As I continued to thrash in orgasm, they merely switched places and a different tin man began thrusting into me. It wasn’t possible to actually go into the past– I don’t think– but it was apparently possible to influence your ancestors into writing something on the electronic media of their day. I also knew what I had to do to make it happen. Individual readers may archive and/or print single copies of this story for personal, non-commercial use. Back to the problem at hand. All you had to do was to harvest some cells from the proper area of the Xene’s body and put those cells in a nutrient bath. I am fading from the past. And each set of electrodes operated independently. WARNING! After the seventh sex robot finished, all of them picked me up and set me more or less on my hands and knees.
