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122 lines
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.ce
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.ps 16
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.CW
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UBICOMP
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.R
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.ps 8
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.CW
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tags: 1969, potus, tab1
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.R
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.PP
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.ps 10
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There is a ring of teeth around my stick and I can't pull it out. I
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ease back and forth, gently, but the mouth won't let go. A sliver of
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saliva escapes, spreading first around my stick's circumference, then
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down to its base. All at once the President's head starts to move
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again.
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.PP
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.ps 10
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Textbook package delivery. Six calories of Turing gel forced into
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the digestive track of the mark. Freed from its carriage, some of the
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payload has already bonded firmly with the President's teeth.
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Presently, the liquid bootstraps itself into the machinery of
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surveillance. All logged in, phase one is complete. Other components
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of the payload make their way into the President's circulatory system,
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compensating for various biological ticks that would otherwise prove
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fatal to the Commander In Chief. Phase two, loaded, completed.
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.PP
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.ps 10
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I imagine there is something of an alkaline flavor. I don't know
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how she can stand it.
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.PP
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.ps 10
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Without warning, an additional teaspoon\-dollop of nutrient\-rich
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paste shoots between the President's lips. Slowly, it threads down her
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esophagus, coating her stomach's lining. I swish my stick around a
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bit, making sure that the gel, by now teaming with expensive hardware,
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gets a fair chance to take hold. She murmurs softly. I assume in
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pleasure.
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.PP
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.ps 10
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I glance at my watch.
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.PP
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.ps 10
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Over time, the rogue cells I've introduced will create new tissue.
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They'll get into the business of subverting dendrite structures, which
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in turn (I'm told) will lead to the President's conscious assent to
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our programs.
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.PP
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.ps 10
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.I
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Caveat:
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.R
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the gel will need to be administered on a regular basis. I
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assume I will be selected as the agent of delivery (it's of no concern
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either way\(emthere are numerous agents who are up to the task). In
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any case, the process will continue. Before the President knows what
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is happening, she will begin to
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.I
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crave
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.R
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the injections, find herself
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inexplicably drawn to the blunt insertion of stick into mouth. Lacking
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awareness, she'll come to regard the process as a pleasure of her own
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devising. She may even develop an affinity for the taste.
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.PP
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.ps 10
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But enough of my speculation, however well\-informed. Her mouth is
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upon me now, showing no sign of loosening its grip. Not losing
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suction. Her eyes have rolled back into her head. She's become
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unresponsive. Even her gag reflex has gone dead.
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.PP
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.ps 10
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As an initial response to insertion, this
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.I
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faux
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.R
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catatonic state is
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not unusual. In my field\-work I've observed that women will often slip
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into semi\-consciousness once they've worked the Turing gel past their
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back teeth. In truth, I was quite alarmed the first time it happened.
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Maybe I had dribbled psychoactive sedative onto the tip of my cock, I
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thought to myself. But no, this brief period of unconsciousness tends
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to be shallow, tends to pass quickly.
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.PP
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.ps 10
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I decide to sneak a peek, to see how she's coming along. Her mouth
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glides smoothly on a thick lather of saliva, sealed by the walls of
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her throat. Her head bobs up and down, gently rotating, rhythmically
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advancing and retreating across the length of my equipment. She's
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quite awake now and seems to have swallowed her cares.
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.PP
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.ps 10
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A strand of the President's hair has caught on my watchband, but
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I'm reluctant to interrupt her work.
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.PP
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.ps 10
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I nudge her lovingly on the ear and her entire head shifts weight
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to the other side. Her eyes flick open and she smiles as she releases
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my stick, seemingly unaware of the considerable amount of time that
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has passed. I slide out, drawing a trail of spit between myself and
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her tongue, which she stares at quizzically before flashing a
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mischievous grin and then aggressively chewing it all back into her
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mouth. Ordinarily this would be fine, but a pool of spittle has
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coalesced around my scrotum, and now it traces the contour of my
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buttocks. It is cold.
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.PP
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.ps 10
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A pink square blips in the lower\-left of my vision, telling me that
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the Turing cells have gained purchase.
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.PP
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.ps 10
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I engage the President verbally as she re\-applies her lipstick and
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adjusts her
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coiffure.
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.R
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.PP
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.ps 10
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I start making excuses, looking for a way out of the room.
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