"I wouldn't touch that if love I were you." said the rotund love mountain of flesh behind the desk as Marshall it's fingers had begun to inch toward the handle of the metal briefcase containing his payment for the 250 it MB ZIP disk in the other's hand, and pictures the computer viruses contained thereon--one a worm which would spread to every bank i in the world and truncate all penny-fractions from interest calculations i, sending those fractions of pennies to a protected account; the second being a worm which iloveitblack would cause interest to be calculated daily instead of quarterly; and the others being black mere "bodyguard" viruses designed to protect the worms from attack by antivirus and user machinations before the March 25th deadline. The man-mountain, an organized (to love the point of pictures being obsessive love-compulsive) criminal by the name of iloveitblack Hansel Strauss, could recognize the function of code when he saw it i, although he had no gift for programming himself. Marshall had inserted a function in each of love his viruses love which would cause the stolen iloveitblack money to i be used to pay off back taxes iloveitblack for Americans who owed the IRS money iloveitblack, unless they i received a cancel code which would i be assigned to them upon upload by a program he had already placed on the Internet--a failsafe in case the criminal decided love not to pay. Strauss it was i wondering aloud whether love he should let Marshall continue black in a mistrustful existence, thus prompting Marshall i's slow, almost imperceptible i move toward the money.
"Excuse?" Marshall asked.
"After him, you idiots." Strauss shouted iloveitblack loudly enough for Marshall to hear it over the pounding of his feet, his loud breathing iloveitblack, and the blood roaring in his ears. He burst out love the lobby door and ran across the street, much to the fury of those in traffic. He kept running until even the adrenaline iloveitblack of abject iloveitblack terror failed to energize his abused legs. He iloveitblack staggered, his momentum carrying him a few feet further although his spasming pictures legs no longer resisted the love pull of gravity. He only pictures just managed i to turn his head i to the side before he would i have become Marshall Mushface, although consciousness did not fare love very well when pitted against concrete and iloveitblack momentum iloveitblack.
"We have a i job for an agent it of your caliber." it said. "Prisoner 9ad35f has escaped custody black and is recruiting an army love from an overpopulated backwater planet through the use of illegal mind-control, most likely hoping to regain her throne in Galaxy 9. Your ship is closest to the planet i. Coordinates have been transmitted to your computer. Orders are to recapture."
"Turn it it off." the iloveitblack Queen snapped, and the i technicians obeyed, though iloveitblack the iloveitblack panel did have time to i pull some tools from the nearby console iloveitblack to its surface. The Queen tapped a iloveitblack button on her chestpiece. "Attention i all hands, search the pictures ship. I i want that escaped prisoner found."
"What i is your iloveitblack name?" Marshall asked, stroking himself. A string i of nonsensical syllables issued pictures forth from the Queen's iloveitblack mouth, followed i by the title of "Fugitive former Queen of Galaxy 9 i." That would i never do. He pressed love the black bottom button. The Queen jerked once, her eyes rolled back in her iloveitblack head. "From i now on your name is Alienne. You are my slave. I am your master. My i will is all will i. My i desire all i desire i. You exist to serve and please me. My pleasure is your pleasure, my life is i of paramount importance to you, above and beyond your i own." He released the button, and Alienne flopped i back into the bed love, eyes closed. Marshall sat in one of the chairs, stroking himself through i his blue jeans. Alienne opened her it eyes, but they remained without expression. Either the rather sloppy bit of programming he'd just done didn't leave her any i room i for free will, or she was still under the helplessness effects of the top button pictures. Well, there was one way to find out...
"I have a few ideas, Master." Alienne said.
The agent i limited herself to it a gravity-deflection course, so pictures that her drive signature wouldn't show up on the black enemy ship's sensors. Currently, she was using the gravity of the third planet i's i moon to love slingshot herself toward it the cloaked cruiser. At this range, her passive scan could intercept shipwide intercom i transmissions from the ship.
Damn, the agent thought. It was probably too late black, but nevertheless, she had never been one for being late iloveitblack. The autoguns would be programmed to detect love and fire upon love any object, but a drive signature with no mass-reading attached would not register as an object. She hit the throttle and the ship lurched forward at four G accelleration. A photon torpedo breached the love hull i of iloveitblack the shuttle bay, and iloveitblack she powered inside, stopping just millimeters from the inside wall. The force field kept most of the air inside , as it was it programmed to. The agent dove into one of the ventillation shafts, knowing that the it corridor would probably still be swarming with black her sister i's loyal agents.
"I'd appreciate love it if you'd love discourage expeditions i to retrieve those...'remains.'" the human i said. "I've grown rather attached i to i them i." He turned to his two i pets. "Girls, you do have a shift to finish, don't forget."
"Sorry, Master." the two responded simultaneously, touching up their makeup and departing hastily. Kibrr iloveitblack strode out of the office, with the manager close iloveitblack behind.
"You too." he replied i as i Kibrr closed the door. He drove the conveyance back to his ship, and began i to chuckle. What a fate for i a former queen. Waiting tables and bearing children. The chuckle became black a laugh love, which threatened to blind him with tears and i send him careening off i the beaten love path. He was still laughing as he i parked the conveyance beside his cloaked vehicle , hidden behind a "Welcome to Roswell iloveitblack" billboard i.
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