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Monique loved the intimate sensation of having herself in Xlotl and Xlotl in her. They
were linked up like fractal puzzle pieces, with as much of their surfaces in contact as
possible. In the deepest cracks of their linkage, their skins opened up so that their bodies
could exchange small wet seeps of imipolex, carrying along cells of their symbiotic fungi
and algae. The more often two moldies embraced in this sexual manner, the more their
bodies came to resemble each other.

The pleasure of contact reached an intense crescendoтАФan orgasm, reallyтАФand then the
moldies slipped into puddle shapes so that their algae could soak up as much sun as
possible.
"Oh, that was yummy," sighed Monique. "We're getting so tight with each other, Xlotl. If
we can buy the imipolex, we'll be ready to have a baby soon."

After having sex enough times, two moldies would buy the necessary imipolex plastic for
a new body and fuck it into new life, creating a child infused with some combination of the
parents' lichens and software. The plastic was expensive and could only be purchased
from one of two or three large human-run companies with money earned (or stolen) from
the fleshers. Like it or not, the moldies and the fleshers were uneasily allied, even though
some moldies were capable of invading human brains and some humans were willing to
burn moldies in pools of alcohol.

"It's gonna take a while to earn the dough, what with the crummy wages we're getting,"
chirped Xlotl cozily. "But we're having fun anyway, ain't we?" The foam lapped about
them and Xlotl snuggled himself against Monique, making sure that they touched all along
the edge that separated their two puddles. For a moment Monique slipped into sleep and
started to dream. About whales. But then a bold wave splashed her and she was back
awake. Something was wrongтАж oh yes.
"Xlotl, omigod, I forgot to tell you! This cheeseball in Room 3D is like coming on to me?"

"No kidding? A cheeseball?"
"For sure. I'm about to like clean the room and he's standing there behind the glass
waving to me. Beckoning me? Just then you called and I jammed down here. I don't want
to go back."

"Aw, go on in there and take him for every cent he's worth, Momo. Andrea taught us how
to do it yesterday."
"I'm scared. And, Xlotl, don't you think it's a negative thing to trash a dook's brain and
then make him like die? I mean of course it's only a flesherтАж but don't you ever flash that
information is sacred? Even a flesher cheeseball's brain?"
"Honey, it balances out. A dog is sacred, a DIM is sacred. Everything's sacred. But with
this mark's money we can have a child right away and use our own money to get
ourselves retrofits. Like Andrea does. Hell, we can have two, three children and
rejuvenate ourselves if your dook is well fixed. All this fine moldie consciousness for the
cost of one less flesher? I'd call that a net gain of information. Move in on him, baby!"

"I'm like undecided? Let's fab about something else. How's Los Trancos today?"

"Same sleazy dive. This morning I had to goose the loaf of wendy meat with hormones to
make it grow faster. All the tourists are gobbling it. I think they ain't got that brand
outside of California yet."