Prologue.
He looked at his hard, glossy from saliva member, then disappearing, then reappearing outside. I admired these pink lips, tightly wrapping him and deftly slippery along its entire length. I looked into those big smiling eyes the color of the deep sea. He stroked her cheek and long fiery red hair as a sign of gratitude, and she closed her eyes in response and accelerated her movements, bringing him closer to the apotheosis of this whole action.

And here he is, the long-awaited and bright orgasm, which covered him with his head and filled this gentle girl's mouth with a magical man’s juice and a stomach hungry for man’s juice. He did not yet know that soon this juice would become a precious resource, because of which a long and bloody war of all with all would begin, which claimed billions of lives all over the Earth. He just thought about his new project. The project of super-weapons, for which a super-resource was needed, to the discovery of which he was so close.
The girl licked her lips and turned inappropriately low for such a tender creation with a voice to a very young yet man, but already to the doctor of sciences:
- Well, Dr. Stern, I successfully passed your test?
- Yes, yes, well done, Gian, you will participate in our experiment to extend life.

The girl smiled:
- Thank you, Dr. Stern, always dreamed of eternal life in a new body.
“It's too early for you to think about this, Gee, you're still too young and beautiful.”
- I matured early, doctor, - her face became serious, - you know yourself.
- I know. Such as you grow up early.
And he knew that after the experiment she would forget her past life and turn into a trouble-free sex doll. Sex doll with a long service life. Very, very long, as she requested.

***
Part 14. Karakol.
Jee stared at the factory through binoculars. She imagined a grand structure with a lot of pipes, workshops and fences, but in reality it was only a faceless, low, unremarkable, long, rectangular building of light gray without a single window. The fence was purely symbolic, even a child could overcome it. The only thing that gave out in it was not just a gray box, but the building where people worked was a few, barely noticeable gates and doors, through which people occasionally passed and drove or drove cars with the symbols of the factory.

Ji finally asked Dahlia:
- And how do we get there?
- The security here is purely symbolic. Hammy and I will change into a uniform and go. I have passes. And we will spend under the guise of a broken android.
“Why is the guard so weak?”
- Yes, because for more than 30 years of work of the factory, it has never occurred to anyone to penetrate it without demand. It is enough that she is in the mountains, far and isolated from the rest of the world and the whole town works for her. Yes, and steal there, except for androids, nothing special.

- But we steal, right?
- Right. They even can not notice the loss, so relaxed. Still, Tina would not pick and choose, and agreed to a chrysanthemum or a lily.
- No, she wants to stay exactly aster.
“We will find an aster, even though there are few of them here.” No wonder I work here.
- Yes, we, in the Principality, would not have allowed such insolence.
- So this is not the Principality. - Dahlia shrugged her shoulders, - The East is a delicate matter.
- And raspizdyayskoye.
- And raspizdyayskoe too. Only it is necessary to have time, until it became known about the disappeared crew of the minibus.
- And how much time do we have?
- A couple of days, I think, no less. But no more.

***
Seely, Sealy was the sixth, and the last one for today, a trimmed Satrapic member, and pushed him deeply in the throat, fingering the client's wrinkled hairy anus. She could not wait to quickly fill the last container to the brim and dump already from this damned town. Kiki was already overflowing and was waiting for her outside the door. On the last day they worked hard.
Finally, here it is, the coveted and desirable flow! That is why they organized this deadly sexual marathon. Seeley with special pleasure swallowed the last portion of Sok from Sarysh and pushed the frozen client, like a mummy, onto the floor. She had not been tormented by any remorse for a long time.

She perceived clients simply as stupid cows to be milked. Like useless, stupid dummies. Still, with such a hurry like they have in the last two days, there is no feeling for that! Helped, mostly brazen advertising salon in the local communication network. “Unprecedented discounts and new girls in the Lolo baby salon!” Read the announcement, supported by frank banners with half-naked, dancing and alluring Sealy and Kiki. But this advertisement, in addition to the indisputable plus in the form of an influx of clientele, had one undoubted minus - the local police would soon be interested in them, because prostitution was prohibited in this part of Eastern Satrapia.

Rick threw another mummy in the basement, as there was no time or desire to burn them when the doorbell rang.
“Quint, tell us what we don’t accept,” the girls had already collected their simple belongings and Sealy had already bothered to remove them herself.
“This is the police,” came Quint's voice. And already on the intercom: - only without nonsense, girls, I let them in.
The police turned out to be two: an officer, a middle-aged already, an overweight Uzbek with a hanging mustache, who introduced himself as captain Rahman, and with him a very young boy — Private Safar, nervously glancing around with his large mandarin eyes.

“What led to our officers in our glorious police at such an early hour?” - Quint was the very courtesy.
- We received a statement from Ms. Gaidullo about the disappearance of her husband, Mr. Gaidullo.
- And what have our glorious beauty and health salon?

“Mr. Gaidullo loves to look at places like yours after a sea voyage.” But usually it takes him 2-3 days, and he is no longer five, so Mrs. Gaidullo became agitated - the officer was already clearly tired of such family squabbles - did you not see him? - he showed a photo of a pockmarked, shaggy man.
“Yes, it seems he was with us the other day,” Kiki came as if from nowhere, “but went from us to Mr. Umar’s tea-house.”
“Well, after you we will visit Mr. Umar,” Rahman, folded his arms on his large stomach, “but we have a couple more questions for you, Mr. Quint.”
- I listen to you very carefully.

- Let's not beat around the bush, we know what your salon actually does. And with Mrs. Lolo we had a definite agreement.
- And what?
- One hundred thousand tenge per week and free joy for me and my partner. Especially because with me today trainee, has not yet known the joy of female caresses. I don’t have it before in my years, ”he unzipped his fly,“ I’m fine with a little one, ”and made a characteristic movement with his tongue over his cheek, winking at the girls, and more: no more advertising if you don’t want people to become more serious.

- Well, we agree. Who does your partner choose?
- Safar, come on, decide, - Rahman looked at the intern, - the girls were waiting.
Safar turned red, sweated and ran his eyes between the girls, and finally decided to point out Kiki:
- This.
She got up, took his hand, smiled seductively and led him along:
- Come with me, my young cowboy, I will teach you to go around young fillies!
When they had disappeared upstairs, Rahman looked inquiringly at Quint: they say, why are you sitting, do not interfere.
“Yes, yes, of course, Mr. Captain, Quint apologized, if you want to relax right here, then I will leave you alone.”

***
After the long steps that she heard through the tight bag, the cart finally stops and the zipper on the bag comes undone, sending electric light into her eyes.
“Get up,” she hears Dahlia's voice.
Ji sits on the cart and looks around. Empty, dimly lit, spacious room, like a morgue. Similarities add coolness and the same, on which she arrived, carts with plastic black bags. She has already been here, Gee remembers this clearly.

- We are on the spot? She asks.
- Yes, androids without matrices are stored here.
Jie notices Hammy, carefully studying the plates at the feet of the carts. He stops at one of them and whispers happily:
- There is an aster!
Ji commands by jumping from the cart:
- Unzip.
Hammy does not keep himself waiting for long and with a buzz unzips the zipper.

Before them lies the naked body of an android girl. Typical aster: light, but not too skin, sharp, Caucasoid facial features, dark wavy hair.
“Tina was taller,” Ji says.
“This is not a short one either,” Georgina clearly wants to get off quickly, “and we have a poor choice.”
- Well, we take this, - Hammy is already on the nerves, - tired of this split.
They take a cart with aster and push it to the exit. They come in long, well-lit corridors. Ji is up to a heart pain, these corridors are familiar to a lump in a throat. Rare oncoming people their procession is absolutely not interesting.

“Wait,” Ji suddenly commands.
- What else? - Dahlia's voice excited.
- I am now, just for a minute. Wait here.
Ji swerves into a narrow passage and approaches an inconspicuous door. On the door there is a sign with the inscription: “Director S. Stern. “She is knocking.
“Come in,” she hears an elderly voice.
She turns the handle and enters. At the table sits an old man in a bathrobe.
- What are cyborg doing here? - he is surprised, - Is it a joke?
“You don't recognize,” Ji’s voice gets even lower than usual, “old mudilo?”

- This is just outrageous! - The old man jumps up from his chair, - I will not allow some cyborg so to joke on me!
“So you don’t recognize,” Ji’s voice turns into a terrible hiss, “you don’t recognize your first sample, so ...”
“But, but, but that matrix should be destroyed long ago!” - The old man is ridiculously confused and scared. He drops his working tablet to the floor.
“As you see, not everything happens the way you want,” Ji grins, “happens differently.”
Stern tries to scream, but Ji jumps onto his chest with one deft movement and knocks him to the floor, knocking the spirit out of the old man. She sits on it and looks at the old man's face. The face is tanned, red with pain, but almost without wrinkles and completely gray.
“And how old are you now, eh, Stephen?” - Ji clasps his head with his hands and presses his thumbs on the eyes, many years ago so loved to look at her humiliation in front of a young doctor.

- Ninety, ah, sssuka, it hurts, nine!
- Almost a hundred ... And you look forty, - your fingers are pressing harder, - well, yes, you work wonders with the help of Sok, who is open to you.
“I have nothing to do with it, Gian, this Juice is not from our world!” I am only...
His speech turns into inarticulate wheezing and gurgling, pink foam comes from his mouth and thick dark blood is flowing from the sockets. Blood mixed with Sok. Ji feels it, and knows that this Juice is female. Juice, which she can not get, but from which it is created. She presses harder until she hears the crunch of a broken skull and does not feel strong red hands on her shoulders, pulling her away from the lifeless old man.