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| conversation with, ‘I certainly do. I speak English very well.’ Torry was astonished but not me. This was the clincher. Someone was playing a gag on us. I rushed toward her and she saw the fury in my charge and tried to back away but I grabbed her shoulders and invaded her space. ‘This is a con, isn’t it? What kind of game are you playing and who taught you English?’ I wasn’t really as angry as I pretended to be, I just knew that this sudden attack was the quickest way to flush the truth out of someone. ‘Poppa,’ she said. ‘Poppa taught me.’ I could tell by the frightened expression on her face she was telling me the truth. But who was Poppa? And then it came to me. ‘Oh, I get it. You’re a robot. You got gears and wires inside you right? Look at her, Torry. She’s some spacer’s wet dream. We’ve been set up by those aster-miners. They throw the seeds around, “You guys seen any Starbabes riding on asteroids lately?” And then they send a robot after us to clinch the gag.’ ‘That’s an awful lot of trouble for a gag.’ ‘Then how do you explain her? Naw, she’s a robot.’ The accusation worked. She became very indignant at the implication that she was not a living creature. I was hoping she would slip with some comment that would give us a clue that would unravel the mystery before us. Well, she did and in a very big unexpected way. ‘I’m not a machine. I’m alive. See.’ With the dexterity of a strip teaser she dropped the top of her garment and exposed her luscious fun bags for us to see. Without hesitation I lunged at them, pink nipples and all, and gave them a hearty squeeze. They were as soft and supple as I had hoped they would to be. My finger pressed into them as if they were foam pillows. I expected her to jump back but she stood her ground because she had something to prove. ‘Do you feel any gears?’ she asked. ‘Nope. I’m convinced.’ ‘Then would you mind letting them go?’ |
 
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