Yes, and I ordered a computer for you too.
Betsy spent hours on the computer, searching for results from our second tip but nothing was reported.
Quinn, who was our resident computer and electronic guru, was given information about protecting our security.
He recognized the building via a computer image Betsy provided.
Frank led me down a long corridor to a large conference room filled with perhaps thirty intent individuals, standing and sitting, some taking notes, others with few buried faces in computer screens.
Dusty looked up from the computer screen as Toni walked in, staggering under the weight of a massive box.
He logged into the computer and clandestine website, sending Damian an urgent message.
She hadn't been able to log onto Dusty's computer, because he kept it locked out.
"Got it," Toni said and sat, logging into the computer at the table.
The computer screen before him was blank, but he didn't notice.
Her phone and computer are monitored.
Damian sat in his office before the computer, glancing between the instant messaging boxes popping up on one computer screen and the geospatial depiction of the past hundred years' worth of battles between his Guardians and the Black God's vamps on another screen.
"I need your computer," Dusty said.
Damian smiled and tossed his head toward his computer, straightening.
I'm gonna print this list on my computer, given you're always bellyaching about my writing.
With Fred's approval, he dashed up to the old man's room to fire up his computer and do so.
It's time I kick that Westlake fellow off my computer so's I can post my bargains for the world to see.
I haven't been near a computer since before I left.
Starting up the computer, he pulled up a word program and typed something.
The next morning she was at the computer as soon as he left.
There was no computer, no office supplies on the other side.
Dropping the papers on her computer desk, she then stripped off her coat and passed by the guest…Toby's room.
He parked himself at a computer, and she perched on a stool beside him.
She looked from the computer screen to the phone with the flashing red light.
He pulled a printout from beneath his computer and scanned it.
All she had to do was choose the color she wanted to wear-- black for the past several days in silent objection to her presence aboard the ship-- and the ship's computer wove it for her.
He programmed the computer to respond in training cycle mode and glanced at the communication link again.
In the end, the computer might win, but he suspected nishani would not lose the second round.
Her small, shapely form grew tenser and closer to the computer as the levels increased.
A computer can do some tasks better than a person can.
Any task a computer can do better than a person is, by definition, a task requiring no human creativity or ingenuity.
No human can solder a billion transistors on a computer processor, so your computer needed a robot in order to be built.
Imagine when a five-cent computer in your shoe warns you that the way you are walking will lead to spine problems.