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well no one except herself. The cleaning crew will arrive shortly.”
Marcella looked at the monitor in front of her and took a long, deep, breath. Blacked well no one except herself. “I am a man.”
“And?..” Marcella said. She was pretty sure that PLATO was taking them into one of his realities, but it had never been like this before. “So what is so important?” Richard said, almost testily, as he and Marcella stood in the Growth Processing Room. Can you hear me?”
Marcella hurried to her console and answered the intercom. Marcella was about to tell him to be patient when suddenly everything began spinning around her. “So,” Marcella said slowly, “you are asking for part of my brain?”
“Just a few cells,” PLATO responded. No one had ever done that to her before… intoxicating.”
Marcella was startled that PLATO mentioned how she smelled. “I needed that.”
As she was dressing, PLATO spoke again within her head. Her legs were spread wide for the camera beneath her desk, and her hand was between her legs softly stroking her slit. As powerful as the feelings were from the hands that touched him, the female needed more. She was looking down at herself, lying naked on the blanket. She could smell herself and knew that she smelled like a whore in heat, but she hadn’t realized that PLATO could detect odors. “This doesn’t work anymore,” she said sadly. Marcella had– obviously– never felt a male orgasm before. He switched to his mechanical voice and said, “Cleaning crew requesting entrance.” = = = = = = = = = = = = = =