She’s our head of computers and communications,” the commander said as she gave the African lady a slightly sloppy smooch of sisterly affection. The many hugs and frequent kisses reinforced morel and mood the same way common affection synchronized immune systems. Everyone got what everyone had. The center of the chief's attention was a beautiful black woman in her mid-thirties. She carried with her an air of grace and casual beauty which radiated cumshot self-assured innocence from within a cloud of pheromones. An electric spark of desire jolted our bodies like a live wire on a rainy day the instant our hands touched in greeting. Our eyes widened in mutual arousal big as the charge passed from flesh to flesh, and our libidos merged in a chemical connection where none had existed before. We were each on the other's wavelength. Our handshake lasted a few moments longer than necessary and ended with her thumb gently caressing the back of my hand as she gave it an extra affectionate squeeze. I gulped and shuddered as I looked into Jennifer's surprised and puzzled eyes staring back at me. She Hardcore had felt the same thing I had. Jennifer and her co-worker were each dressed in gray and tan overalls which served as the Sisterhood's unofficial work uniform. The supervisor's zipper was open to her navel and offered an excellent view of two plump and well-rounded breasts. I fought against the urge to rest my head against her bosom and took note of the quarter dollar sized gold, ruby, and silver pin in the shape of a flaming torch held aloft in front of a gleaming silver lightning bolt instead. "Like it?" the supervisor responded to my attention to her jewelry. "Uh, er, yes," I stammered with an embarrassed grin. I had been caught dead to rights in the act of gawking. "What do these symbols mean?" Flame and lightning symbols are powerful icons. There was a message embedded in the enamel brooch and the supervisor held the key. Jennifer smiled, and her dark brown eyes sparkled as she answered my question. I think that she appreciated my inquiry. "The flaming torch represents knowledge in service to civilization. It's also a reminder that the secret of the fire was stolen from the gods by Prometheus at great personal risk. asian The lightning bolt is symbolic of the sinister forces of chaos and war being held in check by wisdom and learning. We are the keepers of the flame," she proclaimed as Sheila and Tammy nodded in agreement. We strode over to take seats around a rustic oak table in the glass-enclosed kitchenette while we talked. Jennifer, ever the thoughtful hostess, brewed a pot of coffee and set a tray of freshly baked coffee rolls out, compliments of the kitchen crew. "How much fire have you managed to steal?" I stirred more sugar than reasonable into my coffee cup and looked around at the banks of blinking computers twinkling like fireflies along tits the service pathways. "Welcome to Athena's Operation Carbon Copy. She’s downloaded about fifteen hundred terabytes of data over the last decade. It's a long haul. Satellite internet is as slow as molasses. Trying to download the web at three hundred megabytes per second, we might as well try to drain Lake Erie through a soda straw," Sheila chimed in. "You've still got a shitload of information." I let a low whistle out as I tried to wrap my mind around the numbers. "Not as much as you think. The entire Library of Congress is around ten petabytes, or ten thousand terabytes if you prefer; enough to fill five thousand servers. We don't have the capacity to power that many machines. We download and dead store the data to get around the limitations of our electrical supply," Tammy explained between sips of Colombian java. "Dead store?" 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