I was practically panting on my bed when I called out, “Now, tin men! Ancestor of mine, Roberta or whatever your name is, please post this message where it will be read. Anyway, I programmed one of my android sex robots to pleasure me. drove me even higher and higher and higher. Every three years, the Xene, herself, would become “pregnant” and after twelve weeks give birth to an exact copy of herself. And somehow I managed to put this story into writing. Anyway, I programmed one of my android sex robots to pleasure me. Anyway, I programmed one of my android sex robots to pleasure me. But I digress. The amplified growth rate of Xenes meant that the progeny would be full-grown and fully functional in just two years. 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. Gradually all army and police duties were turned over to the “tin soldiers” as most people began to call them.
