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"You seem to be enjoying yourself," she observes.

"Mmmm," I respond dreamily. "Very much so."
"You do remember that you are married, don't you?"
"Nat would not begrudge me this," I say. I think. I hope...
"If I asked you to runaway with me," she surmises. "I don't think you would refuse."
"I - well - ummm."
"I have no desire to come between you and Natalie," she explains. "I am enjoying your company."
"I wish this would never end," I admit.
"Your microrecorders have been deactivated," she tells me, "and I will be eliminating this portion of your visit from your memory when you depart."
"But I have never been happier," I whine.

"The state of my psionics is such that, even with strict control, I generate haze of desire. It's one reason I have to be apart from humanity."
"The other reasons?" I ask. Still wanting her more than anything.
"The Local Group needs me," she says. "It's a full time career."
"The Local Group," I say incredulously. "The 54 galaxies of which the Milky Way is one of."
"Fifty-six, actually," she tells me. "And, yes, that Local Group."
"All by yourself," I wonder, "you regulate the lives of how many..." I start calculating in my head.
"You're not far off," she tells me. 2.04×10^29 sentients."
"Why are you here now, dancing with me?"
"Your galaxy needed us to meet, so I could give you the power to reset things," she tells me. "And our time together was a nice couple of hours."
"Take me with you," I say. "Please."

"Sweet Monica," she says, brushing my hair out of my eyes. "The experience would change you."

"You make it sound like a bad thing."
"You would be intoxicated by my presence," she tells me. "Your desire each day would be to be in my presence and nothing else."
"You make it sound like a bad thing."

"Monica," she laughs. "You have much to do for the good of your galaxy. I cannot be everywhere simultaneously. Even I have limits. I'm counting on you to use your intelligence, wisdom and abilities in this galaxy." She walks me back to Timeslip One. "Before you leave - " and she takes me into her arms, giving me the embraces and kiss to end all embraces and kisses. Breathless after that and clearly hazed by the experience, I'm barely aware as she leads me to the pilot station. "These effects will clear up when you depart. Good-bye, Sweet Monica."
"I love you," I say.
She smiles and then she disappears and Timeslip One is in orbit over the Arctic Ocean. And I was... what was I thinking? That's right. The power. Gift of the wonderful Teknomancer.
I wish I had gotten to know her better. She seemed very nice.

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"You seem to be enjoying yourself," she observes.

"Mmmm," I respond dreamily. "Very much so."
"You do remember that you are married, don't you?"
"Nat would not begrudge me this," I say. I think. I hope...
"If I asked you to runaway with me," she surmises. "I don't think you would refuse."
"I - well - ummm."
"I have no desire to come between you and Natalie," she explains. "I am enjoying your company."
"I wish this would never end," I admit.
"Your microrecorders have been deactivated," she tells me, "and I will be eliminating this portion of your visit from your memory when you depart."
"But I have never been happier," I whine.

"The state of my psionics is such that, even with strict control, I generate haze of desire. It's one reason I have to be apart from humanity."
"The other reasons?" I ask. Still wanting her more than anything.
"The Local Group needs me," she says. "It's a full time career."
"The Local Group," I say incredulously. "The 54 galaxies of which the Milky Way is one of."
"Fifty-six, actually," she tells me. "And, yes, that Local Group."
"All by yourself," I wonder, "you regulate the lives of how many..." I start calculating in my head.
"You're not far off," she tells me. 2.04×10^29 sentients."
"Why are you here now, dancing with me?"
"Your galaxy needed us to meet, so I could give you the power to reset things," she tells me. "And our time together was a nice couple of hours."
"Take me with you," I say. "Please."

"Sweet Monica," she says, brushing my hair out of my eyes. "The experience would change you."

"You make it sound like a bad thing."
"You would be intoxicated by my presence," she tells me. "Your desire each day would be to be in my presence and nothing else."
"You make it sound like a bad thing."

"Monica," she laughs. "You have much to do for the good of your galaxy. I cannot be everywhere simultaneously. Even I have limits. I'm counting on you to use your intelligence, wisdom and abilities in this galaxy." She walks me back to Timeslip One. "Before you leave - " and she takes me into her arms, giving me the embraces and kiss to end all embraces and kisses. Breathless after that and clearly hazed by the experience, I'm barely aware as she leads me to the pilot station. "These effects will clear up when you depart. Good-bye, Sweet Monica."
"I love you," I say.
She smiles and then she disappears and Timeslip One is in orbit over the Arctic Ocean. And I was... what was I thinking? That's right. The power. Gift of the wonderful Teknomancer.
I wish I had gotten to know her better. She seemed very nice.