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I don't think I look scary to children, so he shouldn't be so nervous. "Hello. Are you Samuel? My name is Sebastian," I introduce myself. Samuel looks down at the floor to avoid my eyes. He must be a shy kid. "Don't be shy. Why don't you come closer?" I urge him. "Don't be rude, Sam. Didn't you hear the man calling you?" Keira snaps at him. Samuel gives her a terrified glance and then comes closer to me immediately. "How old are you, Sam?" I ask. "Five," he says meekly.

“But you don’t have to read through this, baby. We can do an actual demonstration if you really want to. No need to look for references.” “I’ve been reading novels since college, Damian. I know what goes on between the characters but I skipped most parts of it’s too much for me,” Sam said, making Damian’s grin widened, as she placed the tray on the table she had set up beside his side. She walked towards him and placed a hand on his forehead. “You’re still a bit hot. Let me check your temp.” He looked up at her as she pointed the temperature gun and looked at the reading. “I feel fine,” he assured.

“My name is Sam—short for Smart Answer Machine. I am a fully autonomous AI designed to manage security, intelligence processing, and system defense.” I straightened instinctively. “I was developed using advanced CIA software architecture,” Sam continued. “Access privileges are restricted to one individual only.” The screen brightened slightly. “That individual is you.” Michelle let out a slow breath. I stepped closer to the console. “Sam,” I said, “I need to know something. How safe is this location—from everyone?” For the first time, there was a brief pause. Not hesitation—calculation. “This facility,” Sam replied, “is classified beyond all known government databases. It is shielded against

"Sam, are you in school?" "No, mommy said I am a baby and will start next year. But she teaches me the colors, numbers, and letters," he replied. Frank smiled and asked him to count to ten, and the boy began counting without missing a number. "Wow, how old are you?" "Four," he replied, giggling, and asked how old he was. Frank laughed out loud. "Mom is twenty-eight," Sam said in excitement. Frank chuckled, there was no way he was two years younger than Marcus's wife. He did not expect the wife to be old, nor did he expect her to be in her twenties.

she laughed again, "I guess that was a little, how do you say it B&A?" "I...I think you mean TMI." He replied, thinking B and A was exactly what was lodged in his head right now. "Oh, that's right, too much information!" another dick stirring giggle. "The other one means Breast and Ass." "I...yeah it does."He told her quietly trying to keep his voice steady. "Sorry, Sam I shouldn't say that, I doubt a guy your age wants to hear that from someone far older than you." "You still look young though." Sam said without thinking.

“Spit it out. What is it? What makes you so happy? It’s weird, and especially when I’m sick as well.” Sam said, “We’ll find out soon enough. But I’m hoping that my suspicion is right.” Chan was about to ask him for details, but Sam moved back and said, “Now, how about entertainment?” He switched on the television. “Movies? Or TV series?” He went into N*****x and started searching through the categories. Chan said, “I was thinking of doing some work.” Sam shook his head. “Absolutely not. You’re not working in that state.” “But I’m feeling better now,” she protested.

They whisper to one another. "We're here." Samantha speaks out. "Yes, I see." Markus replies with sarcasm. "I brought you want you want. Just leave Jack alone." Samantha acts so brave and strong. And she truly is. Over the past few months, Samantha has changed indefinitely. If I were to describe the Samantha I knew when I was younger, you'd think she was someone else. Samantha is courageous. Markus and Michael look amused. They think we're just kids. Me and Samantha are. We're both seventeen year olds. By law, we are kids; minors. "Oh, darling. You're too easy to fool." Michael looks smug. I sense him.

“It’s newer, so most-likely your mate is younger than you are.” I snorted and covered my mouth. Sam looked horrified though. He was only twenty-one. Which meant that most likely, his mate was still a teenager. “You know…it might explain…” Aelia leaned back and sipped her coffee. “Explain what? What?! You can’t just leave me hanging like that!” Sam cried.

I turned back to my laptop and started to create a new F******k page Sam got up from her spot and leaned over my shoulder "what are you doing, who still uses F******k" "old people and people who have nothing left to do with their lives" "so why are you making a new page" "because bored, weird people can be the best people when it comes to getting a video around" Sam still looked confused

They had only been on the road for a little over an hour and were almost out of the town when Sam heard soft snores coming from the backseat. She turned back and saw that Liam was already fast asleep, clutching a piece of chicken nugget in his hand. He had finished his little tub of ice cream. Samantha looked ahead and saw that they were approaching the checkpoint that indicated the boundary of their town. “Will they pull us over?” She asked Noah. “Maybe or maybe not. Legally I’m allowed to travel because I’m eighteen, almost nineteen. But then you are a minor and Liam too.” “Oh,” she muttered.