The three of us managed to calm him down—though the professor and I had to calm Madison’s appetite, as well. Then, wrapped in a bedsheet, she lured him slowly toward the lab as the professor and I held each of his arms. The temptations she used to motivate him—a quick flash of leg, a slow suck of her thumb, a tight hug of the sheet against her backside—it was a wonder we managed to control not only the double, but ourselves.
“It is absolutely imperative that the transistor become operational,” the professor said as we set the double to sleep in the hibernation bath. “Charlie?”
“A couple days,” I said. “It’s close.”
“One day,” the professor barked, but then, uncomfortable with his stern tone, he added “as soon as you can.”
“As for you, Miss Lounds, I cannot stress enough how vital it is to resist any and all temptations.”
“Me?” Madison said. “I didn’t have much say in the matter!”
“Orgasms can have wild effects on the brain waves of these clones, to say nothing of the ethical implications.”
“Did you see me rip my own clothes off, Charlie?”
“Well you raise a good point, Miss Lounds, and I’m sorry, but until the transistor is up and running I must insist that you sleep in my room.”
Madison laughed.
“With all due respect, sir,” I said, “I’m not sure that you’d be much protection. It might be better if Miss Lounds bunks with me.”
“Are you the one with a doctorate in biochemical cybertronics? Neoconscious psychology?”
“We’ve shared a bed before, I just think she might be more comfortable.”
“Excuse me,” Madison said. “I will not be sleeping with either of you. I may have let myself get caught up before, but if he comes back I will calmly, firmly tell him no.” She crossed her arms, crossed her legs, and that was that. Read more »