"But tell me the truth," said Abe, his preferred green eyes and light blond yet greying hair sizzling under the hot lights as Cyn continued setting all of the permissions, "you've never compressed your entire dbs with someone else and there is a chance that once we pop out on the other end some of us may lose our individual presence."

She snapped her head back and gave him a wicked smile, then immediately turned back to the console and continued hacking away at the keyboard.

"I mean, that's okay," he continued, "I pretty much expected it. The reorganization could cause a loss of ... distinguishability. Of course, my features might prove to be the dominant ones, in which case I hope this place you've built, this island, is well-suited to my libidinous needs..."