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fantasy story of Rika Ando :
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And there's more; we're shipping mucky books."
"Pardon?"
"Erotica, Pornography, Holovids and Simstim's of reproductive
behaviour."
"You're kidding!"
"No, it's on the beam! Apparently out on the mining colonies there
are nowhere near enough Stepfords or real females to go round and a
chronic shortage of reading literature; first out there with some good
clean fun is going to make a killing!"
"Let me guess: chronic imbalance between the sexes out there"
"Eight hundred to one at the last count; one hour with a Stepford
sets you back five hundred Galcreds."
"Szjat!"
"So you see, plenty big Galcreds for Mr Archangel if he gets there
first, and plenty big rakeoff for pretty leopard, pretty dolphin and
not-so-pretty human into the bargain."
I shook my head, smiling at Sliandra's favourite way of referring to
her crew. "Why aren't we shipping Stepfords instead."
"Two reasons I can think of," said Sliandra, licking Rika's left forepaw
and
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