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Jun 27, 2023

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

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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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