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Juxtaposition Piers Anthony Adept #03 CHAPTER 1 Clef I could give you some sleepfog, the lady robot said. You stayed awake all night researching, and the Game is this afternoon. You have to rest. No dmgsl Stile snapped. Better to be keyed up than fogged out. Better yet to be rational, she said. He shook his head, looking at her. She was so exactly like a woman that most people never realized the truth. Not only could she function in all the ways of a living human female, she was extremely well formed. Her hair was a sun-bleached brown, shoulder length; her lips were full and slightly tinted, kissable; her eyes were green be hind long lashes. She was the sort of creature rich, lonely men obtained to gratify their private passions more per fectly than any real woman would. But Stile knew her for what she was, and had no passion for her. This is one time I wish I could just dick off the way you can. I wish I were flesh, she said wistfully. She was pro grammed to love him and protect him and she was abso lutely true to her program, as a machine had to be. Come on Ill put you to sleep. She took Stiles head in her lap and stroked his hair and hummed a lullaby. Oddly enough, it worked. Her body was warm and soft, her touch gentle, and he had complete faith in her motive. Stile was dose to few people and he tended to feel easier around machines. His tensions slipped away and his con sciousness followed. He found himself dreaming of the time several days before, when he had passed the Platinum Flute on to the musician Clef and guided the man across the curtain. In this dream he followed Clefs consciousness, not his own. 1 2 juxtaposition Somehow this did not seem strange. Stile had felt an instant and deep camaraderie with the man when they played music together. Stile himself was highly skilled with a number of instruments, but Clefs musical ability amounted to genius. It had been impossible to remain aloof from a person who played that welL Clef had never been t