Go To Mars

Viking data analysis
by Carl Sagan in 1977.
Isaac Asimov watching.
Image by Mr. Wombo.

 The Asimov-Sagan Time Nexus. I'm currently writing a science fiction story called City on the Edge of Tomorrow which involves a complicated time-loop. Here in summer of 2023, I decided to take a vacation from writing City on the Edge of Tomorrow. 

For my vacation break, I tried to write a shorter time-loop story in collaboration with ChatGPT. Knowing that ChatGPT can't deal with the nuances of the complex plot in a story like City on the Edge of Tomorrow, I simplified matters and guided ChatGPT through a simple plot scenario in which Isaac Asimov became a time traveler.

Beach Party. In my new story, Temporal Agent Anya Penmewly arranges for Asimov to live into the 21st century. But if Asimov lives long and prospers through the miracle of time travel, then why not do the same for Carl Sagan? And after inviting Sagan into this story about a mission to Mars, why not get really serious about sending out invitations to this summer vacation party?

The Temporal Agents.

I've previously blogged about, Indiana Jones and the Kingdom of the Crystal Skull. I have not seen Dial of Destiny, but for The Asimov-Sagan Time Nexus I needed an interesting character who Avya could meet in the year 1916. Avya is the cloned daughter of Anya who ends up being sent from 1993 to 1916 on her own time travel mission. Why not allow Avya to meet Indiana Jones?

With Indiana Jones getting involved, it should be obvious that The Asimov-Sagan Time Nexus refused to remain a simple story. Having time travel technology inside a story raises many technology issues that I feel compelled to address. In the case of The Asimov-Sagan Time Nexus, I could not resist trying to fit the story into the Exode Saga. 

Maybe during the time when Trysta and Grean were searching through all the possible Final Realities, they explored a set of related Realities in which there was a Temporal Service which deployed agents like Anya on missions into the 20th century.

Anya the medical student
with a robotic assistant.

Already a famous innovative surgeon, Anya Penmewly was recruited into the Temporal Service. I've depicted Anya as a physician of the 21st century, but it is a version of the 21st century where the pace of technological advance was quicker than in our Reality. Anya had robotic assistants who could help with delicate surgical procedures. In The Asimov-Sagan Time Nexus, advanced robotics technology plays an important role in the effort to send a manned mission to Mars in 2015.

 Future Perfect. During a series of training missions, Anya proved her extraordinary value as a Temporal field agent. I like to imagine that Anya is actually the clone of a genetically-engineered woman from the far future. This is a theme that was developed by Isaac Asimov in his time travel novel, The End of Eternity. However, for The Asimov-Sagan Time Nexus, I never show the 'original Anya' and I depict Anya as not being aware that she is a clone.

Anya receives training in how to
use her surgically-enhanced breasts as a
asset during time travel missions.

 Pregnant with Possibilities. During her time travel mission to 1981, Anya arrives in the past with an embryo already present inside her uterus. That embryo is a cloned copy of Anya and later in the story, that clone eventually (in Part 4) gives birth to the third "Anya clone" (named Ayvanna) that is also a character in The Asimov-Sagan Time Nexus.

 Golden Age Ahead. Or behind? Let's find out! Below, I have created an edited and expanded version of the original collaboratively written story that I call The Asimov-Sagan Time Nexus. If you read the original chat session that was the origin of this story then you will be well aware of how I failed to get ChatGPT to limit the length of its contributions to the story. My original plan was for ChatGPT and I to politely take turns producing the dialog that would appear in the story. Sadly, ChatGPT had the horrible habit of producing long rambling info dumps and trying to complete the story in each turn of the conversation. And I do mean long. 😕 I could not resist gracing these chatbot ramblings with my own meta-commentary.

The Asimov-Sagan Time Nexus

Anya Penmewly as a student
at the University of Cambridge

Dr. Anya Penmewly was born in London, England. Starting at an early age she was groomed for a career in medicine. She obtained a Bachelor of Medicine and Surgery at the University of Cambridge, a Master of Surgery at University College London and completed a residency at the Royal College of Surgeons where she was part of a team that developed a new technique for treating coronary arterial disease. Anya had just become Head of Cardiothoracic Surgery at University College London when she was recruited into the secret T5 Division, the British time travel agency, generally known as the Temporal Service.

Anya's time travel mission formally began the day when she met Isaac Asimov, who at that time had been dead for more than fifty years. Upon being shifted through time to the future, Asimov was so shocked and disoriented that he experienced severe chest pain and had to be sedated. While Asimov slept, Anya infused a vasodilator that would keep Isaac's narrowed arteries open enough to prevent further chest pains. 

Captain Ayallo

 That vasodilation drug had the added benefit of increasing blood flow to erectile tissue. Near the start of her training as a Temporal Service field agent, Anya had been allowed by her mentor, Captain Ayallo, to View this moment in future time. Pointing at a close-up image of Asimov's drug-induced erection, Ayallo had told Anya, "We've carefully analyzed your future and it is linked to Asimov in interesting ways. The success of your mission depends on your ability to establish a good working and a good sexual relationship with both Isaac and his wife."

As Anya gazed upon the growing bulge that was lifting Isaac's bed sheet in a most interesting way, it was quite obvious to Anya that the vasodilation drug was having its desired effects. Now, Asimov is emerging from his sedative-induced slumber and Dr. Penmewly says, "Can you hear me Isaac? You are in the hospital. I am Dr. Penmewly."

Asimov is very groggy and disoriented. "H-hospital? Dr. Penmewly? What's happening? Where am I?"

Asimov's heart rate was increasing rapidly. Dr. Penmewly replied, "Don't get excited Isaac. I'm going to repair your heart. I must inform you that you have been shifted through time to the year 2046. I intend to use modern medical methods, unknown at your time of death, to repair your damaged coronary arteries."

Asimov in 2046.

Asimov looked around his hospital room and was amazed by all of the strange and complicated medical equipment. He was equally amazed by the beauty and obvious intelligence of Anya, who hovered over him like an angel of mercy, checking on his vitals by means of all the medical monitoring equipment and also her own eyes and the touch of her soft hands on Isaac's various body parts. Anya seemed not at all surprised by his rock hard erection, the likes of which Asimov had not experienced since since four decades previously during his sexual golden age in the 1940s. He tried to calm himself, but he blurted out, "I died?"

Dr. Penmewly shrugged, "We all die, Isaac. My goal, our goal... is to delay your death. After your heart surgery, you will return to 1981 and be able to live out a long and productive life." She thought about what she knew of their future and how Isaac would enjoy being like a father for her child, but she told herself: the way his heart rate keeps rising, maybe I should not mention to Isaac that he will become my lover.

In the four years since he'd had his heart attack, Asimov had become well aware that a life of over-eating and endlessly sitting at a type-writer, or more recently, his word-processing computer, had severely damaged his vascular system. He mused, "Repair my heart? That's quite a bold endeavor, Dr. Penmewly. I must say, I'm both intrigued by the idea of having a woman physician and grateful for this opportunity. But you must explain about this 'shifting through time'. How is that possible? I wrote a thick, and I do mean thick... (Isaac glanced towards his big hard erection) book about physics and I believe that time travel is not possible, at least not with the physical laws that govern our universe."

Dr. Penmewly sighed. With Isaac's big erection pointing towards the ceiling, Anya was feeling a bit warm. She unbuttoned the upper part of her hospital gown and sat on the edge of Isaac's bed. "I don't really understand the time travel machine that was used to bring you here to the future... or the physics of Temporal Paradox™. I've been told that we are involved in the process of creating a Reality Change. In the previous Reality of Time, you died young... in 1992. However, we agents of the Temporal Service can change your fate, Isaac. From my perspective, you have already died several decades ago. But please believe me: in the new Reality we are shaping, you will live well into the twenty-first century."

Echoes of Eternity

Asimov thought about his time travel novel, The End of Eternity. "A Reality Change? Altering the historical timeline of Earth... just to extend my life into the twenty-first century? This concept is quite extraordinary, Dr. Penmewly. It's a lot to take in, but I must say... through all the years of my life, I've learned that my sexual partners do learn to take it all in... and they have all enjoyed it. Every inch. In the course of this silly science fiction story and my extended life span, I hope you are just the first of many cute and sultry women who will at wonder if they can take it all in, but in the end (I've read the entire script already) you do manage to do it. You see Anya, my genitals are not really all that large... it is more a matter of Hi Tek™ mirrors and carefully calibrated macrogenital teloscopy."

Laying there in the hospital bed with only a thin silken sheet over his body, Asimov could not conceal his growing excitement. With a wink and a sly glance towards his erection, Asimov told Anya, "For my part, an adequately large and throbbing part if I do say so myself, I find it challenging to believe you and trust that your intentions are simply to extend my life and allow me to continue my contributions to science fiction. Allow me to fantasize that, like my fictional character Noÿs Lambent, you might have a secret agenda."

Anya in the future.

Dr. Penmewly laughed, licked her cosmetically altered lips in a provocative way and then told Isaac, "Science fiction? Yes, I suppose there is no good reason not to admit that in the new Reality you will continue to write fiction. However, let me explain... my time travel mission has loftier goals than making it possible for you to publish another ten novels in your Foundation Saga that explore events taking place after the end of your novel Foundation and Earth."

Anya reminded herself that she could not tell Isaac too many details about his future, but at that moment it was good to inflate his ego not only by allowing herself to let him know just how much she was enjoying how firm his erection had grown, but also it would help Isaac to know that in his "new life" he would actually be able to finish the 1,000-year-long saga of the Foundation. Taking another quick look at the jutting profile of Isaac's erection, she told herself: and I do mean long.

Anya forced herself to stop gazing at Isaac's big erection and she seductively licked her lips one more time before saying, "I've been given a look at the new Reality we are aiming for. We time travel agents of this century can use Reality Viewer technology to examine the new timeline of Earth that will result from your extended life. I have seen a new future in which you become the first space tourist. Your non-fiction writings about the space program will lead to increased funding for NASA and a manned mission to Mars in the year 2015! And, yes, as for as secret agendas go, I can't tell you everything about myself due to the inexorable forces of Temporal Paradox™, but I'll tell you this much..." Anya rested her right hand on Asimov's crotch where his erection was creating quite a lump, "I believe that the care and maintenance of your sexual life is integral to both keeping you in good health and breathing some life into the lame AI-generated script of this science fiction story. And by the way, I invented and am using the name 'Anya Penmewly' simply because I wanted to remind you of your smart and sexy character, Noÿs." 

Asimov could hardly believe what he was hearing. Also, he could not believe what he was seeing. Each time that Anya licked her lips, he could see her amazingly large and pleasingly pink tongue, which caused Isaac to contemplate the possibility of enticing Anya into some oral sexplay. He closed his eyes for a moment and enjoyed how Anya was gently massaging his erection with her hand and doing so with skilled medical precision. Isaac wondered: when will I wake from this dream?

When he opened his eyes, Anya was still there, her hip pressed against his, and for a moment he allowed himself to simply gaze a her wise and lovely face. Giving his head a little shake and telling himself that he had to accept the existence of Anya and the crazy truth of what she was telling him, he reached out and placed his hand on her arm. "It all sounds like science fiction. Please appreciate my position, doctor... the more you say, the more it seems the lines between reality and imagination continue to blur." 

Anya reassuringly placed her left hand over Isaac's hand where it rested on her arm. It being necessary for the success of her time travel mission that she and Isaac become lovers, she placed on his skin a potent human sex pheromone from the future, a chemical that would act on his brain and force Isaac into a state of heightened sexual arousal. Asimov continued, "The prospect of exploring the future that you have outlined, one where I become the first space tourist and my writing influences the course of space exploration, is both humbling and awe-inspiring."

Dr. Penmewly patted Isaac's hand. "You are taking this all quite well, Isaac and I now believe that I have your blood flow under complete control." She reluctantly pulled her right hand away from Isaac's hot erection and activated a holographic display that flashed hovering images in front of Asimov. "Now, we should discuss your medical treatment plan. I am going to have to repair or replace five of your coronary arteries." Dr. Penmewly adjusted the image of the display and showed Asimov some high-resolution imaging of his heart. "Notice these narrow segments in the arteries." Another image came before Asimov. "I'll also repair these other two partially-blocked arteries and that will greatly restore blood flow to your erectile tissue. So, yes, I can fix all these blood vessels, but that is not enough. I'm going to have to go with you, back in time to 1981. I'll be your health coach and... well... due to the restrictions of Temporal Paradox™, I can't tell you too much about your future....."

Asimov was rather horrified to see just how damaged is circulatory system was. "Seven arteries? That sounds like quite an extensive procedure, Dr. Penmewly. I suppose I must trust in your expertise to navigate through this intricate repair process. All those narrow coronary artery segment seem very dangerous, like a ticking bomb in my chest, but I'm hopeful that you have the means to fix them."

Temporal engineering.

Dr. Penmewly tried to put the sound of confidence into her voice. "We will travel back in time to 1981 together. I must go into the past where I will ensure you make the necessary lifestyle changes and follow a proper medical regimen to maintain your heart health. I'll also personally make sure that you exercise every day."

Isaac asked incredulously, "Every single day?"

Anya winked. "Oh, don't worry, I know exactly how to motivate an old goat like you to stay physically active. I got special training just for this purpose from experts in the Temporal Division."

Asimov tried to imagine returning home to 1981 and his wife and explaining all of this to Janet. He simply could not envision how she might possibly believe a wild story about time travel. "Temporal paradoxes™... the practical limitations of time travel are certainly intriguing. I understand the need for caution, Dr. Penmewly, but I'm curious about what lies ahead. You seem to be warning me that the future should remain a mystery until it unfolds. Please understand my burning curiosity and tell me as much about my future as you can."

Dr. Penmewly shook her head. "Thank you, Dr. Asimov, for your understanding. I can't tell you very much about the future because I myself have not been allowed to know very much. Together, we will navigate through time and my mission will be to ensure your health is optimized. I will provide you with the necessary guidance, support, and medical expertise, allowing you to make the most of your life. It will be up to you to live your life as you choose. Now, let us focus on the present moment and the steps we need to take to repair your heart and ensure that you have a bright future."

Asimov nodded, a sense of resolve and trust in Dr. Penmewly's guidance settling within him. The journey ahead held not only the promise of restored health but also the excitement of stepping into the unknown and, Isaac hoped, getting to undress Anya. 

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before and...

Three weeks later, well into Asimov's recovery after his Hi Tek™ heart surgery, Dr. Penmewly is close to deciding if Asimov is fit enough to again travel through Time. "Well, Isaac, this is our last scheduled opportunity for a mission pause. Your medical test results all look good, but there are limits to what my objective analysis can reveal, so tell me, do you feel strong enough to travel back through time today? Remember, we will going back to the primitive medical conditions of 1981, so if there are any problems with your health, we should fix them now, before we use the time machine."

Asimov was pacing back and forth in his hospital room, wearing only the flimsy gown that patients were expected to wear, a gown which did nothing to hide his frequent erections. Having been constantly exposed to the futurisic pheromone for weeks, Isaac's thoughts were dominated by his emotions and he had a powerful desire to find some type of sexual release, even if the chatbot who was writing the script had no understanding of his plight and Isaac's growing sexual frustration. He was quite irked by the cliche lines that he was being forced to speak, words that seemed to have been written by some lame chat program from the 1960s like ELIZA. He was also annoyed by the fact that Anya had refused to grant him permission to have sex until she was sure that his heart was healed. Once more, Anya was looking intently at his erection where it pressed proudly out against the thin fabric of Isaac's gown.

... after... an extraordinary journey.

"Dr. Penmewly, I appreciate your diligence and concern for my well-being, and also the diligence with which you and your nursing staff chart and measure the durations of my frequent erections. These three weeks of recovery have been transformative, both physically and emotionally, but sadly, not sexually." Asimov wondered: what do I have to do to get laid here in the future? It seemed like he was trapped in some 1940's science fiction story where none of the characters had even the slightest chance of having sex.

Trying to ignore his mounting horniness, Isaac told Anya, "I feel stronger and more invigorated with each passing day, ready to embark on the next leg of our extraordinary journey during which we will, no doubt, if we keep following this awful script, be forced to endlessly repeat stock phrases such as 'extraordinary journey', ad nauseam."

Also bored by the repetitive nature of the chatbot-generated script, Anya decided that it was time to take Isaac back to 1981. "The time has come." Dr. Penmewly took Isaac by the hand and led him out of his room.

Isaac could not stop from fantasizing that Anya might now take him to her place, where they could finally have sex. Gesturing to his erection which pointed down the hallway, Asimov quipped, "If you are in the mood, Anya, I'd really like to come. Now! Are you finally going to sign-off on my medical release and grant me permission to engage in sexual activities?"

Dr. Penmewly giggled and suggested, "You are only minutes away from seeing your wife again. Don't you think you should save all of your pent-up sexual energy for her?"

"My dear Doctor Penmewly, there are many things that I should do, but that has never prevented me from taking advantage of opportunities to have sex with smart and sexy women. How do you think I met my wife in the first place?"

time travel adventure

"Isaac, as painful as it is, I've also read most of the rest of the script, and I know that eventually you and I will find time to engage in some quite exquisitely pleasurable acts of sexual intercourse, but today is not the day for that." Anya led the way down a narrow corridor that Isaac had not previously seen during his daily walks around the hospital. She was thinking about a future time which she had witnessed by using Temporal Reality Viewing technology. This was one of her favorite sexual fantasies... thinking about the time, several months in their future, when she, Isaac and his wife, Janet, would visit a tropical island on vacation. At that future time, when Isaac saw exactly how sexy Anya was in her swimsuit, he would be unable to resist assembling them all for a long sexplay session on a king-sized bed. Anya reflected: and I do mean long.

According to the temporal chart for her mission, that would be the night when 'Isaac would father their child'. In actuality, Anya would simply inject herself with the growth factor that would push her clone into completing embryonic development. It would then be up to Anya to pretend that Isaac had impregnated her. Having Viewed that future, Anya knew that both Isaac and Janet would treat Anya's daughter as if she were their own child.

Emerging from her sweet fantasy about that future day, Anya admitted to herself that she was also quite sexually excited at that very moment, but unfortunately, a fiery sexplay session with Isaac was, disappointingly, according to the script, NOT the next leg of their shared extraordinary journey, even if Anya was now spending much of her time thinking about Isaac's extraordinary genital appendage which seemed to live a spirited and exciting life of adventure whenever Anya or one of the cute nurses was in Isaac's hospital room. "I know that you are eager to return home to your wife, family and friends. Let us stroll over to the time machine and get you back home." 

Isaac was glad to be out of his cage-like room and his spirit soared at the idea that he would never have to return to that prison. They walk from the medical facility into the time travel wing of the building. Anya asked, "Have you decided how you will explain me to your wife?"

Asimov had been thinking furiously about what to tell Janet. "She will be surprised when I tell her about my decision to employ you as a live-in nurse. But what can I say? I can't expect her to believe the truth... that you are a time traveler from the future on a mission to extend my life. If I told her that... Janet would think I'm insane."

"I believe the best solution is to tell your wife that you are quite ill and need emergency medical care." 

Prompt for Mr. Wombo:
patient Isaac Asimov,
Isaac Asimov undergoing heart surgery

Anya checked Isaac through the high-security gateway to the Time Machine facility. "As soon as you see Janet, I suggest that you tell her that you have scheduled a percutaneous transluminal coronary angioplasty procedure in Germany. You and I can then spend a month in Europe, continuing your recovery. The scars on your chest will then have an explanation that will hopefully satisfy your wife's curiosity. If she is satisfied with your improved health then there is a chance that she will not ask probing questions about little mysteries like me and my origins."

Asimov chuckled. "Dr. Penmewly, you don't know Janet. When I return to my wife and she gets a look at you, well, your mere presence will surely raise questions in her mind. However, I can think of nothing better than your suggestion of telling Janet that I need emergency percutaneous transluminal coronary angioplasty. Your idea of rushing me off to Germany is both clever and practical. But what about later as the weeks and months pass? I don't think I can trust that my wife will understand and appreciate the need for a dedicated live-in nurse during the all the rest of our long lives. She'll be suspicious... and jealous."

Anya said, "Oh, don't worry about Janet. I'll exert my charms and win her over." In fact, Anya's lips had been surgically altered and her tongue's growth boosted as an integral part of her time travel mission. After joining the Temporal Service and upon being assigned to this mission, she'd been given extensive training in how to sexually pleasure women by means of oral stimulation of their genitals. Anya was confident that Janet would enjoy having sexplay sessions with Anya and that would ease Janet's jealousy, making it possible for Anya to live for many long and happy years in the Asimov household.

Isaac laughed, "That's what I'm worried about. You've already turned me into your puppet. I find myself quite unable to escape from your magical influence." Asimov placed a hand on Anya's shoulder. He was certain that Dr. Penmewly was well aware of how infatuated he was with her. Isaac wondered: Will Janet be willing to let Anya into her life?

Anya gives Isaac an eyeful

Anya took Isaac into a room where there was a wide assortment of clothing. She pulled off her hospital scrubs and said, "Pick out something to wear. This is all authentically manufactured 1970s vintage clothing." 

Isaac took off his hospital gown and gestured towards his magnificent erection. "I've had trouble keeping myself from getting erections. Frankly, my dear Dr. Penmewly, every time I see you..." Words failed Asimov at that moment as he watched Anya in her underwear pulling a business suit off of the clothing rack.

Anya began dressing herself as a professional woman in 1981. "Try to control yourself, Isaac. There is a shower in the adjoining room. Take a cold shower and then get dressed. I'm going to check to see if the Time Machine is available for our use." Anya finished dressing and stepped out into the hallway. 

 Anya already knew that the Time Machine was available. She and Isaac were part of a temporal loop which required they depart for the past on this day. The danger was that if Anya got off script, she could inadvertently tell Isaac something about his future that would alter the flow of time and cause a Reality Change, significantly disrupting the historical timeline. Fortunately, temporal momentum was on her side, making such an unwelcome change to Time unlikely. 

Anya went into one of the Hi Tek™ Reality Viewing rooms that was scattered around the time travel facility. She used the Reality Viewer to check on the flow of Time and satisfied herself that all was well; her mission remained on track. She was able to confirm that her clone, arrested at the early implantation stage, was still resting comfortably in her uterus, ready for its journey into the past. 

While Anya was using the Viewer, Captain Ayllo opened a comlink to Anya and said, "Mission Support, here. We are still good to go. Congratulations on resisting Asimov's sexual advances. Now that you have gotten this far, our probability of mission success is above 90%."

Ayllo training a new field agent.

Anya gaze at the pretty face of Captain Ayllo and reflected on all of the training missions they had gone on together. Ayllo had played a major part in training Anya in the fine art of oral sexplay. It was comforting to know that Ayllo would be directing the Temporal Service support team during her mission into the past. "I suppose I'll never see you again."

Captain Ayllo gave a brief nod of her head. "If there is an emergency situation in the middle of your mission it might be necessary for me or another agent to give you a hand. Let's hope not." Ayllo broke the comlink and Anya turned off the Reality Viewer. It was time to return to Isaac.

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Isaac spent enough time shivering in the shower to put an undignified end to his priapic state. He was just putting on a suit coat that looked identical to one that he knew was at home in his closet when Anya returned. She said, "We can depart for 1981 as soon as you are dressed."

Trying not to look at Anya's graceful figure, knowing that were he to do so he'd end up with yet another erection, Asimov nodded and followed her down the hallway to the Time Chamber. Had he not read the script and learned about the powerful pheromone that Anya kept exposing him to, Isaac would have been puzzled by the ease with which Anya's presence provoked him to have erections. Entering the vast and futuristic Time Chamber, Isaac gazed at the Time Machine and said, "How wonderful! It looks like something out of science fiction!"

Anya and the Time Machine.

Anya was worried about what would happen when they reached 1981. The Temporal Engineers had assured her that she and Issac would arrive precisely at the targeted time, but due to quantum Time Paradoxes™, there could never be perfection in time travel. She barely looked at the complex time machine. "It is real enough. I've previously traveled through time on a few training missions."

Asimov complained, "I wish I knew how it works. Sadly, in my ignorance, time travel still seems like magic."

Dr. Penmewly said, "Then let me again exert my magical influence... it is time for us to step into the time machine." Anya took Isaac by the hand and guided him into the zone of temporal flux at the heart of the time machine. A moment later they were cast back through time to the year 1981, not magically, but rather through the wonders of imaginary future physics as deployed in science fiction stories. Arriving inside Asimov's apartment, Issac could see himself, writing at his desk. Then, that other copy of Asimov vanished and was sent into the future. Dr. Penmewly told Isaac, "That was cutting it close. We actually arrived a second or two before you were taken into the future. You got to see yourself!"

Asimov had been startled by the sight of himself sitting there across the room. "Dr. Penmewly, I cannot express the magnitude of this experience. Witnessing myself... a copy of me... in that moment, immersed in my creative process, is nothing short of surreal. It reinforces the notion that time is a labyrinthine tapestry, interweaving the past, present, and future in intricate ways including rambling text generated by chatbots that often seem to confuse dreams with waking consciousness, but which get away with it by reminding readers, and you, my dear Anya, that there is nothing short about my erections."

 Disembodied Voice: Since the chatbot-generated text of Isaac expressing the inexpressible might have gone on for at-least a page, the human author of the story intervened to move along the plot. Cue the sound of Janet Asimov coming through the doorway. Be sure to use the words 'come' and 'came' as many times as possible until Janet finally gets to have an orgasm, breaking the sexual tension that gradually builds between her and the sexy Anya. 

Full sized image here.

Janet had just arrived home from a shopping trip. After placing the newly purchased items of food in the kitchen, she called to her husband, "Did you say something Isaac?" As Janet came into the room and saw Dr. Penmewly, she said, "Isaac, did I hear you speaking to some..." Seeing Anya for the first time she asked, "...who is she? 

Asimov told his wife, "Janet, my dear, please don't be alarmed. This is Dr. Penmewly, a renowned medical specialist." Isaac took hold of both of Janet's hands. "I've recently discovered that I can undergo a new medical procedure to address my heart condition. It's called percutaneous superluminal coronary angioplasty, and Dr. Penmewly is one of the leading experts in this field."

Janet's eyes widened as she glanced between Asimov and Dr. Penmewly. Her voice trembled slightly as she spoke, "Isaac, why didn't you tell me about this sooner?" She looked at Anya and asked, "Does he mean 'transluminal'?"

Isaac replied, "Yes, I misspoke. It is transluminal. I'm a science fiction writer, not a medical doctor. I trust Dr. Penmewly to handle the medical details of my case."

Her shrewd mind always active and her suspicions heightened by the sudden unexpected arrival of this sexy stranger inside her home, Janet asked Anya, "What kind of a name is Penmewly?"

Next: Part 2 of The Asimov-Sagan Time Nexus.

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Nanotechnycian

Figure 1. Tyhry gets distracted
while hacking a New York database.

 Hacking Nanites. A major theme in City on the Edge of Tomorrow is that Tyhry is Earth's first nanotechnycian. The image to the right (Figure 1) shows how Mr. Wombo usually depicts Tyhry in scenes where she is at work in her nanite programming laboratory. Sadly, Mr. Wombo has no idea what Tyhry is up to, which is actually just fine... the image only has to look highly impressive. However, we can ask: what is Tyhry looking at?

Sedron Time Stream. Tyhry was born several decades after the Huaoshy put an end to all further time travel by changing the dimensional structure of the universe. However, there is still one available way for information to flow backwards through time which depends on a part of our universe called the sedron domain. Tyhry is one of the few people on Earth who can obtain useful information from the Sedron Time Stream, but that information flow often takes place at the edge of her conscious awareness. 

Figure 2. Tyhry's vision.

Sometimes Tyhry suddenly has the mysterious feeling that she is being watched. Maybe these kinds of strange cognitive tickles are due to her own efforts in the future to transmit important information back into the past, an attempt to complete a time loop and provide useful information to herself from the future. I've previously written about such a time loop that involves Brak (see The Telepaths of Site Q). However, at the time of City on the Edge of Tomorrow, Brak has not yet been born (Brak will be Marda's first child).

There in Figure 2 is what Tyhry thinks she sees when she looks over her shoulder. Maybe a man’s reach should exceed his grasp, but not so for Tyhry. For Tyhry, her life's experience has been a never ending chain of successes. There is nothing that she has ever tried to do that she has not found a way to accomplish. 

Tyhry with a cloud of nanites.

Tyhry feels no great pride from all of her many accomplishments; Manny the bumpha has provided Tyhry with advanced nanotechnology that makes even the seemingly impossible, possible. 

Imaginary Friends. The impossible? Tyhry grew up not imagining a friend, but living with a loyal companion, the replicoid named Anthony. And from a very young age, Tyhry was envious of her mentor's (Manny) amazingly beautiful hair. Tyhry learned how to program hair nanites and provide herself with artificial hair. Fascinated by the idea that Antony is an artificial life-form, a replicoid, Tyhry learned how to create replicoid copies of herself. Simple.

Since nothing exceeds Tyhry's grasp, she has never felt the need to mutter words like these to herself (but see Figure 3):
"Had I been two, another and myself,
Our head would have o'erlooked the world!" (source)

Figure 3. Two headed Tyhry.

There are several kinds of copies of Tyhry in City on the Edge of Tomorrow. Through study of the Reality Simulation System, Tyhry has learned how to use the simulator equipment to make replicoid copies. Through the years, Tyhry has made several such replicoid copies of herself; usually they stay in a simulation fork of the Ekcolir Reality and help with projects in Tyhry's nanite programming laboratory. However, whenever Tyhry is inside the Ekcolir Reality Simulation, one of her replicoid copies is present at home, in the Final Reality, pretending to be the original biological copy of Tyhry in that Reality.

Tyhry has also been experimenting with ways to make miniaturized replicoid copies. These often have defects, and Tyhry has no qualms about destroying defective copies of herself. Tyhry's ultimate goal for her replicoid experiments is to learn the secret of creating nanoscopic replicoids that can "plug into" the Bimanoid Interface.

Figure 4. Two copies of Marda.

As told in City on the Edge of Tomorrow, Tyhry is surprised to discover that there were biological copies of herself that lived in Deep Time, during the Ekcolir Reality. After getting over the initial shock of that discovery, Tyhry realizes that Manny lives by the motto: waste not, want not. If copies of Tyhry proved their worth in the Ekcolir Reality then why shouldn't Manny deploy another Tyhry copy in the Final Reality?

 World Thinkers. Both Tyhry and Marda are trying to find a way to provide telepathy to everyone on Earth. Marda's method is to create brain implants that will link human thought to a global communications network. Tyhry's strategy is not too different, but she wants to use ten billion nanoscopic replicoids to link the minds of every person on Earth into the Bimanoid Interface. I expect it will be in Part 8 of City on the Edge of Tomorrow when Marda discovers that a copy of herself existed in the Ekcolir Reality (see Figure 4). 

Tyhry, the graduate.

Finding a copy of herself in Deep Time will be a lucky discovery because Marda will have a strong telepathic linkage to her copy. That telepathic contact will lead to "the city on the edge of tomorrow" (New York, Virginia) and that will allow Tyhry to realize that her existence in the Final Reality was also anticipated by the existence of two copies of herself in the 20th century of the Ekcolir Reality. 

Tyhry and Marda have both recently graduated from college when they make their journey to New York. For her senior research project, Marda developed an cerebral implant and tested it on herself. Tyhry monitors everything that Marda does and Tyhry has secretly taken Marda's idea for a cerebral implant and modified it using advanced nanotechnology that is not available to Marda. Figure 5 is a rather overly-dramatic depiction of Tyhry during one of her cerebral implant experiments.

Figure 5. Brain Surgery.

 Synapex Linkers. Now having reached 14,000 words into my new science fiction story City on the Edge of Tomorrow, I'm thinking about how Tyhry will deploy one more type of nanite in an attempt to establish a telepathic mind link to Naseh. I've long imagined that Ekcolir was genetically crafted and carefully designed so as to be able to telepathically influence the minds of Asterothropes. 

 What about Naseh? When he was sent to Earth, Ekcolir was on a mission to end the Time Travel War and to accomplish that he needed to make Trysta fall in love with him. For City on the Edge of Tomorrow, I imagine that Naseh is constantly transmitting an Ek'col-like emotion-controlling telepathic signal and Tyhry is receptive to it, making Tyhry experience a persistent fascination with Naseh (the same is true for Tynyo). Tyhry desperately tries to establish a synapex link to Naseh using some of her programmable nanites.

Deactivated

 Other News. As described in this blog post from 2020, the wikifiction blog was started at just about the same time when I began using Twitter. I have stopped using Twitter. Why? I recently saw someone who was still using a Yahoo email account and I thought: Am I one of those old-timers who can't let go of old things? Yes... but not everything.

The Last Straw

 The Last Straw. Through the years, the people who I had grown to appreciate on Twitter seemed to gradually drift away. Then there was a period of time when Twitter relentlessly crammed things into my feed, bad things that I was not interested in. Recently, most of my use of Twitter has been related to baseball. I felt like there was a problem when I seemed to derive maximal satisfaction from watching the fans of losing teams melt down and rant. The last straw was the way that gambling seemed to take over my baseball feed. I tried to mute all the silly gambling accounts, but finally I had to give up.

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The Naseh Intersect

Tyhry in the greenhouse.

Below on this page is Part 4 of a science fiction story called City on the Edge of Tomorrow. Previously (see Part 2), I described how Tyhry completed a rendezvous with Naseh at the Futurescape night club and I also depicted Marda as being surprised at how well Tyhry and Naseh seemed to know each other. In Part 4 of the story, I provide an account of how Tyhry and Naseh first met. During their first meeting, Tyhry and Naseh were able to recognize the importance of having found each other, but they were unable to over-come Tyhry's caution and desire not to reveal the location of her home.

Having used her hacking nanites to carefully investigated Naseh and her family, Tyhry realized that she would have to trust Naseh, but over-coming a lifetime of secrecy was not easy. Given their alien origins, Tyhry committed herself to the goal of bringing together her family with that of Naseh. Still, at first, Tyhry hoped to keep secret the location of her parents' retirement home.

Part 4 of City on the Edge of Tomorrow. (Part 1)(Part 2)(Part 3)

Whimsical depiction of Tyhry
at the controls of the
Reality Simulation System

 June 20th, 2040. Tyhry had been spending most of the past two weeks at her nanite research laboratory located inside a simulation fork of the Ekcolir Reality. After graduating from college, Tyhry had decided to go ahead and experiment with how to use medical nanites to alter the form of her body. When Tyhry was busy with that project inside the Reality Simulation System, she always arranged to have one of her copies present at home, pretending to be doing mundane things within earshot of her parents.

On one of those days, just one week after Tyhry's college graduation, but still a few days before Marda's graduation, Tyhry's mother, Zeta, knocked on the door of Tyhry's workshop in the garage. At work making some modifications to Tyhry's new car was not the original copy of Tyhry, but one of her duplicates from the simulator. Tyhry had long ago learned how to hack the control system of the reality simulator, allowing her to make replicoid copies of simulated people, including herself.

Zeta and anti-gravity nanites.

The Tyhry replicoid paused her work on the car's radar system and allowed the telepathic link between her and Zeta to strengthen slightly. The replicoid dared not give Zeta full access to her mind because Zeta would then notice that this was a replicoid with a distinctive mind, somewhat different from that of the real Tyhry. Still, it was as if the replicoid had lived for nineteen years with Zeta, so it was no real surprise to this copy of Tyhry when Zeta entered Tyhry's workshop and said, "I want to get you out of the house for a few hours."

The Tyhry replicoid gathered up her tools and closed the car's electronics access hatch. For a few moments the replicoid simply gazed at Zeta who was currently in one of her blond phases, having used some of Tyhry's hair nanites to alter her naturally dark hair to make it look more like Tyhry's golden mane. Zeta was enjoying her newly recovered youth, most of the effects of her decades of aging having recently been reversed by medical nanites that Tyhry had provided to her mother. The replicoid said, "Good. I'll drive. I want to test some alterations that I've made to the car's systems."

Zeta complained, "I asked you not to do anything that would void the warranty of the car."

Placing the tools back into their proper places in the tool bench, the Tyhry replicoid shrugged. "Then you should not have bought me a new car. I told you I would have been happy to adopt your old one."

A replicoid copy of Tyhry upgrades
the car's radar system for flight.

Trying to avoid a fight, Zeta resigned herself to the car's warranty being voided by her daughter's insatiable desire to tinker and she asked, "Are you ready to go?"

Tyhry used her cerebral implant to send the signal that opened the garage door. Startled, and glancing at the door switch on the wall, Zeta asked, "Who opened the door?"

While quickly inventing a lie, The Tyhry replicoid again reduced the strength of the telepathic link to Zeta and waved a hand and said, "I have linked my biosystems scanner to the door controller." The biosystems scanner was the thin ring on her finger, a gift that Anthony had given Tyhry as a graduation present. Over in the Ekcolir Reality simulation, the Tyhry copies had been experimenting with cerebral implants for almost two years, but Tyhry had never gotten around to revealing the existence of the implants to her parents. The technology had actually been "borrowed" from Marda, a theft that Tyhry did not want to have to explain.

The replicoid and Zeta got into Tyhry's car and headed down the long driveway of their secluded mountain home. Zeta asked, "Can't you let the car drive? I want to talk to you."

The Tyhry replicoid continued manually driving the car. Tyhry was trying to develop her driving skills so that she could impress Marda when Marda and Rylla arrived for the upcoming planned family vacation. Intent on playing the role of the real Tyhry to perfection, the replicoid asked casually, "What do you want to talk about?"

"I'm worried about our vacation plans. Now your father has gone off on a wild goose chase to Threy. He is tying himself up in knots trying to understand why you picked that world for the family vacation destination."

"I told you a hundred times. Threy has amazing hair nanites. That bitch Manny won't let me bring any alien nanites back home from Alastor Cluster, but I hope to learn some fancy new hair nanite programming tricks from the natives of Threy."

Zeta's biosystems scan.

Zeta raised a hand to her amazingly soft artificial hair. "I don't see how you could improve on these hair nanites... they make me look like a goddess." Zeta pulled down the visor and looked at herself in the mirror. It was still a welcome surprise to see herself looking like a kid again. She asked, "Do you think it is wise to refer to Manny as a bitch? She's done so much for you. You'd know nothing about nanotechnology without her help and I'd still look like a saggy old grandmother."

"Oh, you know... I'm just frustrated, mom. Manny doesn't trust me to safely use nanites. She still treats me like a child. I'd hoped things would change after I graduated from college, but I have not seen Manny for months."

The Tyhry replicoid was carefully checking the car's radar system before letting the car take over driving. The replicoid needed to make sure that the conventional self-drive radar system had not been damaged by the addition of an auxiliary flight radar system from the Ekcolir Reality. The new radar was quite powerful and used advanced Fru'wu components. Zeta watched as the replicoid's fingers flew over the datascreen. She asked nervously, "Is there something wrong with the car?"

"Relax, mom. The car is fine. I have not managed to break anything..... yet."

Zeta sighed. "I'm afraid that either Rylla or you or Eddy will break. You have all been working too hard. I wish I knew what you are up to... your story about wanting to go to Threy for hair nanites is absurd. Can't we go back to the good old days when your mind was always open to me?"

"Mom, I'm not ten years old any more and eager to learn from you how to get into an orgasm trance. You've telepathically taught me everything you know, and certainly I'm grateful for that, but I have to move on to greater adventures. I thought you wanted me to become more independent."

"Independent, yes. Secretive, no. And Rylla has something up her sleeve. She won't tell me any details, but she has some new result from her peptide synthesis work."

Zeta's hair nanites problem.

The Tyhry replicoid giggled quietly and thought about the new super-strength sex hormone that Rylla had crafted. Tyhry had been carefully monitoring Rylla's work and trying to gauge if Rylla's newly-discovered sex hormone would have useful features or possibly be the long awaited secret to universal human telepathy. 

Satisfied that the modified radar system was working, the replicoid placed the car under the control of its automated driving system. "Rylla will tell us her results when she is sure of what she's got. You've dealt with scientists long enough. You can't expect a scientist to say too much until they are certain about what they have invented..."

Zeta took hold of the replicoid's hand. "We should do something special for Rylla."

The Tyhry replicoid sighed deeply and took a few seconds to think about all the lies and secrets she needed to keep track of. Having already carefully deep-scanned Zeta's mind and memories just that morning, the replicoid knew what Zeta wanted to do. However, Tyhry was continuing to pretend that her parents could telepathically block her out of their minds, so the replicoid had to pretend ignorance. "What are you scheming now?"

"A girls' night out. The night when Marda and Rylla arrive from Australia... we should take them out on the town."

"Out on the town? What are you talking about? You never go anywhere. It gets to be after 8:00 PM and you drag dad into bed for a long sexplay session."

"Well, what do you expect? I taught you long ago that you should try to spend several hours a day engaged in sexplay. The problem is, Rylla has never had a convenient sex partner. She's suffering from an orgasm deficit."

"I've had this discussion with Marda. They both seem perfectly happy with Joe and Pete."

Zeta squeezed the replicoid's hand. "That's a joke right? You're talking about their vibrators."

Zeta contemplates the Futurescape night club.

The Tyhry replicoid asked, "What does it matter to you if they are satisfied getting orgasms from their vibrators? Not everyone is lucky enough to have Anthony as a live-in sex toy."

Zeta asked, "Where would be a fun place to take Rylla? I've heard that the Futurescape is pretty wild."

"Futurescape? You'd need a reservation unless you are the guest of a club member."

Zeta said, "I can't get a reservation for that night. I tried. Sold out. I bet you could take care of it."

"Mom, don't go there."

"Well, why not? Just hack into their reservation system. I'm sure they have some tables that are routinely held in reserve for celebrities. Get us one of those."

The Tyhry replicoid sighed. Two years previously, Zeta had learned about Tyhry's ability to hack into computer systems. "I promised Manny that I'd only use the hacking nanites to help the mind clone network."

Zeta started up her spin machine: "Rylla's a big part of the network. We need to keep Rylla happy and productive... one of these days she'll discover the secret of human telepathy."

"She's tried for decades. Maybe the sex hormones are a dead end."

"Even so, we should do something nice for Rylla. Think of how many exquisite orgasms we owe to her and the peptides she has designed and synthesized."

"I'll check into the reservation system for Futurescape, but I won't promise anything. I'm not going to do anything reckless that might attract attention to us."

"Why Tyhry, that's such a mature attitude. I'm proud of you."

Tyhry programs hacking nanites.

"Just don't say anything to dad. He'd probably turn me in to the police if he new about my hacking."

Zeta thought about Eddy and his ethics. "Your father suffers from a pathological over-dose of honesty. Still, I wish you'd inherited some of that tendency towards obtaining ethical principles and firmly standing by them."

"You just like his firm penis standing up in your vagina. You find his high-falutin ethics as inconvenient as I do." 

For a minute, Zeta thought about the last time she'd had a sexplay session with her husband. That had been an early morning sexplay session that she'd had with her husband before he went off into the Reality Simulation System. With that sweet remembrance, her vaginal secretions started to flow and Zeta slipped a hand inside her skirt. She wiggled two fingers around the slick groove between her labia. 

The Tyhry replicoid was telepathically monitoring Zeta's thoughts and she responded to Zeta's sexual fantasy and her own vagina started to drip hot sweet fluid. The smell of klytykynyn peptides filled the cabin of the car. Tyhry shook her head and tried not to think about sexplay. "You and I are pragmatists. You came to Earth on a mission to establish telepathy among the people of Earth. I'm going to finish your mission, even if I have to break a few eggs." 

The Tyhry replicoid was satisfied that the newly-installed flight radar system was working as envisioned. The replicoid took one more look down at Zeta's skirt where Zeta's hand was making little fluttering motions and she tried to ignore the temptation to pleasure herself. Trying to distract herself from the urge to masturbate, now the replicoid took manual control of the car again and began driving back home.

Zeta's Neanderthal day-dream.

Zeta was gently stroking her big hot Neanderthal-style clitoris and imagining what sexplay had once been like among the Neanderthals of the ice age. She thrust two fingers as deep into her wet vagina as possible. She suggested, "While you're inside the Futurescape data systems, take a look at their dating app. See if you can find someone that Rylla would like to meet."

The Tyhry replicoid's own tryp'At-style clitoris was now quite stiff and magnificently erect. Zeta had taught Tyhry to take advantage of all opportunities for orgasms and to never waste an erection. Now Zeta seemed intent on rubbing up a little orgasm. Finally, the replicoid had to turn off her telepathic link to Zeta and and stop telepathically synchronizing with Zeta's growing sexual excitement. The Tyhry replicoid objected, "I'm not going to try to play match-maker for Rylla."

Zeta told her daughter, "Don't be such a mean-spirited bitch."

Tyhry complained, "Mom, why do you have to masturbate in public?"

Zeta giggled. "What can I say? You know all about your sister Gamma, and right now she's demanding that we share an orgasm trance."

Tyhry knew that her sister Gamma had never been born. Gamma was some sort of telepathic embroid, living inside Zeta's body. With nothing else to do, Gamma had developed a single interest: having orgasms. For Zeta, Gamma was an eager sex partner, continually available 365 days a year, 24 hours a day. As disturbing as that was, Eddy suspected that Rylla's body contained an entire community of sexually insatiable embroids. Tyhry said, "Well, I don't know what that's like, but as part of the mind clone network, I know what it is like to be distracted when another node is having sex. I just disconnect my telepathic mind link when I'm busy."

Zeta shook her head. "I've never found a way to break my telepathic link to Gamma. I suppose we share a direct physical high-capacity synapex link. I've been continuously horny ever since Gamma started having orgasms. That little rascal delights in giving me orgasms when I'm out in public. And it is worse for Rylla, so have pity. Anyhow, here in the car is not public."

The tryp'At phenotype.

Tyhry said, "The only orgasms I've had in this car were with Anthony and I don't want you getting the idea that we can go for a drive anytime you're in need of an orgasm. I'm not interested in sharing orgasms with my 90-year-old mother."

Zeta pressed both the glans of her clitoris and the point she was making. "You are so selfish. Having Anthony as your lover spoils you."

"Selfish? I let you and Rylla and Marda play with Anthony any time you want to. You've had sex with Anthony six times in the past two days."

"Really? Six... mmm, only six? I'd lost track." Zeta reflected on the amazing orgasms that she had during sexplay with Anthony. "When you father is inside the simulator I quickly get tired of masturbating. Having Anthony's glorious penis in the house is simply too much temptation for me to resist."

Tyhry was well aware that Anthony had that kind of effect on all women. She told Zeta, "I've bet Marda that she'll have Anthony's penis inside her vagina within five minutes of her arrival."

"Hm... that sound's like a mad dash for the hot tub." Just then, Zeta completed her own 'mad dash' and experienced a sweet little orgasm. Zeta and Gamma experienced an orgasm trance that had the power to link all the way into the Reality Simulation system where Eddy was also having sex. Zeta and Eddy were able to share their sexual experiences telepathically and then quickly update each-other on their recent activities. Eddy promised to return from the Simulator later that evening. Finally, Zeta emerged from the orgasm trance and told Tyhry, "By not sharing that orgasm trance, you missed a chance to speak to your father."

The replicoid could not share an orgasm trance with either of her parents. That intimate telepathic linkage would reveal the secret existence of Tyhry's replicoid copies.

Zeta added, "He'll be home tonight and we'll make a shopping trip into town to get everything we need for when Rylla and Marda arrive... including a spare spa filter."

Marda and Tyhry soup.

"I predict that Marda won't make it all the way to the tub until she's already had her first orgasm."

Zeta mused, "I better put in a new filter today rather than wait for the old one to plug up." There was something odd about the physical properties of Anthony's semen. "Anthony's semen tends to clog up the jet system of the tub, which is not the case for your father's semen. Maybe we should get Rylla to analyze Anthony's semen and find out what's in it. I'm glad you gave up having your sexplay sessions in the hot tub." For a minute Zeta reflected on all the wonderful sexplay sessions that Marda and Tyhry had shared while growing up. She said, "It is too bad that Marda abandoned her sexplay with you. You two were good for each-other."

Tyhry began thinking about her plan to surprise Marda with her newly developed sex organ. During the past few weeks, Tyhry had fantasized about making love to Marda in dozens of different locations, including the hot tub.

As she drove up the driveway, the Tyhry replicoid was telepathically in contact with the real Tyhry, who had returned to the Final Reality from the Reality Simulator. Both the Tyhry replicoid and the real copy of Tyhry were completely blocking their telepathic linkages to Zeta's mind so as not to reveal the fact that there were two copies of Zeta within Zeta's telepathic range. As they got out of the car, Zeta said, "Our talk about Anthony has me quite horny. Do you mind if I borrow him for half an hour?" Zeta's clitoris was still stiff and tingling. The idea of a sexplay session with Anthony in the hot tub had become irresistible.

Walking into the house, the replicoid said, "Enjoy yourself, mom... don't forget to change the filter." Zeta ordered Anthony out onto the back patio and into the hot tub while the Tyhry replicoid met the real Tyhry in her bedroom. 

Anthony and Zeta heating up the hot tub.

The real Tyhry had been allowing her body to shift to its natural form, which meant that Tyhry now had a rapidly growing tryp'At penis. Tyhry was eager to once again try her penis out on the Tyhry replicoid. Tyhry was enjoying her exploration or the wonders of penile orgasms and it did not take long before she was ejaculating hot spurts of rich tryp'At semen into the tight vagina of the replicoid. After the two copies of Tyhry slipped into a shared orgasm trance, Tyhry examined the replicoid's memories of her recent discussion with Zeta about taking Marda and Rylla to the Futurescape club. 

Tyhry telepathically asked the replicoid: Can you hack into Futurescape or do you want me to do it?

The replicoid replied: I don't think Manny would like me using your hacking nanites. Technically, I'm not part of the mind clone network.

Tyhry considered the matter and spun out a justification for letting the replicoid use the nanites. You are me. A perfect copy of me. Manny told me not to let anyone else use the nanites. That can't possibly mean that copies of me should not have the same freedom to use nanotechnology that I have.

The replicoid objected: You better do it... you know Rylla's mind better than I do. I have not been keeping up on Rylla's activities for the past year, not since I've been living my own life inside the simulator.

Tyhry's replicoid copy.

The two copies of Tyhry emerged from their orgasm trance and began speaking out-loud. "Oh, very well. You go back to the lab and check my new body growth calculations. According to my new estimate, my penis is just about half grown now." For a moment, Tyhry caressed her two small lower breasts which were also still growing larger. They were positioned on her upper abdomen just like Rylla's extra pair of breasts.

The replicoid commented, "Your penis seems just perfect as it is. I don't think that tryp'At hermaphrodites were renowned for having a big penis like the Asterothropes."

"I suspect that I'm going to end up with my penis growing to be significantly larger than that of the average tryp'At hermaphrodite. Remember, I have some of Mom's Neanderthal gene patterns. In any case, I can always stop the growth process if my penis becomes absurdly huge." 

Having temporarily satisfied Tyhry's lust, the Tyhry replicoid transferred back into the simulator. Tyhry could not resist telepathically checking on Zeta's sexplay with Anthony. With one hand caressing her still erect penis, Tyhry began the process of hacking into Futurescape. For a minute, Tyhry was distracted by her mother sharing an orgasm with Anthony. Tyhry had to get out one of her vibrators and set it to work in her vagina. She'd learned that after achieving an orgasm with her penis she was then quite eager for a vaginal orgasm. Feeling rather excited by the vibrator and the ease with which she had gotten into the computer system of the Futurescape, Tyhry quickly set up a reservation for Zeta on the night when Marda and Rylla would fly into the States.

Next, Tyhry got into the social networking site for Futurescape which was largely devoted to matching up potential sex partners. Working with the system's most conservative AI subsystem, Tyhry began examining the bios of older men who Tyhry felt would be good matches for Rylla. However, there were not many older men listed in the databank and they tended to be married and no longer regular patrons of the club. Forced to look at younger fish in the dating sea, Tyhry came across the image of a very tall woman named Naseh. Based on Tyhry's telepathic links to Rōxzyl inside the Asimov Reality Simulation, Tyhry had a good idea of the phenotypic features that gave the Ek'col their unique alien appearance. 

Anti-Gravity nanites.

What had first caught Tyhry's eye was Naseh's glowing appearance of perfect health. Tyhry had lived her entire life enjoying the exquisite beauty of Marda. Genome sequencing had revealed the synthetic perfection of both Marda's and Tyhry's gene patterns. Apparently, neither Marda or Tyhry had a single genetic defect and Naseh also looked to be perfect in every physical feature. 

And just based on a casual glance, Tyhry felt certain that Naseh had Ek'col gene patterns. As startling as it was to find another apparently genetically perfect person on Earth and an Ek'col to boot, even more importantly, Tyhry simply thought that Naseh was very cute. Tracing through the database, Tyhry quickly found that Naseh was married. With a swelling sensation of growing lust, Tyhry hacked into a website that held images from Nasehs wedding. Then, almost miraculously, Tyhry discovered Naseh's father in law... exactly the kind of older man that Tyhry had been searching for as a potential date for Rylla. 

His name was Lahs and like Naseh, he was tall and had distinctive Ek'col features. Tyhry carefully examined several images of Lahs and tried to imagine how Rylla would react to being set up with Lahs for a meeting at Futurescape. The only problem was, Lahs was not in the Futurescape database and had apparently never patronized the club. 

Vision of the Ek'col.

At that moment, Tyhry could clearly picture in her mind a future time when Rylla and Lahs would be together, engaged in sexplay. Tyhry briefly contemplated the idea that she had some access to the Sedron Time Stream, but her thoughts did not linger on that fascinating concept because she was now quite sexually excited and determined to find a way to meet the lovely Naseh. Tyhry told herself: Love at first sight!

Tyhry went back to looking at images of Naseh and hit pay-dirt when she was able to access her husband's phone which had hundreds of x-rated images of Naseh. Soon enough, with the help of her trusty vibrator, Tyhry had given herself three vaginal orgasms while viewing images of Naseh's sexy body. Tyhry began to question her belief that Naseh was genetically flawless. Firstly, Naseh had two wicked scars on her abdomen. Secondly, it looked like Naseh's urethra passed right through the glans of her clitoris. The urethral opening was clearly visible in several closeup images of Naseh's erect glans, which other than the urethra, reminded Tyhry of her mother's Neanderthal-style clitoris.

Now, with her hypertrophied tryp'At vaginal muscles reflexively rippling with powerful contractions, Tyhry's penis was once again fully erect and she achieved another penile orgasm which sent spurts of her hot semen flying up above her head. Just then, Anthony came into Tyhry's room. The replicoid lifted Tyhry out of her chair, tossed her face down on her bed and Anthony proceeded to provide Tyhry with an allzaurish orgasm.

Tyhry showing off for Naseh.

In the warm aftermath of that sensational allzaurish orgasm, Tyhry was at least temporarily sexually satiated. She kissed the tip of Anthony's big penis and then went back to her desk and her computer and further investigated Naseh and her family. Tyhry made the startling discovery that Naseh was part of a UFO cult called the Alien Research Network. Members of the ASN believed they carried alien genes. Even more startling for Tyhry was the fact that Naseh had moved to Arizona as part of an on-going effort to find Tyhry's father, Eddy. 

Now certain that she needed to protect her parents against the ASN, Tyhry quickly composed a message to Naseh, proposing that they meet. She included in the message: "I know where Eddy lives. I'm his daughter." Tyhry included an image of herself that was provocatively labeled, "World's best hacker."

Tyhry was being distracted by Anthony's spicy semen which continued to leak out of her still tingling allzaurish. After sending off the message to Naseh, Tyhry turned and saw that Anthony was there on her bed, his big erection pointing upwards. Anthony said, "Zeta asked me to return to her room after I got you tucked in for the night."

However, Tyhry was not planning on getting to sleep anytime soon. Responding to a telepathic call from Tyhry, the Tyhry replicoid returned from the RSS and seemed delighted to find Anthony erect and sprawled across the bed. The Tyhry replicoid jumped on the bed and with one hand she took hold of Anthony's big penis and with her other hand she stroked his massive testes. Tyhry was planning to sneak out of the house and try to meet up with Naseh. Tyhry told Anthony, "I need you to distract Zeta. I'll be back in time for breakfast."

The Tyhry replicoid already had her mouth on Anthony's erection, licking up some of his spicy semen. Now she pulled her mouth off of his hot glans and she complained to Tyhry, "Allow me a turn with Anthony before you run off."

anti-gravity aircar

Tyhry handed her replicoid copy her big vibrator. "There's no time for that, my dear, just entertain yourself with this vibrator." Tyhry could telepathically sense that Zeta was waiting rather impatiently for Anthony to return to her. She pointed in the direction of Zeta's bedroom and ordered, "Anthony, go." Tyhry used some of her clothing nanites to assemble her tight-fitting body wrap that concealed her two lower breasts and then she carefully tucked her penis back into its compartment inside her body, beside her vagina.

Anthony went to Zeta's bedroom and then after about five minutes, when Zeta was maximally distracted by her next orgasm, Tyhry slipped out of the garage, driving her new car. Just then, a reply arrived from Naseh who agreed to meet Tyhry at the botanical garden in town. 

Confident that her replicoid had prepared the car with long-range radar, Tyhry activated the anti-gravity system that she had installed in the car. Two slim wings folded out, each with a set of small ultra-high-speed propellers. Tyhry made it to town in fifteen minutes and arrived at the gardens a few minutes before Naseh. Tyhry landed on a quiet side-street and the wings retracted. A minute latter, she parked her car at the main entrance of the gardens.

The walking trails of Botanical Gardens were open around the clock, but it was late and there were only a few cars in the parking lot. Having hacked into her phone, Thyry was tracking Naseh as she approached. Tyhry got out of her car and waved to Naseh as she pulled into the parking lot. 

As Naseh got out of her car, Tyhry called, "Let's walk." Wanting no recognition or identification, Naseh was wearing a party mask that hid much of her face. Tyhry let Naseh down a path to a greenhouse that contained tropical rain forest plants. Once inside the steamy greenhouse, Tyhry stopped walking and seemed intent on visually examining Naseh's features. Naseh was also just as carefully examining Tyhry. Naseh reached out and slid her fingers through Tyhry's gorgeous nanite-generated hair and then touched the tip of Tyhry's ear where there was a slight notch.

Naseh in the garden.

Finally, Naseh could not restrain her desire to ask questions. "Who are you, really? Your ears have the mark of someone with a tryp'At gene pattern."

Tyhry shrugged. "I don't really want to tell you my name, but I am tryp'At... I'm Eddy's daughter."

"You are Tihri?" Naseh sighed. "Pardon me if I doubt you, but I need some kind of proof."

"What... do you really think I faked that photograph of my bonus cleavage?" Tyhry dissolved the clothing nanites that covered her abdomen, revealing her second row of breasts. She told Naseh, "Like you, I have alien gene patterns. I've learned how to over-ride the Phari-endosymbiont with advanced medical nanites so that I can selectively express some aspects of my tryp'At phenotype."

Naseh ran her hands over both sets of Tyhry's breasts, convincing herself that they were real. "So it is true, Eddy is tryp'At?"

Tyhry giggled and allowed her clothing nanites to cover up her extra breasts. "As you know, our alien genes don't come with an instruction manual. I think Eddy is tryp'At, but through the wonders of his developmental control nanites, his physical form is that of a conventional Earthling. It is only recently that I've started performing an experiment to reclaim my natural body form... hence the extra breasts. Even my parents are not aware of that experiment."

Naseh was thinking about her own alien features; the two small, sub-dural nipples that she had on her abdomen. She asked, "Will you take me to your father?"

"No, I can't do that. In fact, I'm violating my parent's secrecy rules by revealing myself to you. However, I think your family and mine need to work together." Tyhry reached out and ran her finger's through Naseh's hair. "And besides, I find you incredibly attractive. I can't help wondering if you are telepathically playing with my emotions."

"Telepathy?" Naseh seemed surprised. "You are a telepath? Tell me what I'm thinking."

Tyhry plays with clothing nanites.

"Sadly, I can't connect to your mind. I guess we have different patterns of brain activity."

Naseh said, "If you are not willing to lead me to your father, then why did you contact me?"

Tyhry explained, "You don't trust me. I don't trust you. I want your family to get to know mine. We'll learn about each other and learn to trust each other. I really mean it: we need to work together." Tyhry explained her plan that they meet at the Futurescape on Saturday night.

The two women walked back to the parking lot. Naseh said, "I'll think about it. You know I'm going to try to find out who you are and where you live."

"Yes, I expect that. See you Saturday... that's our first step towards trust."

"I have not agreed to meet you at the Futurescape club."

Tyhry opened the door of her car. "I'll expect to see you there. Bring along your husband and his dad. I'll bring my mom and two other members of my family." Tyhry looked around the parking lot and then got into her car. She had one more trick up her sleeve, another way to try to impress Naseh. Tyhry activated the anti-gravity system that she had in her car and drifted away into the night sky above Naseh.

Coming Soon: Part 5 of City on the Edge of Tomorrow.  

Next: Tyhry the nanotechnycian.

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