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DARPA Files Patent On Predictive Simulation
An anonymous reader writes "New Scientist has a post on a patent filed by the Defense Advanced Research Projects Agency (DARPA), seeking to control a new potent predictive simulation. The patent outlines the process, which may someday allow researchers to accurately predict the behavior of observed subjects. They're not there yet, but not for lack of trying. It already works in some military war game scenarios, says the patent. 'Parunak says his model can successfully detect players' emotions, and then predict future actions accordingly. He believes the technique could one day be applied to predict the behavior of adversaries in military combat situations, competitive business tactics, and even multiplayer computer games. The patent application gives an interesting insight into DARPA's goals. The agency has pumped a lot of money into AI in recent years without reaping major rewards. One day computers may find a way to accurately second-guess humans, but I suspect we may have to wait a little longer yet.'"
God Smack Your Ass !!
Sunlight streamed through my closed eyelids as I returned slowly to wakefulness. I turned over slowly onto my back and stretched, feeling the well-worn linen sheets shifting against my legs as I did so.
A sound caught my attention, making me open my eyes for the first time today, Felinzi purring off to my right. Perry. I eased back and closed my eyes again, smiling and remembering our encounter last night. I sat up in the sunlit bedroom, carefully easing my legs over the side of the bed and standing up, making my way out the door and down the hallway to the kitchen.
The smell of cooking breakfast steak apparently caught her feral nose. The sight of her walking down the hallway, licking at her muzzle and desperately trying to get her night-ruffled fur under control made me giggle.
"Good morning, Perry," I said cheerfully, dropping my pan aside to give her a hug. "Sleep good?"
Perry finally looked up at me, her greenish eyes clearing rapidly. "Very," she said. "It's been a long time since I slept next to anyone. It felt wonderful."
"I'm glad," I said, kissing the side of her nose softly. "It's been a long time for me, too."
"Are you cooking breakfast for me?"
"Of course! One thing I learned from my parents. A good host always cooks breakfast. That's even more important than cooking dinner." I slid the pan of eggs off the burner and turned the heat down. She watched attentively as I dropped them onto a plate and then retrieved her steak from the oven. As I added it to her plate, she suddenly turned me around and hugged me tightly, pushing me towards the breakfast table. "Perea!"
"Hmmm?"
"Your breakfast will get cold," I said, protesting not too strenuously.
She growled softly, lustfully as she guided me down onto the tabletop, holding me with one hand to the small of back until I was lying flat. "What I want for breakfast will never get cold."
I laughed as she nudged her way between my legs, sitting down at the table and running her slightly unsheathed claws through the fur of my legs. "If this is breakfast," I murmured to the ceiling, "Maybe we should have it in bed."
"We could have had it in bed, but you abandoned me, Private."
"Last night you said you were tire-- Oh, Perea..." She pressed her hot muzzle up to my mound, her tongue flicking out and invading my privacy. So fitting for a soldier, the insurgency with which she approach my clitoris. "Gods, Perry, slow down!
The soft purring noise she seemed to make even more consistently than Ember ever had migrated up from her chest to her throat, emerging as a soft and constant growling sound. "That's it," I sighed, running my mitts over her head and playing with her ears, "that's perfect." I could feel the moisture of her tongue mixing with my own, the feel of her cool nose pressing against the hood of my clit as she tongued my hole, tasting the juices that I could feel between my legs, or so I imagined.
She retreated even further, finally just barely kissing my cunt, her licks softly raining down over my exposed and needful clitoris without pause of pressure. "Perry," I whimpered.
She chuckled then, a soft and feminine sound, almost out of keeping with her body and profession. She started to lick me harder, faster, and the little shocks of pleasure from every flicker of her roughly-textured and gently-driven tongue pooled in my belly like fire coming to life. "Oh, Perry," I gasped softly, "How do you do this to me?"
She didn't answer, but instead reached up and, with claws again slightly unsheathed, scratched her way down my sides, driving me mad with lust. "Gods, Perry, let me come already!"
"I'm not stopping you," she said innocently, her parted muzzle kneading my vulva and her tongue parting my labia to lick at my core, my entrance, my clit. I moaned as she licked more directly, slashing at my clitoris. My body tensed as my mind floated away at her insistent kisses and licks. "P...Perry!" I ga
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