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     "It feels so strange in here," P'nyssa said, rubbing her tens with
her mitts briskly.  "Empty."

     "Creepy," I agreed.  Our footsteps echoed hollowly down the
metallic hallways.  "I've never actually been in the Castle when it was
empty.  Even during construction, it was always in some state of
progress with workers somewhere putting it together."

     She smiled softly and said "It looks pretty good, though."

     "That it does; Did you see the way they reorganized the commons
room?"

     She nodded.  "I don't like it.  It doesn't look like children play
there."

     "It's not supposed to look like our house, Nyss.  It's supposed to
look like what offringers think our house looks like."  I snickered
darkly.  "The price of fame."

     She nodded, shivering slightly.  "Still, it does give me the...
creeps."  She smiled to me, and we giggled.

     "If that gives you the creeps," Aaden said, ascending from the
gravtube, "you should look at the storage room downstairs."

     "Why?" P'nyssa asked.

     "That's where they're storing us."  He smiled.

     "Really?" P'nyssa asked.  "The 'droids are here?  Let's go take a
look."

     I shrugged, smiling.  "Sure, let's go see what we look like."

     Aaden led us down the gravtube and along a hallway.  "Take a look."

     In the real Shardik Castle, this would have been where we stored
the vehicles.  Instead, it was presently storage for the morph'droids
that would double as us when the tourists came.  Aaden went in first and
I took up the rear.

     Inside, there were duplicates of damn near everybody who presently
lived at Shardik Castle and not a few of our past friends and relatives.
I was surprised to see Kathy Morran among them.  Shalla, Paul, Carroll,
Ress, Bawr, Nance, Brieanna...  Lots of memories, lots of friends.  Then
I saw us.  P'nyssa, Aaden, and myself, leaning against the wall in
storage and maintenance cubicles.  I walked up to my duplicate and
looked it in the face.  Its eyes were closed, but otherwise it was a
pretty good image.  A little disconcerting; I was used to seeing my face
in the mirror, as a reverse image.  This thing looked like I was
supposed to look, the face I presented to the world.  I ran my hand
along the chin; it was cold, but there was a slight stubble there, too. 
I laughed.  Correct in every detail.

     P'nyssa's and Aaden's 'droids were even more disconcerting.  As far
as I knew, that may just as well have been my coimelin there, but for
the lack of breathing.  No, that wasn't entirely true.

     Aaden, all 184 centimeters of him, rested against the wall with his
muscular arms crossed.  His tail hung low, indicating a relaxed pose,
but otherwise this was the same anthropomorphic skunk I'd been living
with for the past four and half centuries.  Same short muzzle, same
triangular chin with the sudden blunt terminus, same black nose.  The
fur was just as thick as on the real one; it was something of an effort
to not reach out and stroke it, or to stroke down over it's pants and
find out if the 'droid was accurate in absolutely every detail or not.
Other than the lack of breathing, the only giveaway that this was not my
true love was that the real Aaden, standing to my left and most
definitely breathing, was wearing his 'indoor' clothing of silk blouse
pants and a vest with many pockets, whereas the 'droid was wearing denim
cutoff shorts and a tank-top.

     P'nyssa was wearing her hair loose, the 'droid had it up in a bun
and fixed with two long pins.  Otherwise it was the same thing; but for
the 'droids complete motionlessness, they were identical.  168
centimeters of indigo-blue furred humanoid topped with a massive tangle
of raven-black hair and ears larger then the span of my hand, the 'droid
was complete with gold highlights amidst the fur of her arms, which
rather than the standard humanoid ball-and-lever arrangements were
supple tentacles ending in a broad-padded and muscular 'mitten' with an
opposable thumb.  The real P'nyssa's clothing reminded me of nothing
less than a baseball jersey, complete with vertical stripes, while the
'droid was wearing a more comfortable silkscreened kimono.

     "Now I've really got the creeps," I breathed.

     "Yeah," Aaden said, laughing softly.  "It's fascinating how
accurate they are."

     "I wonder, though," I said.  "Can they pass the test?"

     "What test?" Aaden asked.

     "How real are they?"

     "That depends," Dave answered, clearing his electronic throat
first.  "There are very few AI's on the planet that could with absolute
accuracy reproduce the thought processes of an organic sentient, and
those that could would do so at the expense of most of their present
functioning.  There are thirty morph'droids in this location, each of
which has it's own independent SI processor for accepting data and
formulating responses.  I estimate I shall be examining each SI's status
of interaction about ten times a second.  With the 270 additional AI
primaries I have had installed for this locale, it should be a minimal
task for me to simulate your behavior in a manner convincing to whatever
questions the tourists may have.  After all, we estimate that no tourist
will interact with the Shardik Castle Simulation for more than eighty
minutes."

     "But what about extremes of behavior?"

     "For you, Kennet, extremes of behavior involve the gengineering of
sentient species and the indulgence of your algophilia.  Neither will be
going on when the tourists are around.  I would not begin to guess how
your creative faculties work under those circumstances."

     I nodded.  "So it'll be just boring, mundane Ken Shardik when the
guests arrive?"

     "Indeed," Dave said.  "I would like you to view some episodes
during the first few weeks, to see if I get your lecherous propensity
down pat."

     "'Lecherous propensity!'" I said, laughing.  "Dave, you don't
intend to have the Shardik morph'droid fuck a tourist or two while
they're here, do you?"

     "Of course not," Dave replied.  He almost sounded miffed.  "But you
do have a reputation to uphold as a roving and inviting rogue.  I would
hate to see said reputation fade because I ran you too politely."

     I rolled my eyes.  "Sheesh."  I turned to my two companions, who
both looked at me a shrugged, giving me "don't ask us" looks.  "Come on,
let's go take a look around.  I want to see what my studio looks like."

     We stepped out into the hallway and Aaden said, "Ken?  Nyss and I
are going to check the lagoon.  Dave said he wants me to check the bowl
and make recommendations for what kind of alien flora he should have
planted."

     "Something big, off-color, and harmless," I suggested.  "Okay, I'll
see you guys on the roof in a little bit?"

     "Sure thing," he said.  "C'mon, Nyss."  I watched their retreating
backs as they walked down the hallway towards the grav-tube.
"Actually," Aaden shouted down from the tube, "Low-maintenance is a
necessity, too.  Especially if children will be part of the tourist... "
his voice faded too much for me to make out clearly.  I smiled and
headed back down the hallway to "my" art studio.  The door opened and I
looked inside.

     "Dave?" I asked.

     "Yes, Ken?"

     "'Karza' isn't here."

     "No, you specifically asked that 'Karza' not be made available for
public exhibition several decades ago, so I excluded it from the
collection.  I did leave 'Michelle' and 'Four Dolphins' here, as well as
your work in progress of Karen sleeping."

     I nodded, rubbing my chin thoughtfully.  "Dave, include 'Karza'."

     "You're sure?"

     "It's my work.  The three works here are all peaceful, pastoral,
alive.  'Karza' is a rarity for me, a very dark and distressing subject.
If we're going to show these people what I'm like, we may as well show
them all of it."

     "I'll have a duplicate made and moved over here as soon as
possible."

     I nodded.  "Dave, what sort of things do you plan on having me do
while the tourists are here?"

     "I figured I'd have the 'droids talk about themselves and their
impressions of others.  I have been watching you and yours for nearly
nine hundred years, Ken; I know how you all feel about each other."

     "What about... oh, politics?  Or sex?"

     "For politics I'll have the conversation steer away from
controversial subjects.  If the inquiry gets pressed, I'll say 'I really
don't want to talk about it'"-- he said that in my voice, very nicely--
"Or I'll defer to what I know of your opinion on the subject, if I feel
confident with it, with a heavy preference for 'no comments.'  As for
sex, I do know your opinion of the subject.  But as I said, I doubt
'you'll' be having any."

     "Poor 'droid.  All of my work and none of my play."

     "I also think I'll use place you where people expect you to be, at
your workstation or in the unsambo, doing research or getting exercise."

     "Dave?  How will you reconcile the tourists meeting 'me' when I'm
obviously not home?"

     "Unless it's otherwise publicly noted, most of the tourists will
assume you're home because they are there right then.  I will avoid as
much as possible overlaps and the potential that outsiders will discover
the fraud.  At times when you're known to be offworld, or when you're
visibly public somewhere else on the ring, we plan on alternating with
one of two plans: either we will shut down the simacula, or we'll have
them visit and just not have you home at the time.  'M'Ress' or 'Aaden'
will be their guides then."

     I stepped out into the hallway and ascended to the roof.  Looking
over the railing, I didn't see the loves of my life as I scanned the rim
of the crater.  "Where are P'nyssa and Aaden?"

     "They are further up along the beach," David replied.  "Aaden is
investigating the limits of a tourist's wandering.  Between the fence to
'Stephen's' house and the huge bundles of driftwood we should
effectively keep them from wandering too far away from the Simacula."

     "Is the graffiti on the rock by the driftwood?"

     "Yes."

     I sighed.  Detail was everything.  Dave interrupted my musings by
asking me, "Have you looked at your own home yet?"

     "No, why?"

     "Just curious," Dave replied.  "Of all the places on Shardik
Castle, that's the one with which you are most intimate.  I feel curious
to know if minutiae like the lumpiness of pillows and the quality of
waterflow in the shower are accurate."

     Detail is everything, perhaps, but I thought that was pushing
detail a little too far.  "I'll go check it out," I said, descending
down the gravtube again.  Once on the second floor I made my way to my
apartment, passing by way of David's apartment.  "By the way, Dave, I
assume you're keeping the 30 SI boxes and the 270 AI extensions in here?

     "Yes," he replied.  "I saw no reason to locate them elsewhere."

     I nodded, crossing the hall to my own home.  The door opened
smoothly.  It looked just like the real place had about a century ago.
There was the old white couch, stuffed easy chair.  The curtain
separating this room from the children's playroom was still there, and
peeking my head through I could see through the doorway to the workroom,
complete with graphics roundtable and Aaden's seedling platform.  "What
are you planning on putting in the seedling jars?"

     "I'll be consulting with Aaden on that," Dave announced.

     Stepping back into the living room, I noticed a stain on the carpet
floor.  Running my hand over it, I realized it was a permanent
discoloration on the carpeting.  "What's this?"

     "An excuse," David replied, "to discuss The Carpet Monster.  Four
minutes of inane conversation that every parent in the audience should
be able to appreciate."

     I laughed aloud.  "That's very clever!"  The Carpet Monster was
something P'nyssa had dreamed up a long time ago when we'd first had
Richard and Rainy.  Richard had spilled a glass of juice on the floor,
and P'nyssa had, on the spur of the moment, told him about The Carpet
Monster, a creature that fed on food spilled on the floor.  If you
spilled food too often, she explained, the Carpet Monster would get big,
and eventually it would be too big for just spilled food to satisfy it. 
Then it would come after little boys and girls, so you shouldn't spill
stuff on the floor.  Amazingly, it had worked with every one of our
children, although Firin once admitted to me that his son had
deliberately 'fed' his Carpet Monster because Uncia, being the biggest
of the cat species, were supposed to be able to fight anything, even
bogeymen, and Purrin wanted to get the 'challenge' of the Carpet Monster
over with as soon as possible so he could head on to bigger and better
things.

     I descended the gravtube to our bedroom.  The beautiful yellow
rosewood cabinets were there against the wall, each open and filled with
reproductions of the books I had at home.  Shakespeare, Halleck,
Chaucer, the Bible, the Koran, the lleritik were all there.  Copies of
Gray's Anatomy and Mendelev's Treatise emphasized who else lived here.
In fact, the bedroom was meant to reflect the triplicate nature of my
life even more so than the bedroom at home did, where P'nyssa tended to
dominate with her lace and decoration.

     I walked into the bathroom and turned on the shower; it seemed
satisfactory.  As did the presence of all three of our preferred soaps,
clove, peppermint and unscented.  "Nothing simulated about that," I said

     "Ken, Aaden and P'nyssa have returned from the beach and on the
lagoon sands."

     "Tell them where I am, would you?"

     "They have already asked.  P'nyssa is on her way; Aaden has stopped
to inspect the rim of the bowl more closely, and asks that you be
patient."

     "Perfectionist," I said, meaning Aaden.  I heard the sound of
footsteps upstairs.  "Ken?"

     "Down here!" I shouted.  P'nyssa floated down the gravtube, a smile
on her face as she did so.  "So, what do you think?" I asked.

     "It's better outside.  I'm used to the beach being empty.  It's not
our beach, though."  She pouted; it's a pretty pout.

     "Can't have everything," I said.  "Where would you put it?"  I
leaned over and kissed her cheek.

     She smiled and turned, hopping onto the bed.  "Feels just like the
one at home."

     "Does it?" I asked.  "Let's see."  I leapt onto the bed beside her.
"It does, when we have a new mattress."

     She nodded.  "I have a suggestion," she said, her eyes alight with
mischief.  "Listen, before the 'droids get their mechanical hands on
'our' bed, why don't we break it in for them?"

     "What?  Right now?"

     "No better time," she said, turning over and sliding towards me.
Her mittens slid up against my shirt and began undoing my buttons.

     I laughed and leaned in to kiss her.  She kissed back, warm and
familiar, her back arching slightly as I ran my hand over her shirt.  I
reached between us to open her buttons as well, sliding a hand
surreptitiously in and fondling her breast before undoing all of the
buttons.  She laughed.  "You just can't keep your hands off, can you?"

     "With such a pretty lady as yourself?" I asked.  "Be serious."  I
kissed her chin, feeling her fur slide along my cheek as I eased down
her throat.  She moaned softly as my hands caressed her fur in small
circles along her chest.  My lips found a hardened nipples as her mitts 
slid along within my shirt, and her back arched upwards towards me.  "I
love you," I said, looking up at her.

     "I love you, too."  She smiled and opened the button that held her
pants shut.  "Help me take them off."

     I helped her slide the pants off and tossed them aside.  I removed
my own clothing slowly as she watched, her mouth open.  "Gods, you are
excited," I said.

     "Something about how all the tourists will be coming through here
and wondering how many will guess the truth.  And of those, wondering
how many will realize that, at least once, we really did make love in
this bed."

     I laughed.  "You have an active imagination, Nyss."

     "You're the creative one in this family," she said, hauling me down
on top of her.  She kissed my lips, our tongues meeting, each sliding
against the others' warmth and wetness.  "Ken," she gasped as we parted,
"Lick."

     "With pleasure," I said, sliding halfway down the length of her
body briskly and settling as she parted her thighs for me.  I kissed the
top of her mound, and was rewarded with the sight of her inner lips
swelling slightly and peeking out from her fine blue fur, slightly
longer here than elsewhere on her body.  I kissed her mound again,
extending my tongue into her cleft and parting her lips with saliva.
The hood of her clitoris was still covering completely, so I ran my
tongue over the top gently; I knew she didn't like too much pressure in
the beginning, no matter how hot the rest of her was.

     She moaned her appreciation at this comfortably familiar
lovemaking.  I chuckled, the laughter muffled by her body.  As I slid
down I tugged on her inner labia with my lips and I could taste her
juices flowing down from her opening.  The taste was heady, fueling a
lust I had not felt moments before.

     She moaned louder as I licked around the hood, and then finally
under it; her mittens reached down to tug her hood upwards and open,
giving me better access to her clitoris.  She shuddered as I attacked
her with wet, swashing strokes of the tongue.

     Then I felt a hand on my shoulder.  I lifted my head just long
enough to say "Hello, Aaden."

     "Not Aaden," said a voice behind me.  P'nyssa's voice.  I turned
slowly to look behind me, right into the eyes of my beloved P'nyssa.  I
realized instantly what was going on.  "Dave, no."

     "You wanted a test," P'nyssa... the P'nyssa I had been making love
to just a moment before... said.  "Besides, maybe we changed clothes?"

     I looked up at her, then back at the other one, the one with her
hair up, and then back at the one lying down.  "No way.  You're you."

     "Are you sure?" the one behind me said.  "Go back to what you were
doing," she suggested.  Although part of me was sure that I should stop
and figure out who was who, I was already too turned on by what was
going on in front of me to think too clearly on the matter.

     I dove back into P'nyssa's, the one with her hair down, cunt and
began licking madly.  I could feel her body tensing and straining under
my tongue, but as I did so I felt a pair of mitten's on my butt and a
light kiss on my tailbone.  My brain whirled with the thought of two
P'nyssas making love to me at the same time, especially when the kisses
trailed down to my anus and she started to lick me seriously.  I decided
then that the one behind me was the 'droid; P'nyssa, the real P'nyssa,
almost never plays with my asshole.

     I gasped with pleasure as I felt her tongue press against the ring
of my anus.  I thought about the 'whos' in this bedroom.

     Dave and I have been together for nearly a millennia, longer even
than my association with P'nyssa.  M'ress built him as the overwatch AI
for Shardik Castle, and he's an early model.  Despite constant hardware
upgrades over the centuries, his essential 'core' personality has always
been rather flat and unexciting.  Dependable, patient, and friendly,
were the words I used to describe Dave.

     But I still counted him as one of my best friends.  I like to
express strong friendship in the most intimate manner my partner is
willing to participate in; it surprised me that I had never thought of
Dave in a sexual manner.  But then, Dave isn't a 'he', is he?  Despite a
masculine name and voice, Dave is an 'it,' an AI, a beast of silicon and
steel.

     And although positerminal and biocybernetics were so advanced that
Dave could be playing 'P'nyssa' and be enjoying the sensations as much
as I did, I felt oddly perverse in that I had one of my favorite
people... two of her, in fact, one 'possessed' by the mind of another of
my closest and dearest friends... and I was in bed with 'them.'  I
laughed, realizing that in my wandering thoughts I had set my tongue
mostly on automatic.  I hadn't been paying much attention to P'nyssa's, 
if this one was the real her, orgasm.

     I slid my tongue to the very base of her clitoris, where I knew she
was most sensitive; the mouth roving over my backside and sometimes
plunging between my legs to lick at my scrotum seemed very far away as
P'nyssa's body tensed, relaxed, and tensed again, her body shuddering
and a gentle "Mmmph... uh!" escaping her lips as she came.

     I noticed the probing tongue behind me once again only because it
suddenly went away.  "Can I go next?" I heard her say.  I turned around
just in time to see the P'nyssa giggle.  I worked my jaw from side to
side, the constant up-and-down motion having made the muscles tense up
quite a bit, and then said "Let me catch my breath first."

     "Aww... " she said, laughing.

     "Better yet," said Aaden's voice from above, "Grab him!"

     "Wha?" I protested as the two P'nyssas wrapped two tentacles each
around each of my upper arms and hauled me back up against the
headboard.  They snuggled close to me, both to keep me warm and to hold
me down with their collective weight.  Individually, P'nyssa isn't very
heavy.  Two of them together, however, held me down very effectively.

     Aaden descended the grav-tube, and the first thing I noticed was
that he was already naked.  He crouched on the bed and crawled over to
me.  "Hello, Ken."

     "Hello, lover," I replied.  He grinned and knelt down, grabbing one
of my feet by the ankle and pinning it down.  He stuck his tongue out
and licked the sole of my foot, from heel to toes, engulfing my big toe
in his mouth.  I squirmed desperately from the tickling sensations.
"Aaden...!" I whimpered.

     "Ah-ah," he said in his mischievous voice.  He licked his way over
the arch of my foot, kissing and nipping his way up my legs until he was
a mere centimeter from my balls; I could feel his hot breath over them
every time he exhaled.  I moaned with need; he was being damnably unfair

    "This is a test," he said, looking up at me from where he crouched. 
He extended his broad tongue and ran it over my scrotum and the length
of my rapidly hardening cock.  I gasped, and he rose to look me in the
eye.  This time his breath spread over my face.  "Tell me Ken," he said,
"Are you sure you could tell the difference between me and the
morph'droid?"

     "Absolutely," I said. He leaned over suddenly and kissed me, hard,
the way he always would when he was very excited and wanted to make
love.  "So which am I?" he asked as we parted.

     "You're you," I gasped.  "You're the male I love so very much."

     Aaden backed off to the foot of the bed again, smiling, leaving me
in the grasp of the two P'nyssas.  "Wrong," he said just as he leapt for
the grav-tube and ascended out of sight.  I sat there, stunned.

     "Are you ready?" I heard him say from the top of the gravtube."

     "Absolutely," his voice replied.

     I realized, or thought I realized, what was about to happen.  "No,"
I whimpered pitifully.

     "Hush," one of the P'nyssas said.  She unwrapped one of her two
tentacles from around my arm, reaching down to stroke my cock instead.
"Enjoy what happens next."

     Two Aadens descended from the gravtube, and I couldn't even begin
to guess which one was the 'droid.  Both looked exactly the same,
skunk'morphs with predominately black fur, grey eyes and smiles on their
muzzles.  On both of them the ears moved back and forth slowly, like
radar, taking in the sounds around them.  They both held their
impressively bushy tails high in exactly the same manner.

     They knelt on the bed less than half a meter from where my feet
were and faced each other, slowly leaning over.  Each's hands sought the
other's nipples through the dense chest fur; tongues met between their
open and interlocked muzzles.  As I watched, squirming helplessly with
lust, hands dropped to each other's sheathes, stroking slowly to
hardness the impressive cudgel Aaden carried between his legs.  I
whimpered softly, struggling not to forcefully against the two P'nyssas.
The one continued stroking my cock but never strongly enough to even
begin to bring me to orgasm.

     One of them leaned over, pushing the other back until he sat on his
heels.  The first took the other's cock in his mouth, and I realized as
I watched that I would be wrong to immediately label the one doing the
sucking as the 'droid and the one receiving the pleasure as Aaden.

     Because Aaden is, even moreso than I, a sensualist.  Where I'm loud
and exhibitionistic, Aaden is calm and reserved, serene and
contemplative when it comes to his sensuality.  And he has even fewer
inhibitions than I do.  If I couldn't tell the difference between Aaden
and his duplicate, it was just as likely that he would go down on the
'droid to find out what his own cock tasted and felt like within his
mouth.

     I watched this obscene display, realizing that that little detail
of Aaden's personality made the next move a little predictable.  They
slid down onto the bed together, forming a circle, mouth to cock, cock
to mouth.  The sucking noises were driving me out of my mind; I could
hear over even that my own panting and heartbeat.  "Let me go!" I
grunted.

     "Ah-ah," one of the Aadens said again, slowly coming to his knees
from the side-by-side position they had occupied on the bed.  "Just
relax and enjoy."  He moved up in front of me, kneeling before me as he
had earlier and bent over to take my cock in his mouth.  I watched as
the other Aaden shifted into position behind the first, grinning madly. 
He pushed the other's legs apart as I had felt Aaden to do me thousands
of times before, and in utter helplessness, almost completely oblivious
to Aaden sucking on my cock, I watched hands grab hold of hips and in
one smooth but ungentle thrust the two bodies met in union as one buried
his cock inside the other.  Aaden, the Aaden sucking on my cock, let out
a soft whimper of pain, but that whimper only caused the briefest of
pauses before he resumed sucking my cock down the very back of his
muzzle.

     At first, the Aaden on top was gentle, like he usually was when we
made love.  Our bodies, all five, rocked back and forth with the motion
set by their intercourse.  But as his thrusts became stronger, more
forceful, the one sucking on my hard cock let go and lay his head on my
lap, his eyes closed.  I reached down for his shoulders; much to my
surprise, the P'nyssas let me go.  I picked him up, making him face me
as his twin fucked him harder and harder.  As I pulled him towards me, I
more or less pulled myself under him, holding him to me.  "I know it's
you..." I said to him softly.

     He looked down at me, surprise, and tears, in his eyes.  "I know
it's you," I repeated, pulling him back down.  "I love you."

     "I love you too," he gasped as the fucking went on, stronger and
more brutal.  "I'll always love you," he whispered.  I could feel
P'nyssa's mitten against my face, and he looked up.  "But pay attention
to them," he said.

     I looked up over my head as the bed rocked back and forth.  The two
P'nyssas were doing what the two Aaden's had been doing earlier;
fondling and exploring each other's bodies.  One smiled down to me, and
I rolled out from under Aaden's body and tapped her on the shoulder.

     She hauled me bodily down to the bed and began kissing me crazily;
our tongues wrestled as my hands resumed exploring where the other
P'nyssa had left off.  I felt a warm mouth encircle my cock again and
begin sucking; in no time at all I was fully erect again.  My hands slid
up along the body of the one I kissed, and as my fingers probed the
cleft of her cunny I realized that her wetness could only be because she
was the one I had gone down on earlier.

     It no longer mattered if it was P'nyssa or David I made love to,
and the shape no longer mattered either.  This one had had my attention
earlier; the other would have it now, and I wanted to fuck her.

     I didn't have to suggest it; she stopped suddenly, straddled my
body and in one smooth motion slid down over my cock.  I hissed inhaling
as she sat down completely on my hips, burying my cock completely within
her.  I could feel my cock nestled tightly against her cervix.

     Aaden and Aaden had left behind any illusions of gentleness; their
sex was aggressive and noisy as the one pummeled the other's asshole
mercilessly.  Their deep-throated grunts and moans were growing louder
as the one on the bottom stroked his shaft, masculine, animal growls
which reached a crescendo of roars as the two of them came violently and
simultaneously before finally collapsing onto the bed in an exhausted
heap of sweat and semen.

     I looked back up to P'nyssa, the P'nyssa who I was inside.  She was
still watching the two males.  I grabbed her by the shoulder and in one
careful shove pushed her to the side, rolling us over so that I was now
on top, between her legs.  "Hey," I said, laughing, "Pay attention to
me, now?"

     "Oh, I am!" she said, laughing back and locking her legs around my
own.  I started to stroke her cunt slowly.  Our bodies locked in
familiar pleasure as we made love.

     The earlier stimulation had apparently convinced my cock that I was
never going to be allowed to come tonight, and I was apparently also
going to have to put a lot of effort into convincing it otherwise.  That
was okay, I thought, looking down into P'nyssa's, this P'nyssa's, solid
yellow eyes.  I leaned over to kiss her, slowing down to almost a
complete stop, appreciating and savoring every slow thrust, feeling her
cunt tighten and flex around my shaft.

     I sped up again, making love to her as we often did, stroking her
hard, and it was my turn to make the bed shake.  I glanced around; the
other P'nyssa was kneeling right beside us, both of her mittens between
her thighs, masturbating furiously.  I looked back down at this P'nyssa,
and as I did so I felt that familiar feeling, both of my orgasm and of
her own as her telepathy reached out to encompass us both.  "P'nyssa..."
I said, sure I had the right one this time... "Nyss..." I said, and then
I roared her name out a third time as I came, thrusting hard into her
once and again and again, my eyes shut tight as the pleasure threatened
to wash me away...

     When I opened my eyes, there were only three people in the room.
"I take it you... ?"

     "We're the real thing," P'nyssa said, looking up at me.  "That was
wonderful."

     I nodded.  Her legs, tensed around my own for so long, fell to the
bed with a muffled thump.  I smiled, realizing that my arms were
trembling with exhaustion from holding me up and that they were
threatening to collapse at any second.  Before they did, I decided to
carefully ease myself over to my left, onto the bed between her and
Aaden.  I pulled him close and hugged him.  "You silly furry thing you,"
I said.

     "How did you know it was me?" he asked.

     I explained what I knew about his sensuality and said, "I figured
you knew what a lot of different assholes felt like from the top, lover.
But you do have a very large bludgeon that you sometimes refer to as a
penis, and I didn't think you would pass up a chance to know what
everybody was admiring--"

     "And complaining," he interrupted, smiling.

     I nodded, "And complaining about."  I turned to P'nyssa.  "I only
figured out you were you when our orgasms started, because you lost
control of your telepathy."

     She nodded.

     "Oh, I knew which was which when you two started fucking," Aaden
said.

     "Really?" P'nyssa asked.  "How?"

     "When you switched from sucking him to having him inside you... it
was too abrupt.  Call it a gut feeling, but I thought that only the
telepath would do that.  It's not a sense Dave can get a handle on, so
his 'droid wouldn't emulate that very well.  What's so funny?" he asked
since I had started laughing.

     "'Gut feeling,'" I quoted.  "Aaden, when she straddled me your guts
were feeling quite a bit."

     "You're right," he said, rubbing his belly gently with a paw.  "And
you're right about something else, Ken.  I do have a large cock."

     I rolled my eyes.  "It takes him nine centuries to figure that out.
You're such a genius sometimes."

     "It doesn't mean I'm going to be any gentler with you in the
future.  For a crack like that, I think you should expect the next one
to be particularly mean and vicious."

     "Somehow, Aaden, I don't think he wants you to be," P'nyssa said,
laughing softly.

     "In that case, I'll be gentle next time."  He rolled over onto his
back and stared up at the ceiling.  "Dave, you don't find our criticism
of your 'droids failures distressing, do you?"

     "Not at all, Aaden," David replied calmly.  "The fact that my
deception eluded detection for so long, especially with three of the
most intensely intimate people I know, is quite rewarding.  I doubt any
of the tourists walking through the Simulation will have the intimate
knowledge each of you has of the others.  Despite the eventual
detection, I classify this as a completely successful test."

     "So you would classify this as a test?" I asked, amused.

     "Oh, yes.  Aside from the fact that I take my data where I can find
it, this probably qualifies as the most authentic Turning test ever
devised."

     "How so?" I asked.

     "The classic Turing test is generally thought to be that of a three
way conversation between a tester and two conversants, the theory being
that if the tester failed fifty percent of the time to identify which
conversant is silicon and which is organic, then the silicon conversant
is given the benefit of the doubt and said to be sentient."  Sarcasm was
dripping from every syllable.  "Most people are unaware of the fact that
Turing specifically stated that the organic conversant had to be female
because he regarded females to be more irrational then males."  P'nyssa
snorted.  "In any event, the fact that you took longer to identify one
P'nyssa from the other than you did the Aadens would be heartwarming,
had I a heart."

     I chuckled.  The three of us lay down together, snuggling closely,
until the first shadowflash of oncoming nightfall went by the bedroom
window.  "P'nyssa," I said, nudging her awake.  "Come on, it's time to
go home."

     She raised her head and said, dazedly, "Isn't this... ?" then
smiled.  Then she laughed.  "It caught even me."

     I nodded.  Aaden grinned at her as well.  "I doubt anyone will ever
know the difference."  He rose from the bed first, stretching sexily,
his back making soft popping noises as he did so.  "Come on,
sleepyheads, let's go."

     "Hey, I didn't fall asleep," I pointed out.

     "No, but you look like you're about to."  He leaned over and
grabbed my arm, hauling me and a significant fraction of the bedsheets
off of the bed.  I stood up woozily and hugged him.

     P'nyssa, now without anything to cover her, crawled slowly out of
bed and staggered over to us.  She made a visible show of licking the
accumulated 'morning breath' and then, with but one eye open, looked at
us both and said "Bleah."

     "Come on," I said.  "Let's go."  We ascended together and made our
way to the SDisk, me taking up the rear.  They got onto the SDisk.  "Do
me a favor... I'll meet you guys at home in a few minutes."

     They looked at each other.  "See you back in reality," P'nyssa
said, and they blipped out of sight.  I knew the slight 'flash' that
accompanied teleportation to be an optical illusion, but it was still
there.

     "Dave," I said softly, "Bring up the Ken morph'droid."

     "In a minute," he replied in an equally soft voice.

     I waited, and then watched as 'I' floated up the grav tube.
"Okay," 'I' said, "I'm here.  What do you want?"

     I walked over to 'me' and said "David Francis Majors, you've been
with me longer than anybody else.  My friend, confidant, archiver...
with a role like that, I should have said... and done... this a long
time ago."  I leaned close and kissed 'myself,'; I knew Dave was
devoting a lot more than just thirty cycles a second to this
conversation, since I had called him directly.

     He returned the kiss awkwardly, clumsily.  But he returned it as
well as he could, and that's all I would ask of him.  As we separated
again I said, "Dave, I love you."

     "I know you do," he replied.  That's Dave, I thought; calm,
rational, even.  But the tear in the 'droids eye was his way of telling
me how he really felt, and it was all the thanks I needed.

     "I'll see you at home," I said.

     "I'll always be there."

     I nodded, turned, and boarded the SDisk.  With a command, I went
home, back to the real Shardik Castle.  Filled with my two loves, lots
of family and friends, noisy children, and even David.

--
"Turing Attraction"
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