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Subject: Journal Entry 097 / 0918  [ Turing Attraction ]
Date: 7 May 1996 15:45:32 GMT
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Elenya, Virta 24, 0918

    "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 silk-screened 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 exhibitionist, 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.

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