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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