"Not necessarily."Not necessarily. The feedback on sexuality is different. Unpredictable. You may have testosterone. How her brain processes those perceptions as they are fed to her ISP is unpredictable. It may encourage her own sexual response. I can't predict with any degree of accuracy what may happen. You may get a positive feedback loop, you may not." He shrugged. "And you called us for this." "You're a scientist, Ken, you can appreciate my curiosity. Besides, all I want from you two is an honest report afterwards of what happened." I picked up one of the headbands on the table. "Do we have to wear these things?" "I had to install the hardware in old class-IV Brace headbands. I'm sorry. But I had to overcome a few things that your normal biocybe doesn't allow you to do. Oh, you'll also need this," he said, landing a large metal suitcase on the table. "It's the processor." I sighed. "Well, Nyss, are you up for it?" She looked at me querulously and said, "Are you?" "Sure," I said with a smile. Her reply was a smirk, pulled to the left. "I think I could try it." "Now the first problem," Dick said, dismissing our willingness as 'not a problem,' "is getting you to accurately control her body and getting you to accurately control his." He waved his hands wildly to indicate who he was talking about. "So go home and try it out." We returned home. Inside, I turned to her and said, "Are you sure you want to do this? I mean, you're not a regular user of biocybe anyway." She shrugged and said, "It'll be different. I at least want to try it." I nodded and sat down in the easy chair next to the coffee table. |