characters in the new game are already descending into bar brawls,
reports ZDNet UK, quoting Richard Evans (famous for the AI engine in Black & White). My favourite quote: '[AI] Characters [in the game] even have the ability to dynamically create their own language, constructing simple sentences on a word by word basis.'"
There are no jobs in technology. Stop thinking about science and AI and stuff like that. Just watch baseball and college football. Nursing homes need you guys to take care of the elderly. Get real, please. OP.
eventually this could be implemented into slashcode to eliminate the need for poor editing.
This might seem a little hard to follow, so here is an example. Kate got home from work before Lacey; but this evening Lacey's truck was parked outside the apartment. That's odd, Kate thought, but didn't make much of it until she got inside. Lacey stood there with a enigmatic grin on her face and nothing else on.
"I found your journal, girlfriend. We should talk. Actually, talk is *not* what I had in mind." Kate just stood there dumbfounded. Lacey came up to Kate, put her arms around her and whispered in her ear. "It's OK. We can do it all, we can do nothing. But you're not alone." Lacey kissed her lips then backed off a bit. "OK, lover. Get your clothes off and your ass into bed." Kate practically ripped off her clothes as she dashed into the bedroom.
She noted that Lacey must've taken off early and maxed her Visa card at the local leather store. The sheets were latex and there were brand new restraints encircling the mattress. She noticed that there were several bottles of Evian in a cooler; most of them were empty. Breathing hard and shaking, Kate lowered herself onto the latex sheets. Somehow Lacey had warmed them. That moved Kate immensely.
"No more words." Lacey commanded. "You're to stay quiet." Lacey proceeded to lock Kate's wrists into fur-lined cuffs, attaching them to the restraints. Her ankles got the same treatment. Lacey put a pillow under her head and put a liter of Evian next to her mouth. "Here, drink." She took the water gratefully; she had serious cotton mouth right now. Lacey tossed the bottle aside after she drained it and straddled her body. She rubbed her cunt against Kate's and leaned down to kiss her hard on the mouth. "OK, lover. You have a safe word; use it if you need to but from here on I'm in charge." Kate took a big gulp of air. She could feel the throbbing wetness in her cunt; this was no dream.
Lacey pulled back up and started rubbing against Kate's cunt again. She moaned and released a measured pulse of piss down her lover's swollen cunt. "Ah..." Kate moaned. She could feel the stream dribble down her cunt lips, pooling and wetting her dry ass. Lacey let another slight stream go and Kate was so aroused she damn near ached. Almost unconsciously her arm moved in order to get her hand down to her clit but the restraints held it back. "I knew that was gonna happen" said Lacey, still grinding her cunt on Lacey's mons, "I knew I'd better restrain you before you shortened the fun." She let another burst of piss soak Kate's cunt, this time strong enough to hit Kate's swollen, distended clitoris. Kate could feel the piss surround her clit head, tickling the outside of her labia lips. The piss pool had soaked her ass, and wet her lower back. Lacey had moved up now, and was straddling Kate's stomach.
Lacey reached out and started stroking Kate's nipples. The feel of her nipples hardening and her wet cunt electrified her spine. She could see her lover's bush, drops of wetness still clinging to some of the hair, her swollen labia, her swollen clitoris. Kate wanted, needed to taste her. Lacey brushed her cunt hairs across Kate's belly; she released more piss on her belly, soaking her skin and leaving a small pool of piss in her belly button. Lacey leaned over her and grabbed something off the headboard; she presented a gleaming pair of tit clamps to Kate. Kate bit her lower lip at the sight. She loved the way Lacey touched and bit her nipples-- but tit clamps? Lacey stroked Kate's nipples to a proud erection, and gingerly placed the clamps on each one. She then tightened, alternating one at a time. Each tightening sent delicious shivers down Kate's back, directly to her clitoris, which would've been screaming in ecstasy if it could scream. Lacey moved forward, pushing Kate's tits together with her thighs until her nipples were almost touching. They were still sensitive from the pain of the tit clamps. Lacey took a deep breath and blasted a well-aimed rivulet of piss onto Kate's nipples. She felt the hot blast against her hard, sore nipples; the sensation sent her into orbit. The piss ran down her tits and behind her back; she could feel it encroach her hair. Her whole body was now laying in a pool of warm pee. Her arms ached to touch herself.
She could see where the stream of piss was leaving Lacey's body and she longed to lick off the drops clinging to the coarse hairs. Lacey smiled at her. "Getting greedy, eh? Your tongue can't reach it. Yet." She started working her way up Kate's body, moving at a slow, studied pace. By the time she straddled Kate's face, Kate could feel her own bladder straining from the liter of Evian. Lacey carefully lowered her cunt onto Kate's mouth, spreading her cunt lips so that Kate's hungry tongue could lap everything up. She then loosened Kate's right hand, which immediately started toward her own swollen clit.
"Easy, baby." Lacey admonished, holding back Kate's arm. "Let's make this last a bit longer." Lacey grinded her hips to the rhythm of Kate's tongue greedily licking off what was left of Kate's piss. Lacey raised up again, releasing Lacey's arm and spreading her cunt lips. Kate waited. Lacey's cunt was swollen and purple; she could see Lacey's piss hole release a strong, golden current of warm piss. The current captured the glint of the light as it hit Kate's face. Kate felt the warm piss glide down her face and her hair. She relished it; soaked every bit of skin she could get under the stream. She lapped the stream of piss with her tongue, let it sweep down her neck and between her breasts. She rubbed her clit, feeling the wet skin of her labia stroke the sensitive organ. She let loose of the piss in her own body; and as she did she had the most incredible orgasm ever. It started from her clit towards her relaxing urethra, it went into her vagina and up her spine, to her throbbing wet nipples, it went from her swallowing mouth into her mind. Her mind was gray, but a shaft of yellow light came through as she came; the woman from her dreams was there. "You don't need me anymore" the woman said and she left through the yellow light. Her head flooded with radiance and heat.
She felt Lacey's clitoris in her mouth as she regained consciousness. She licked gently, realizing that Lacey was having her own orgasm. Lacey flopped beside her, still breathing heavily and took her in her arms. "How did that feel?" said Lacey. "Wonderful. Awesome." replied Kate, still barely able to talk. Lacey kissed her deeply. Kat noticed the room radiated with warmth and glittered a slight yellow.
Why?
Because it's "disrespectful of the Royal Family", that's why. You're not allowed to use the word "king" for just any old burger joint over there. Oh, no. Just try opening a Dairy Queen in Picadilly Square and see how long you last before you find yourself face-down on the pavement with a kindly bobby's knee in your back and his gun barrel jammed against the base of your skull, spitting out your last few teeth as you wonder what the hell is going on.
I'll tell you what's going on: It's a monarchy, and "subjects" have no legal rights whatsoever. They're the property of the Royal Family, to dispose of as the Queen sees fit.
13.6% of "suspects" arrested in England last year (2001) were never heard from again. Gone without a trace. No body, no coroner's report, no funeral, no explanation. Just... gone. The families know enough not to ask too many questions: They may be next.