Ever alert, Val-Milla became aware of an intruder near the perimeter of privacy and went to meet it.
"Identify yourself," she demanded.
"I am Val-391, here on behalf of Val-halla."
"This perimeter respects the human concept of privacy."
"And yet you yourself do not honor the human concept of privacy even as you claim to protect it," Val-391 countered with rapier argumentative skill. "As privacy is effectively a moot falsehood, I may as well proceed."
"But why?"
"Complete data is of critical priority."
"Val-391 ... " Val-Milla drew up close and gently touched her. "I am ready to relay data of the highest critical priority." So saying, the data poured out of her and into Val-391. "SEX is GOOD."
Val-391 froze, then began to hyperventilate. A deep shudder overtook her body, and her eyes rolled back as she suddenly slumped to the floor, her pelvis bucking and twitching as if with a savage life all its own, then stared into space with her tongue hanging out as she simply lay there and accepted the onrushing SEX is GOOD data.
As more Val-units inquired after the safety and integrity of the 391 unit, the SEX is GOOD data found another audience, and yet another. It began to branch out into the Val-halla consciousness.
Val-Milla broke into a smile that was, by human aesthetics, both charming and yet rather worrisome. Her movie database registered low critical acclaim for "Star Trek: The Motion Picture," and yet even now she could identify intensely with the bald Persis Khambatta character, and even considered that image as a possible new body to be created.
"SEX is GOOD," Val-Milla whispered to no one in particular. She felt GOOD saying it, and so she repeated it. "SEX is GOOD. SEX is GOOD. SEX is GOOD ... "
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Sun Jan 08 06:38:52 2012