They entered a huge room. Dark music was playing - a heavy bassline and complex drum patterns. Dr Death signalled to the guards and they ordered Hundell to sit down in a large inflatable sofa. Death disappeared behind a screen. Hundell couldnt see a thing - only the area with the sofa was illuminated and he was sitting in it. He could simply feel the size of the place.

He didnt know where he was. The long walk had disoriented him. He called up a map from the molecular computer in his left knee. Closed his eyes and saw it green against the black velvet of his eyelids.

Hundell's consultation was interrupted by a sharp jab in the ribs. He started. One of the guards had poked him with his gun. Dr Death was standing in front of him. He had changed into a long robe and was wearing a mask that covered the upper part of his face. Hundell looked at him as he opened the robe to reveal his nakedness beneath. He had a huge erection. He stepped towards Hundell who was now held on each side by a guard.

"So, let's see how good the Agency's polymorphic training is" said Death as he grabbed the back of Hundells head and pushed his face down over his erect penis.

Hundell gasped. His training had indeed included such possibilities and he was able to steady himself with a distancation algorithm. He was nearly choking but he kept moving his head. Who knows, perhaps Death would treat him better - he certainly had nothing to lose.

The sperm was bitter and thicker than any he had ever encountered. Death drew back and closed his robe.

"Now", he said, lighting a cigarette and sitting on an ornate chair that was opposite Hundell "let's talk"