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Time Nexus

 Below on this blog page is Part 2 of a science fiction story called The Asimov-Sagan Time Nexus. In Part 1, Isaac Asimov was taken to the future where his dangerously narrowed arteries were repaired.

Now Asimov has been returned to his original place in time and he must explain his surgical scars to his wife, Janet. Arriving from the future with Isaac is his physician, Dr. Anya Penmewly.

Upon unexpectedly discovering the beautiful Anya in her home with her husband, Janet demands to know what is going on. Anya knows that this is a critical step in her time travel mission; can she find a way to make Janet accept the intrusion of another woman into the lives of Janet and her husband? Anya's surgically-enhanced breasts are not only eye-catching, but they contain nanites from the far future and a miniature drug synthesis factory which can support her time travel mission.

Anya in the far future; 3551.

A large part of Anya's training for her  mission to the past focused on Janet and exploration of ways to control and manipulate Janet's behavior. Using the Time Machine of the Temporal Service, several copies of Janet were made and taken out of Janet's place in Time. The responses of those Janet copies to various stimuli were carefully studied. Arriving in 1981, Anya is confident that she can establish a good relationship with Janet.

When Anya goes with Asimov from the year 2046 to 1981 (see Part 1), that is not the first time that Anya has traveled in Time. For one of her training missions, Anya went into the far future in order to learn surgical techniques of the distant future and to study methods for controlling nanites. The Time Service is reluctant to deploy nanotechnology within the primitive cultures of Earth's past, but Anya is equipped with a set of special behavior-modification infites for use in emergency situations.

Anya on a field trip; 1979

During training for her mission to 1981, Anya was taken on a "field trip" to the southern coast of her native England. During that visit, Anya was able to study the culture of 20th century Earth and she also got extensive voice training so that she could speak more like a native of that time period.

It should become clear to readers that the Reality described in The Asimov-Sagan Time Nexus is not the world as we know it. In the time-line of this story, Isaac Asimov wrote Foundation's Edge in 1978 and Foundation and Earth in 1980. What other differences can you spot between the world of The Asimov-Sagan Time Nexus and our world?

Part 2 of The Asimov-Sagan Time Nexus (read Part 1)

Anya smiled seductively and told Janet, "Actually, I changed my name. I'm sorry if you find my chosen name to be silly and I hope that does not lessen your ability to appreciate my medical expertise. Please just call me Anya."

Mission to Mars

Asimov held Janet's hand gently, his eyes filled with reassurance and sincerity as he lied to his wife. "I apologize for keeping Dr. Penmewly's plan from you, my love. It was a difficult decision to make, and I wanted to ensure we had all the necessary information before causing unnecessary worry. Dr. Penmewly has assured me that this experimental surgical procedure will greatly improve my health."

Dr. Penmewly interjected, speaking softly, "Janet, I understand your concerns and I'm going to keep telling you that I understand your concerns until you believe that I understand, even if this dialog was written by a chatbot that has no understanding of anything and simply string's together mundane stock phrases in an annoying fashion that is meant to simulate the speech of human beings."

 Anya placed a hand on Janet's shoulder. "I'll be working closely with Isaac to provide the best care possible, including an innovative regimen of daily exercise." 

Anya programming nanites.

Anya slowly ran the tip of her big pink tongue around the entire curved circumference of her surgically-enhanced lips then continued, "Isaac's surgical procedure will take place in Germany, and we will spend an extended period of time there during his recovery. I will be there to support him every step of the way." Anya thought about the nature of the exercises that she had planned for Isaac and once again she licked her lips.

Anya added, "Also, I intend to keep taking deep breaths, thrusting out my surgically-enhanced breasts and saying 'support' as many time as possible during the course of this story until someone gets sufficiently sexually excited to ravish me and provide me with a well-earned orgasm!" Anya micro-injected Janet with a powerful anti-anxiety drug from the future. Janet did not even notice when Avya's nanite injector delivered the drug below her skin. The drug quickly began to alter Janet's brain function, clouding her reason and greatly increasing the chances that she would go along with anything that the sexy Anya suggested.

Prompt to Mr. Wombo:
Isaac Asimov undergoing heart surgery,
futuristic percutaneous superluminal
coronary angioplasty

Janet's gaze shifted from Asimov to Dr. Penmewly's shapely breasts. Since Janet needed more than a minute to get full aroused and was not really a fan of big breasts, she eventually shifted her gaze to Anya's pretty eyes. Janet noticed a strange mixture of emotions playing across the cosmetically altered features of the doctor's lovely face. Janet was impressed by Anya's self-confidence and Janet was amused by her own emotional response to Anya's physical beauty. 

While Janet and Anya made goo-goo eyes at each-other, Asimov felt another erection start to grow in his pants. He spoke with his voice filled with sincerity as he lied some more, "Janet, I know this is a lot to take in, and I'm sorry for the sudden surprise of it all. But I believe undergoing this surgery, immediately, or, better yet, tomorrow, pausing only briefly for you and I to have a rousing sexplay session, is the best course of action to ensure my well-being."

Janet nodded to Anya, her eyes brimming with emotion. Then she hugged Isaac tightly, enjoying the feel of his stiffening erection inside his pants. "This feels like a dream in which I can not control events... particularly my lust and the flow of my vaginal secretions. I've read the script, so I know that my behavior is being influenced by a seemingly magical human pheromone from the future which has all three of us in a sexually receptive state, but there is one think I must ask: when do you go to Germany?"  

At that moment, Anya was trying not to think too much about Janet's hot vaginal secretions since she would not get to thrust her hand deep into Janet's slippery vagina until the third part of this five part story. Dr. Penmewly told Janet, "I'll book Isaac on a flight to Germany tonight. The sooner he has the surgery the better. We don't want him having another heart attack. I'll also make a reservation for you. In one week you can come to Germany. However, I don't anticipate allowing Isaac to return to the States until about a month after the surgery."

Janet and Isaac dressed
for success by Mr. Wombo

Janet clung rather desperately to Isaac. He said, "Janet, my love, please understand that Dr. Penmewly's expertise and recommendations are vital for my health and recovery. The urgency of the situation necessitates prompt action, and I trust in her judgment. It's crucial that I undergo the surgery as soon as possible to minimize the risk of further complications, but please remember; according to the script we do get to delay the surgery long enough for us to have sex tonight."

Janet's worry deepened, her eyes searching Asimov's face for reassurance. "Isaac, I didn't realize that your condition was so serious. If this is what needs to be done to ensure your well-being, then I will be there with you every step of the way... every step, that is, except for this first incredibly dangerous step when you will have a complex experimental surgical procedure in a foreign country while I am forced to sit here alone, miserable and worried to death."

Asimov nodded as he wondered if the anti-anxiety drug that Anya had given to Janet would do the trick and cause Janet to wait at home alone for a week while he ran off to Europe with the sexy Anya. Waiting for the drug to have full effect on his wife's brain, Isaac felt compelled to repeat what had already been said in the story, a seemingly necessary part of collaborative writing with an artificial intelligence. 

In addition, he could spice things up in this boring part of the script by alluding to the future events that would finally relieve the growing sexual tension that existed between the three of them. His voice was filled with gratitude and affection as he said, "Thank you, Janet. Your support means the world to me, although not as much as the wonderful support provided by the double-D bras that Anya wears. Dr. Penmewly will arranged for your travel to Germany in one week's time. During my recovery, we will be together, except for the coming week during which I'll be all alone in Germany with the sexy Anya. But do not fret, my dear... with the help of a potent anti-anxiety drug from the future, we can get through this. You will mysteriously not want to be there in Germany with me during the period of time when you believe that I might die after my experimental surgical procedure, however, according to the paper-thin plot of this story, you will spend that week engaged in sexual fantasies about my amazingly stiff erections and Anya's cosmetically enhanced body. Meanwhile, I will have the necessary care and attention, including the promised daily exercise regimen that I am so looking forward to. Eventually, we will return home."

Plans for a new Reality.

Dr. Penmewly chimed in, her tone compassionate yet resolute. "Janet, I understand your concerns about the extended time away from your husband during this surgery and the days immediately after. Rest assured, every precaution will be taken to ensure Isaac's successful recovery. I will personally oversee his care." Anya again licked her wet, glistening lips with her unusually large tongue and she winked at Isaac. "Then, a week from now, your presence will provide immense comfort and support during his return to health... and just in case I have not said this enough times already, I really do anticipate a dramatic improvement in his health and a complete end to Isaac's erectile dysfunction that has so thoroughly frustrated you for many years now."

Janet nodded, her gaze alternating between Asimov and Dr. Penmewly. By this point in story, Janet's mind was completely under the control of the potent anti-anxiety drug and all she could think about was getting Isaac into bed. She mustered a small smile and squeezed Asimov's hand, her love, horniness and determination evident in her voice. "Isaac, we'll get through this together... except, of course, for the next week when we will be separated by an ocean. Your health is of utmost importance, and I will be by your side, except when I'm not, for no matter how long it takes to meander through this silly science fiction story." 

And with that, Janet pulled Isaac into the master bedroom and finally relieved her husband's enormous reserve of accumulated sexual tension which had been building up for weeks. From Janet's perspective, she had only been out of the apartment for an hour and upon her return, Isaac had mysteriously turned into an energized model of middle-aged virility. With the anti-anxiety drug in her system along with high levels of a sex-stimulating pheromone provided by Anya, Janet was quite eager to ravish her husband. All Isaac could do was lay back on their bed and enjoy the way that his wife made love to him with more intensity than ever before. Isaac remembered Anya's advice which she had offered a week earlier while discussing their trip to 1981 and his first sexual encounter wit Janet: Keep the lights off and your shirt on and let her do all the work.

For an hour, Anya listened to Janet's squealing cries of sexual ecstasy and reminded herself: I'm not much of a Temporal Agent if I cant wait patiently until the sounds of sexual satisfaction coming through these thin New York apartment walls comes to an end. Still, Anya was nervous. What if Isaac over-exerted himself? According to the Temporal Chart for this time travel mission, tonight was a critical time that would put Anya's surgical skills to the truest test. When Janet's moans and cries of joy finally stopped, Anya masturbated to the point of her own sweet climax and then she fell asleep on the couch while fantasizing about the days to come when she would get to have lots of hot sexplay with both Janet and Isaac.

Janet on the day when
she married Isaac.

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One month later, Isaac is feeling quite healthy and he is eager to return to the States. Asimov has arranged to meet with NASA administrator James Beggs to discuss publicity surrounding a recent interview given by Asimov in Germany. In that now published interview, Asimov called for putting people on Mars by 2015. Janet, Isaac and Anya are discussing travel plans. 

Janet voices her concerns to Anya, "Since his surgery, poor Isaac has done nothing for the past three weeks except make love to me each night, give a now world-famous television interview, write a sequel to Foundation and Earth, and religiously attend his daily exercise sessions with you, Anya. Now I'm worried that this planned trip to Washington will be too tiring for my husband and I might have to go one night without getting to enjoy his newly re-discovered sexual prowess."

Anya tells Janet, "I see no problem. We'll fly into LaGuardia, spend the night at the apartment, then we can all go by train to Washington the next day. We can't have you missing out on a single orgasm." 

Isaac was trying to convince Janet that he was ready to resume a busy schedule. "That sounds like a very solid plan, Anya... almost as solid as my rock-hard erections have been since the miraculous surgery that you performed on me. However, I must say, even as important as we feel orgasms are, the point of this story as detailed in the script is that I can't delay this trip to Washington. Meeting with Beggs will be a crucial step in advancing the cause of space exploration and garnering support for manned missions to Mars."

Anya's time travel mission.

Janet nodded, her eyes gleaming with pride. "Isaac, your passion for space exploration has always been inspiring, but the public response to that interview is astounding. I hope that your meeting with Mr. Beggs will build on all the publicity from your interview and will be a turning point in efforts to see humans set foot on Mars." Janet had the strange sensation that she was reading lines from some silly 1940s science fiction story, but she could not stop herself from saying, "It's incredible to witness the impact your words and ideas have on shaping the future." Janet asked herself anachronistically: is this corny dialog all one can reasonably expect from a chatbot that is powered by a large language model trained in 2021?

Anya interjected, her tone filled with enthusiasm as she restated the obvious for the benefit of semi-literate science fiction fans, "I'm thrilled to be a part of this journey with both of you. Flying into LaGuardia and spending a night at the apartment will give us a chance to recharge before heading to Washington, as long as we do not stay up all night having sex. The train ride will provide a leisurely and scenic journey, allowing us to discuss further plans and strategies. I'm particularly excited about this chance to observe the heavily polluted parts of New Jersey through the grungy windows of our train."

Asimov smiled warmly at his wife and his trusted physician. The whole story was unfolding like a movie script written by a goofy chatbot. "Thank you both for your unwavering support and I'd be remiss if I did not again mention the elastic support of Anya's sheer and sexy bras that keep her magnificent breasts so perky and provocative through the entire day." Isaac's only lingering frustration was from the fact that during his 'exercise' sessions with Anya, she always insisted on pleasuring him by means of oral stimulation to his genitals. 

Anya on a training mission.

Anya's excuse for continuing to put restrictions on Isaac's sexual activity was always the same: 'Isaac, you only recently had delicate surgery on several vital arteries, so just lean back and enjoy the touch of my amazing tongue and play with my bouncy boobs. I mean, seriously, Isaac, in my professional judgement, your daily vaginal sex with Janet is as much as your still-recovering arteries can take, and don't forget, for now, just let Janet always be on top. I'll let you know when you can resume using the missionary position'. 

Exiting from his fantasy about sexplay with Anya, Isaac continued, "Together, we will navigate this new frontier, not only in the warm and inviting space between the legs of my physician, but also in shaping the future of humanity's exploration and understanding of the universe. Let's make our way back to the States, armed with the knowledge, chatbot-generated stock phrases, oft' repeated cliches and determination to turn dreams of a wholly unrealistic manned flight to Mars by the year 2015 into reality." As an afterthought he added, "Or, as I should say, a new Reality for Earth, Reality with an upper case 'R', which I trust the author of this story to have linked to an information-packed glossary of terms."

An unseen narrator then interjected a voice-over:

Janet in Germany.

With their travel plans set and their spirits high, the trio prepared themselves for the journey back to the United States. The anticipation of the upcoming meeting with James Beggs and the shared commitment to advancing the frontiers of space exploration propelled them forward, united in their mission to make Asimov's vision of humans on Mars a tangible reality.

Near the start of the flight from Germany to New York, Anya gave Asimov a sedative. He hated flying and being sedated was the only way he could endure being penned up inside an airplane. And besides, as a physician Anya felt the need to give some drug to somebody every day. 

During this part of her time travel mission, Anya had very little to do each day. It was almost as if she had been included in this science fiction story for no reason other than to be a ready and willing sex partner to Isaac and Janet. And as far as handing out drugs went, with Janet over her anxiety and Isaac getting hot sex each day from two eager women, there was no need to provide Asimov with the erection-enhancing vasodilator that had been so helpful early in his recovery. Now, usually it was just a matter of Anya giving Isaac and Janet their daily dose of a human pheromone that had been discovered in the far future, in order to keep them sexually receptive. This was particularly important for Isaac who now had to keep up with both his wife's affections and also with Anya's sexual appetite, which had been enhanced and trained up almost as much as her perky surgically-enhanced breasts.

While Isaac dozed, Janet spoke to Anya about her concerns. Janet told Anya, "I've done some research. I can find no record of you ever having attended medical school. Nor could I find your family, probably not surprising since you have admitted to using a fake name. I've found no hospital in Germany that ever admitted my husband as a patient. However, with Isaac behaving like a frisky thirty-year-old, I have to believe that you are a doctor, and a good one. Now, I've said nothing to Isaac about this... yet. I insist that you tell me who you really are and what your intentions are."

Anya

Anya sighed softly, her gaze shifting from Janet to the slumbering figure of Isaac in the next seat. She had long known that this moment of confrontation would come, when the truth behind her identity and her purpose would need to be revealed. Now eager to give Janet a long-winded information dump, and also contractually obligated to take deep breaths as a way to build up sexual tension between herself and Janet, Anya licked her lips and took a deep breath and she began to speak...

"Janet, I understand your concerns, after all, I've read the script of this story and for the past month have waited for you to discover that your husband has been lying to you shamelessly. I admit that you have every right to question who I am and what my intentions are and, most importantly, if I can really use my huge tongue (which I have been regularly putting on display for you) to sexually pleasure you. I apologize for any confusion or unease my lack of personal records may have caused. As you know, chatbots are constantly apologizing for their failures, so why shouldn't I be forced to apologize for my actions, even if I am not sorry for vastly improving the historical timeline and doing my best to make it possible for humans to walk on the surface of Mars in the year 2016. The truth is, my mission and my purpose in traveling through time to 1981 are intertwined with Isaac's well-being and the future that awaits him."

Anya paused her chatbot-generated spiel for a moment, collecting her thoughts and enjoying the look of confused bewilderment on Janet's face, before continuing, "You are correct that I do not have any medical school records that I can show you. Unfortunately, the source of my medical expertise and knowledge could only be provided to you at the risk of creating a Temporal Paradox™. I must warn you not to probe too deeply into my life... our fate is tied up in a temporal nexus, we are floating close to the realm of Temporal Paradox™ and flirting with dangerous and delicate intricacies of Time itself, forcing me to say 'paradox' as frequently as possible, particularly during story dialog that involves a pair of doctors." Anya winked at Janet and added, "Not to mention the additional fact that we are flirting with each-other. Oops, I mentioned it!" Anya took hold of Janet's hand.

Anya met Janet's gaze, her eyes reflecting a mix of sincerity, lust and determination. "You see, Janet, I come from a future time when medical advancements and breakthroughs have reached a sophistication that would astonish you. In that future, the decision was made to amplify Isaac's contributions to science and space exploration, re-shaping the course of humanity's exploration of the Solar System."

The Temporal Service.

She took a moment to let her words sink in before continuing. Also, Anya had just smeared an additional, particularly potent human sex pheromone on Janet's skin, and it needed a few seconds to sink in, reach Janet's blood and spread through her body. "My purpose, as a temporal field agent, is to ensure that Isaac's influence on the space program expands as greatly as your tight little vagina does when Isaac makes love to you." Thinking about Isaac's amazing erections, Anya wiped some perspiration from her brow. "I was entrusted with the task of ensuring that Isaac will make a profound impact on the pace of manned planetary exploration." Anya's voice softened with a touch of empathy. "I understand your concern, Janet, but please believe me when I say that my intentions are rooted in the advancement of space exploration."

Anya paused and took another deep breath as specified in the script, giving Janet a moment to absorb the weight of her words and marvel at the weight that could be supported by Anya's amazingly elastic and supportive bra from the future. "I know this may be difficult to accept, but I intend to repeat this several times... so get over it... I understand your position fully because I've read and memorized the script for this story, but all that to the side, I assure you that Isaac's well-being and his future are at the heart of everything I do, even to the extent that my mission parameters involve seducing you and licking your quivering genitals. I am committed to seeing Isaac thrive and continue to shape the world with his brilliance and imagination."

Anya reached out and placed a reassuring hand on Janet's, her eyes reflecting a genuine sense of care, lust and compassion. Unable to resist using her cliche stock phrases, Anya concluded her small speech, "Janet, I know this is a lot to process, but since this little speech of mine was generated by a chatbot, I am contractually obligated to use the word "process" as many times as possible. Now, I'll answer any questions you may have. I understand your position and wish we could get on a big fluffy bed in 69 position, but for now I must address your need for transparency and provide a chance for you to build up your faith in me. Together, we can navigate the complexities of Time and ensure that Isaac's journey remains as extraordinary as it was destined to be. And I might add, I really wish there was a secluded corner of this crowded jet aircraft where I could give you really amazing oral sex, just to make sure you understand how well I was trained for this time travel mission."

Down with that!

 With two human pheromones now at ridiculously high levels in her system and making Janet horny as a bunny rabbit in spring, she mused dreamily, "Oral sex? I'm down with that! Far be it from me to pass up a chance for sexplay with a cutie like you. However..." Janet laughed nervously and told Anya, "You sound like some sort of kook at a science fiction convention. Do you really expect me to believe that you are a time traveler from the future?

Anya understood Janet's skepticism. The concept of time travel and her role as a temporal field agent must seem very far-fetched, even to someone as open-minded as Janet. She took a deep breath, thrust out her big breasts, each now tipped with a big erect nipple that could be seen jutting outward against the strained fabric of her tight blouse and replied, maintaining her calm demeanor while trying to fully activate Janet's sexual receptivity.

"I realize that what I'm about to say may sound incredible, Janet. The idea of time travel stretches the boundaries of conventional belief... almost as much as I intend to stretch the slippery walls of your vagina with my fist in just a few minutes." Anya licked her lips with her big pink tongue. "But please, hear me out. The reality of our situation is far stranger than fiction." Anya winked again at Janet. "I bet you did not think I'd dare slip that over-used line in, eh?"

Anya leaned in closer, her eyes reflecting earnestness and determination, one of her hands moving up under the hem of Janet's skirt, reflecting Anya's training in how to distract a mark with titillating sexplay. "In the future I come from, time travel, once thought to be impossible, has become possible, if limited by the constraints of Temporal Paradox™. I am a product of that future, a time when the intricacies of temporal physics have been harnessed and utilized for the betterment of humanity and to train temporal agents like me in how to manipulate people's behavior through our sexual prowess."

She paused, giving Janet a moment to process her words. "I don't expect you to believe me immediately. It is a lot to take in, and I understand the skepticism. Sure, I have a pretty big fist, but I know how to insert it gently into the body an eager female lover." Anya winked at Anya. "I implore you... look at Isaac. Look at the remarkable recovery he has made, the extended life he now has ahead of him. Also, notice the bulge in his crotch; has he ever been so prone to frequent long-lasting erections in all the years you have known him?" She patted Isaac's big erection where it pressed outwards against the fabric of his pants. "You have me to thank for that! There is a reason for all these erections, Janet, and it lies beyond the confines of your limited understanding of Time."

Anya's voice softened as she continued with hyperbolic excess, "I am here not only as a physician, but also as a guardian of Isaac's journey through Time. The implications of his continued existence go beyond what you can comprehend. His ideas, his imagination, they have the power to shape the course of humanity's future, and that is a future I am dedicated to safeguarding." 

Anya told herself; And after decades of devoting my life to a challenging medical career, I'll now actually get to have a child. We'll all be able to pretend it is Isaac's love child, made possible thanks to Isaac's rejuvenated circulatory system and his plentiful erections... and Janet's willingness to have an open marriage... which should last as long as I keep providing her with Earth-rocking orgasms.

With one hand, Anya reached out and gently held one of Janet's hands, trying to help Janet withstand the relentless stream of cliche blather that the forces of Temporal Paradox™ and neural network systems were imposing on the story. Anya's other hand was inside Janet's wet panties and stroking the older woman's hot labia. "Janet, I know this may be difficult to accept, but I ask you to trust me. Trust that my intentions are rooted in ensuring Isaac's well-being and his ability to leave a lasting impact on the world. I am here to protect him, to guide him through the uncharted territories of Time, and to ensure that his brilliance continues to shine."

Janet told Anya, "As far as I can tell from my investigation, Isaac never underwent surgery in Germany. Yet, he has scars on his chest. Once again, I ask you, please tell me what is going on and stop repeating your inane assurances that I can trust you."

Anya understood Janet's confusion and the need for a concrete explanation. She took a deep breath, gathering her thoughts before responding, fearing that Janet might start screaming in frustration at Anya's uncontrollable blather.

Unable, just then, to get her big tongue on Janet's genitals, Anya felt it was time to baffle Janet with bullshit. "Janet, what I'm about to reveal may seem astounding, but I assure you it is the truth. Isaac's surgery did indeed take place, but not in the Germany of our time. It happened in a future where medical advancements have reached unparalleled heights... achieving results that can only be measured by the metrics of non-Riemannian geometry. In that future, Isaac's coronary arteries were repaired using advanced techniques and technology that far surpass the current capabilities of medical science in 1981."

Anya paused, allowing Janet to absorb the information and be perplexed by Anya's well-rehearsed pseudo scientific misinformation. She continued, "To facilitate his surgery, we utilized a groundbreaking form of time travel. Isaac was transported to the future, where the medical expertise and resources available could ensure the best possible outcome for his condition. The scars you see on his chest are a testament to the successful procedure that took place in that future timeline. His frequent, huge erections are due to vastly improved blood flow to his erectile tissue, which I think we can both agree is a welcomed side-effect of his heart disease therapy."

Anya reached out and gently touched one of Janet's erect nipples where it jutted out proudly on her chest, offering reassurance and additional sexual stimulation. "Janet, I understand this may be overwhelming and difficult to grasp. The concept of time travel challenges our notions of reality. But I assure you, Isaac's well-being was our utmost priority. The decision to bring him to the future for his surgery was made with careful consideration and a deep understanding of the implications."

Anya's voice conveyed sincerity and empathy as she continued, "Our aim was to extend Isaac's life, to grant him the opportunity to continue his invaluable contributions to the world. In that future, he was given the chance to make a lasting impact, to inspire generations with his writing and ideas. Me, a highly financially compensated physician, abandoned my life in that future time and volunteered to come to a pollution and crime-ravaged New York City of 1981. That was a personal sacrifice made to ensure both Isaac's legacy and to promote the betterment of humanity. And just think! Along the way we can all experience some truly amazing sexual pleasure!"

She took a moment to gently finger the stiff little glans of Janet's clitoris, allowing Janet time to process the information. "Janet, I understand that this is a lot to take in, and I don't expect you to immediately accept everything I'm saying, which is why I keep repeating the same things over and over again. And sadly, there is no place in this crowded passenger cabin where we can engage in the kind of wild sexual frenzy that you and I both desire. But I implore you to look at Isaac, to witness the transformation he has undergone, both physically and mentally. The scars on his chest may have been a mystery to you, but now they should represent the hope and new possibilities."

Carefully trained to overcome
Janet's skepticism.

Janet was by now close to achieving an orgasm due to the skill with which Anya was fingering her hot wet genitals. Janet was now quite eager to get home, pull Anya into a private and secluded place and experience oral sex as delivered by a trained expert of the Temporal Service. Still, since it was there in the script, Janet complained, "I do feel like I'm trapped in a time-loop. You keep repeating the same stock phrases again and again. I want to hit a 'reset' button on the chatbot that is generating this script, but I know that you will endlessly repeat the same words again and again. Can't this repetitive dialog ever end so that we can get on with this story and reach a pleasurable ending to this unconventional sex scene?"

Anya looked around the darkened cabin of the airliner and saw that most of the passengers were asleep or trying to sleep. Anya's gaze met Janet's, her eyes filled with a mix of empathy and determination. "I am here to support Isaac, to guide him through this extraordinary journey. And I am here for you as well, Janet. Together, we can navigate the complexities of this newly-generated Reality and ensure that Isaac's path continues to shine brightly... and now that nobody is looking this way, we can finally get to the climax of this sex scene." Anya pushed her hand deep inside Janet's hot and wet vagina, causing the older woman to gasp with pleasure. "And don't forget the mind-blowing oral sex that I have promised you."

She paused, allowing Janet to gather her thoughts and catch a breath. "Please know that I am committed to transparency and addressing any concerns or questions you may have. We are on this journey together, united in our dedication to Isaac's well-being and the remarkable future that awaits him and the many orgasms we will share."

Two Realities.

Janet clung desperately to the hope that she could find a way to get some meaningful information from Anya. It was a long flight from Germany to New York and there was a very real risk that Janet would go crazy if she did not find a way to make Anya stop repeating her meaningless stock phrases. Janet said, "Anya, you really do sound delusional. However, given your extraordinary finger work and your amazing skill at fisting me, I'm going to make allowances." Janet experiences a delightful vaginal orgasm and for a minute she simply had to put her own hand inside her skirt and rub the erect glans of her clitoris.

When Janet could once more speak and with the tingling pleasure of her orgasm slowly fading and Janet still methodically massaging the walls of her vagina, she said, "Even if I were to accept your claim that Isaac traveled to the future for his surgery, you keep speaking as if you know his future. How can you possibly know our future? Are you telling me that we are trapped in some kind of time-loop, that you already know everything that will ever happen to Isaac and I going forward in our lives? I can't accept that! I need to believe that we have free will, that we can create our own futures... not just live out a future that you have already seen or that was programmed into the universe like the weighted neural networks of some silly artificial intelligence chatbot."

Anya had known that Janet would be a tough nut to crack. Even after having provided Janet with an orgasm, Janet persisted in talking sensibly and demanding answers and evidence. Unfortunately for Anya, Janet had chosen to confront Anya in a public place where Anya could not put into play her many years of training in how to give women mind-altering oral sex. Luckily, the cabin lights were quite dim and nobody seemed to have noticed that Janet had experienced a sweet orgasm. Anya pulled her wet hand out of Janet and decided it was now time for desperate measures.

Next: Part 3 of The Asimov-Sagan Time Nexus.

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