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.They wereoffering her a full professorship, with unlimited access to remote observations, the chance to direct herown research program!I'll need a new name, she mused, something to separate me from the old life I'm leaving behind.Nomore am I a creature of the Institute.Who shall I be? I want to blend in.Jiang.Jana! That's it! Dr.Jana Li Hu, Chinese-Canadian asterologist.No, a faint voice whispered.You have a name.Your real name is a good enough label.Hua-hung.She changed her mind.No! I am Jana! I've been Jana for half of my life! She sobbed in her eternal darkness and, for just amoment, swore that she could feel the slow crawl of tears worming their way across the ruined landscapeof her frozen face.What was it?Impossible.Li-jiang was a hundred years old.She lay on a silken divan surrounded by a diffuse gauze of sea-greenmosquito netting somewhere in the tropics.She was immortal and the endless life served her well.Shewas gifted by eternal youth and had become completely given over to the pleasures of the flesh that hadtried to claim her since childhood.The advances of surgery had changed her, augmenting her beauty until it was an unearthly thing.Between her legs there was a great iridescent flower of flesh.She had become a perfect androgyne , ableto take enjoyment wherever she would.The flower would open to accept men or compress for the swiftpenetration of compliant women.She used them by the dozen, reeling her ancient way through athousand and more orgasms in a single day.They fed her, bathed her, and she never had to stir from the airy, gently swaying bed that was herhome.The great people, the famous ones, came to enjoy her uniqueness from all over the inhabiteduniverse.In the distances a great hard squid lurked, waiting its turn.She sought the discharge of itsanchorelleswith breathless anticipation.She used her experiences at a prodigious rate, secure in theknowledge that the universe was truly infinite, that all the newnesses could never be exhausted.In the hot confines of her darkness Jana cried, pleading for death to end the torture, for the world toturn her loose and let her fall end over end down into the vast night of nonbeing. She awoke.Through the thin skin of her closed eyelids the world was a sea of light.She felt her lips curve in anunfamiliar smile.She sighed, and the resonances of her breath sounded strange.Her chest felt light,somehow tighter, as if the negligible weight of her small breasts was gone, amputated.Maybe they havebeen.The extremities would have taken the most damage, she thought.She stirred, and felt that her limbs were still there, all her fingers and toes accounted for, still willing towiggle.They felt strange and angular, longer and thinner than they had been.Prostheses? Am I back onEarth? No.She felt the lightness of Ocypete's hold.Her hips felt wrong.Narrow.The legs seemed connected at the wrong angle, far too acute.Sheseemed bony.She sighed again, listening to the hoarse rasp.Might as well face it now, she thought.Iwonder what this lump between my legs could be? Probably a catheter.I must be pretty sick.She opened her eyes and Brendan Sealock's dead face swam into view, smiling at her.Oh! Shelurched upward, off balance, and clutched him to her nonexistent bosom in a fierce hug.Strong emotion,unfamiliar emotion, washed over her.To see him once again! She felt a powerful desire to pull him downon her, to feel the swift penetration of his burgeoning manhood, to submit herself to his will.She buried her face in his chest and said, "I knew you'd come in time, beloved!" in a voice far toodeep.Jana's screams seemed to echo for hours in the cold spaces of the CM.Her horror on awakening tofind herself bothdead and changed was uncontrollable, a raving madness of whirling motion that broughtthem down on her in moments.Her wild, glaring rage out of Demogorgon's lost eyes took them awayfrom her, transformed her to a thing, and seemed to make them all impersonal and remote.It transferredthem all into the past for a brief time.Lightly sedated, she went to sleep for a time, dreamless, and awoke, as always, alone within herself.She lay there in her bed, hunkered down in the warm, drowsing comfort that fills in the chasms of aslow awakening.I had the strangest dream, she whispered to herself, a slight smile marking the lines ofher face.How bizarre I can be at times, how artistic! One of her hands drifted across the expanse of softsheets warmed by body heat and touched a soft flank, her own.She rubbed her fingers across the gentleflesh and her smile broadened.Now, she thought.The hand lifted upward of its own accord anddescended on her abdomen.It drifted across a delicate expanse, headed for her groin, intent on the softpleasures of sleepy masturbation.The fingers glided through a dense tangle of crisp, curling hair, feelingfor the sensitive skin of swelling labia, for the moistness of engorging tissues and.Her eyes snapped open to stare hard at the ceiling rimmed with stark whiteness, and her breathingquickened, expressing itself in short gasps of renewed terror.No dream.She felt herself again and shuddered
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