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>>14756626

>Marq turned from the terminal and caught a glimpse of his doll in her half-open drawer. "She" was a quasi-living, speaking paracoita (a name given to such devices by an ancient writer named Wolfe, who speculated vastly about Earth's future), an almost ludicrously buxom product of the sex laboratories of Yoni Island, on Nightwing in the Ross stars. Driven beyond endurance by abstinence early in his first voyage, Jean had purchased the grotesque artifact. She was a low-level android designed to perform coitus on demand. "Better than Lefty"s sister", the vulgarians of Yoni had said of their product. But Marq, shamed by what he had done, never used her. She rested in her transparent case, a plastic sepulcher decorated with erect phalluses and gaping labia.

I am still being amazed by what is written in this book

GLORY

Anyone read this? So far its incredibly great.
2nd hand bookstore 3.50 euro.