Soon the gendermorph started spinning itself so fast that it became this futuristic blur of cyclonic genderlessness, its own dick swirling in an accelerated lasso-motion as if caught in an endless feedback loop while its supersonic nipples kept growing and shrinking, growing and shrinking, until something never seen before, a kind of erect umbilical cord made of a sensitive fleshy rope, slid its way up behind the virtual fleshpot so as to plug into what could have been either a sopping pussy, a leaking asshole or some third alternative still in its evolutionary beta-phase. Meanwhile, Golam, trying to find Ms. A and the lost parameters of Prague-23, was reaching out under himself trying to find the control panel he needed to manipulate so as to stop the renegade program from automatically discharging more uselss radiation into his face...