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Recycle, a Science Fantasy Love Story.
You are Jonathan Thomas living in the present.
You are a typical, ageing, philandering male vainly trying to recapture that lost feeling of your very first sexual conquest.
Take now; you sit up on-elbow admiring Samantha, nubile, young, your latest conquest asleep beside you in her bed. You feel good; another arrow has been shot from your bow, another notch on your staff of life but when you leave for work today, you will cease to exist in our time.

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You are Magda.

You live in a far future when our world is but a faded memory. You know nothing about babies, youth or men since you are 85 years old, yet look young and beautiful. You take it all for granted and construct playmen to please you, construct them from recycled parts using Tintel, a huge computer, you do. It's artificial, you know, but when artificial has been used for a very long time it becomes natural. This day will be exciting you think as you rise and shower.

Your latest playman, number 256, will be the best one yet in your long line of experiments.

Fate has dealt you both a cruel, loving hand that will change your world forever.

LanguageEnglish
Release dateJul 7, 2012
ISBN9781476416991
Recycle
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Anthony Curtis

Anthony (Tony) Curtis is a semi-retired Electronic bloke still teaching that Discipline as a Sessional teacher. Decades ago he embarked on writing Science Fiction screenplays to no avail and as a hobby he has translated these into E-Books for your enjoyment.

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    Recycle - Anthony Curtis

    Recycle

    a love story

    By Anthony Curtis

    Smashwords Edition

    Copyright 2012 by Anthony Curtis

    Smashwords Edition, Licence Notes

    This book is licensed for your personal enjoyment only. This book may not be re-sold or given away to other people. If you would like to share this book with another person, please purchase an additional copy for each recipient. If you are reading this book and did not purchase it, or it was not purchased for your use only, then please return to Smashwords and purchase your own copy. Thank you for respecting the hard work of this author.

    FOREWARD:

    Please Note that these ‘Recycle’ works content is Erotica. They contains sexually explicit scenes, adult concepts and terminology which some may find offensive, and is not appropriate for a young audience. Sexual content is essential to the Love Story plot and character development. Pandering or titillating for its own sake is not the intention.

    In our lives we have many sexual encounters without the 'Love' feeling. Many of us go through innumerable encounters without meeting this feeling. Then, one day, for no known reason we become lost in its magical reverie, yet do not understand why.

    The stories have evolved from the film script: and SHE CREATED by Anthony Curtis. They are experiential from the viewpoint of the main characters and experimental. Each character may be read separately allowing the point of view of each character to the timeline. Events are correlated so that each character occupies the same approximate timeline.

    Enjoy!

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    About the Author: Anthony Curtis is a retired Electronic Engineer still teaching Electrical and Electronic Disciplines. He is currently working on a Sequel to Recycle.

    CONTENTS:

    Recycle

    Jonathan (Playman 256's) Timeline

    Magda's Timeline

    Script

    Recycle:

    You are Jonathan Thomas living in the present:

    You are a typical philandering ageing male vainly trying to recapture that lost feeling of your very first sexual conquest. Take now; you sit up on-elbow admiring Samantha, nubile, young, your latest conquest asleep beside you in her bed. You feel good; another arrow has been shot from your bow, another notch on your staff of life but when you leave for work today, you will cease to exist in our time.

    You are Magda:

    You live in a far future when our world is but a faded memory. You know nothing about babies, youth or men since you are 85 years old, yet look young and beautiful. You take it all for granted and construct playmen to please you, construct them from recycled parts using Tintel, a huge computer, you do. It's artificial, you know, but when artificial has been used for a very long time it becomes natural. This day will be exciting you think as you rise and shower. Your latest playman, number 256, will be the best one yet in your long line of experiments.

    Fate has dealt you both a cruel, loving hand that will change your world forever.

    Jonathan (Playman 256's) Timeline:

    You are Jonathan Thomas, JT you call yourself most times. You are a typical male seducer vainly leching your way through life trying to recapture the lost feeling of your very first conquest, although you wont admit it to yourself.

    Take now; you sit up on-elbow admiring Samantha, nubile, young, your latest conquest asleep beside you in her bed. You look around the room; walls adorned with worn teenage idol pictures. Worn, just like you, perennially searching for that, 'One-True-Love,' that never arrives, but you wont admit it to yourself. You trace along her taught back with your index finger, remembering the night before. Undressing her was easy but you did it slow, deliberately. It always aroused them, the teasing enhancing the wanting. Her soft, firm, young nubile muscles, especially on her neck, made her quiver with excitement when bitten. Then like a volcano, she erupted when taken, suppressed desire, unknown territory for her, familiar, oh, too familiar for you. Then it came, I love you Jonathan, and it always came at the coital height, always.

    You return to now, turn, and look out of the open window of her first-floor apartment, across to the other side of the street, at the row of terraced houses opposite. It's spring and sounds of nature abound, you can hear a milkman delivering milk. You feel good; another arrow has been shot from your bow, another notch on your staff of life.

    One of the doors opposite opens; a man comes out pushing a bicycle, followed by his wife. He kisses her on the cheek, gets on the bike, pedals off,

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