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solids, sir. They ingest metal, glass, and polymers, which is why the taser rounds don’t stick to us. But when they nanomites have exhausted their supply of consumables, they start eating synthetic fiber.”
    I tried not to show my alarm. “Will they eat us?”
    “Nothing organic, sir.”
    “You’re sure?”
    “Yes, sir.”
    I found little solace in that as my pants fell off.
    Two hallways and four locked doors later, we were outside and completely naked. Naturally, we were surrounded by cops, all firing at us like crazy. The nanomite gel continued to repel the bullets, but getting thwacked in the junk was decidedly uncomfortable.
    Sooner or later someone was going to show up with a carbon nanotube net, and I doubted the gel would be able to eat through that. Which meant we needed an escape route, and quick. But I didn’t see any way out. All I saw were more cops and guards running at us faster than I could stick them together.
    Then Alter-Vicki put her arms around my neck and straddled my waist in a way that went beyond casual familiarity.
    “Don’t you remember the plan, sir?”
    “Is the plan having sex while surrounded by cops?”
    That sounded like a crummy plan, but not entirely without merit.
    “Shoot us, then up.”
    I followed her ordeIt’s too late.”at3 seconds
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    I Grs, pinging us with the magzer beam, then firing directly overhead. Within a millisecond we were weightless, rocketing up into the air, and I was seriously questioning the intelligence behind this course of action.
    Then, just as abruptly as we accelerated, we stopped, sticking to a pad of soft grass growing on the underside of a heliplane, which hovered forty feet overhead. My back wound up flat against the foliage, and Alter-Vicki smushed on top of me, which was actually below me because I was facing the ground. Her thighs fell over mine in a natural straddle, and her bare chest pressed hard against my naked skin. Though our position was odd, it was also intimately familiar.
    She wasn’t my real wife, I reminded myself.
    But her breath on my cheek smelled like Vicki. The way she locked her ankles around mine and ground into me was also pure Vicki.
    “Base!” Alter-Vicki yelled, giving a voice command to the heliplane over the roar of Tesla lightning exploding all around us.
    The vehicle banked sharply to the right, then reversed direction, G-force pressing our bodies tighter together. This wasn’t the right situation, or woman, for me to become aroused. But I had little power over my own biology.
    Alter-Vicki noticed my response, and with a slight, expert shift of her pelvis, I was suddenly inside of her.
    Though my wife (and my Alter-wife, apparently) were SLPs, I preferred to remain monogamous. Though Vicki made a damn good living having sex with other men (and sometimes women), and insisted it was a simple biological need with no necessary emotional connotations, I had an old-fashioned streak in me that made me avoid situations where I would stray. In four years of marriage, Vicki was the only one I technically had sex with. At least, sex to conclusion.
    Alter-Vicki, just like my real wife, was a consummate pro, even hanging upside from a heliplane, cruising over the city streets. Milwaukee, like Chicago, was a no-fly zone. But it was also a no-escaping-from-prison zone. I had no doubt we were being tracked and pursued.
    But my mind wasn’t focusing on that at the moment. It was focusing on Vicki’s gyrations, and my own poor attempts at self-control.
    “Turn me on, sir,” she moaned hotly into my ear.
    “You already seem pretty tuned on.”
    When I uttered the word
on
, an incredible thing happened. Alter-Vicki’s nether regions began to vibrate. My arousal rate shot from pleasurable to somewhere near unbearable.
    I’d known about things like this, but never experienced it first-hand. My own wife had even looked into having the procedure done, but I’d talked her out of it, preferring the traditional way of making