...what is all this?" I said. I was still trying to put thingstogether."Well, let's just call it an experiment. I had a colleague who I'd beenworkin... with, trying to marry the human mind with robotics. He'd gottena lot further than anyone knew, even me. I'd heard he'd been killed inan automobile accident, so imagine my surprise when he walked into myoffice a few weeks later. But it wasn't actually him, merely an androidthat had been programmed with his voice, his mannerisms, his thoughts. They didn’t even tell him they were in the city. Deepanwita and Maggie Deepanwita lay on the bed reading through her textbook and making notes, her skirt, panties, shoes, and socks scattered across the floor. A naked Maggie kissed her way slowly over the sole of the Indian woman’s foot, then the heel and along her calves to the hollow of her knees. She would devotedly kiss all the way up the long, elegant dark golden legs, indeed she would kiss anywhere she was commanded to by her Owner. This. She had her arms crossed tightly at her waist, with her elbows cupped in her palms. Nor was she aware of the number of times he looked up from his work to examine her, from head to toe.He was not immune to the charms of a woman. They pursued him if only for his size, a challenge to some women to see if the old adage of what was behind a man's zipper was relative to the size of his hands and feet. Or he was pursued as a man, available to pampered women who were not satisfied by what they found. Not satisfied with what I have currently.In a crash of blinding red light, you awoke. Standing majestically upon the altar that once housed the arcane prison that suspended you in time, your eyes adjusted to the sight of the familiar gloomy chamber around you. It was the place where those impudent brats had entrapped you with their loathsome trickery, this specially sealed room of roughly hewn obsidian pillars and clusters of magic crystals forming upon the walls. You remembered that they were.