{"loaderData":{"4":{"story":{"id":"80c99ffe-8cdc-4c38-9741-ce2122378281","seriesId":null,"seriesName":null,"currentUserId":"00000000-0000-0000-0000-000000000000","added":"2018-09-05T17:08:15.453Z","title":"The Treasure Of The Ancients","slug":"the-treasure-of-the-ancients","shortId":"lEoAhmZd","authorNote":null,"disclaimer":null,"type":"Short","paidUrl":null,"synopsis":"I’d found the legendary ancient alien city with all of its fantastic technology. All I had to do was steal its technology, with the help of some very friendly and horny natives. But I'd reckoned without what the technology might do to prevent itself being stolen.","partCount":1,"parts":[{"partId":"9f2bc130-3e70-4359-88a2-2f10cd50b563","title":null,"summary":"\nThe Treasure of the Ancientsby Leem“We love you,” they tell me. “We only want you to be happy.”They","wordCount":5028,"readTime":25,"number":1,"state":"Published"}],"currentPart":1,"contentTitle":"Chapter 1","content":"

The Treasure of the Ancients

by Leem

“We love you,” they tell me. “We only want you to be happy.”
They tell me so day and night, speaking not only with words but with their bodies.

And of course I have no choice but to believe them....

For more than five years I had been pursuing a \nlegend. Millions of years ago, the legend claimed, a fantastically \nadvanced race, popularly known as the Ancients, had suddenly died out, \nleaving behind a cache of indestructible machines with properties that \nmere humans could only dream about.

Most people believed the story was just a\n dream, or at best fruitless wishful thinking. I was one of the few who \nbelieved it. I had studied the various accounts and found certain \ndetails that were common to almost all of them. It seemed they were just\n consistent enough to be true - perhaps.

The stories were of course far less consistent in their descriptions of where\n the treasure trove was actually located, which was why it took me so \nlong to find it. I eventually discovered a region of the galaxy where \nspace had become distorted, so that a particular planet might sometimes \nappear to be here, sometimes there, and at other times a thousand light \nyears away. That was why the reports were confused as to the \nplanet’s position, and it was also why it was so hard to find in the \nfirst place. I had no choice but to search the entire region, a zone in \nwhich millions of planets could be hidden. For two more years I \npainstakingly searched the zone from one end to the other, always \npainfully aware that the planet I sought might be right in front of me \nbut hidden by a spatial fold.

And then one day, quite by chance, when I stopped in a nondescript \nsolar system to reload the ship’s deuterium tanks from a gas giant, I \nbegan to detect anomalous readings from a small planet closer to its \nsun. Scarcely daring to hope, I disconnected the scoops and burned a \nfair amount of the deuterium I had just collected in a powered \ninterplanetary dash.

The planet was a sight for sore eyes, a dazzling blue-white jewel \nthat looked like Earth’s long-lost twin sister. The sensors quickly \nconfirmed what my eyes were telling me. The environmental conditions \nwere ideal for human survival and there were no dangerous \nmicro-organisms to worry about.

And directly on the equator, in a thickly-forested region, was a \nfaint glow that exactly corresponded to the position of the anomalous \nreadings.

I’d found it! I was going to be the richest woman in the universe!

Part of me was exhilarated, another part was in denial, part of me \nwas scared, and another part had feelings I couldn’t begin to describe.

The part of me that remained objective and rational decided it would \nbe wise to let my emotions settle down before proceeding, and so I went \nto bed. The stimulators built into the bunk gave me a terrific orgasm, \nand I fell asleep contentedly.

When I woke I took the lander down to the surface. Any Ancient \ncivilisation worth its salt would have left defences against approaching\n vehicles, so I kept clear of the structure and landed several \nkilocubits away.

When I opened the hatch the heat and humidity were overwhelming, but \nmy nanos immediately began to compensate for the climate and my \ndiscomfort began to lessen within minutes. Equipped with a small pistol \nand a cutting tool I set off into the dense forest toward the alien \ncomplex.

After a few hours I finally arrived in a huge clearing. A mere \nkilocubit in front of me stood a vast alien city composed of a substance\n that seemed to combine the properties of crystal and metal. Rainbows \nshimmered and glittered between its lacy translucent spires. I was \ntransfixed by its beauty.

Then, as my eyes were drawn downward from the spires to the glowing \ncity at their feet, I was struck by an incongruity. Before the city was a\n crude wooden stockade consisting of vertical wooden stakes with sharp \npointed tips. Such a primitive defence, although clearly the work of an \nintelligent species, was far beneath the level of the Ancients. They \nmight have disappeared, but the planet was clearly still inhabited by \nsomebody who didn’t want anyone trespassing on the Ancient city.

It wasn’t long before I had proof of that. After I had taken some \nvids of the city I decided the best way to get past the stockade was to \ndraw out its builders and attempt to negotiate with them. Whoever they \nwere, it was a fair bet that they wouldn’t have advanced weaponry, \nalthough it was just possible they might possess primitive firearms. I \nwas armed with a small but powerful stun pistol and my reflexes were \nartificially enhanced. With a little luck that would be enough to \nprotect me from any serious attack. I was gambling, though, that the \nnatives would ask questions before shooting.

And so, looking as casual as I could, I slowly walked toward the \nstockade, keeping a careful eye out for concealed traps and pitfalls. \nAfter a few minutes I began to feel several pairs of eyes watching me. \nAs I got closer to the fence I heard a cry and turned to see that \nseveral of the natives had emerged from concealment and were rushing \ntoward me brandishing wooden spears.

I froze where I stood and raised my hands. This seemed to placate \nthem somewhat; they ceased their charge and approached me slowly and \nwarily. Although I appeared unarmed to them, the stunner was in my \njacket and was set to a broad dispersal pattern. I was holding the \nremote trigger between my toes.

There were five of them, two male and three female. They were broadly\n humanoid, tall and graceful, with large green eyes and manes of \njet-black hair. The hands in which they held their spears had long, \nslender fingers. Their bodies were golden with leopard-like brown spots,\n and naked from head to foot. The females had small but shapely breasts,\n and the males...well, let’s just say that the sight of them led me to \nsome interesting speculation. Their scent was exotic and intoxicating.

They were so close to human that they might have been genetically \nmodified from human stock. They were certainly human enough to be \nsexually attractive.

One way or another, I was determined to find out just how human their sexual practices were.

One of the females spoke in a quiet, musical voice, no doubt asking \nme who I was and what I wanted. I smiled (without baring my teeth, which\n could have been interpreted as a hostile gesture) and said, “I do not \nunderstand your language.” But while they had been speaking, implants in\n my brain had begun to analyse their speech. Within a few days, assuming\n my plan was successful and they allowed me to stay with them, I should \nhave sufficient fluency in their language to hold a conversation.

Gesturing with their spears, they walked me for about six kilocubits \naround the perimeter of the Ancient compound until we arrived at their \nvillage. It was very much as I would have expected, consisting of a \ncircle of wooden huts with straw roofs. My captors took me into one of \nthe huts, and two of them guarded the doorway while the other one left, \npresumably to get advice on what to do with me.

The interior of the hut was pretty basic. The only furniture was a \nwooden pallet bed with straw matting. Apart from that the hut was empty \nexcept for an earthenware water jug. With nothing better to do I sat on \nthe bed and waited. It was a little harder than I was used to, but not \ntoo uncomfortable. If things went according to plan I was going to have \nplenty of time to adjust to such a bed, and not just for sleeping.

After what might have been half an hour a small delegation arrived at\n my hut to try and figure out what to do with me. Some of them were \nclearly elders by their faded skin colour and the lines in their faces, \nbut I was pleased to see that even the older natives had managed to keep\n their bodies in fine shape.

It was too crowded in the hut with all the natives as well as me, so \nthey herded me back out into the sunlight. Then they crowded around me, \nmuttering among themselves. They pawed and tugged at my clothing, unable\n to figure out if it was part of me or not, so I demonstrated to them \nthat it was removable. I had been careful to deactivate the stunner and \nother hidden devices in my clothes, but I had some others hidden about \nmy body that I suspected would soon prove useful.

I was right. Once I revealed my body to them they all wanted to find \nout what it felt like. Tentatively at first and then with increasing \nboldness they began to explore every nook and cranny of my body with \nthose long articulate fingers of theirs. My breasts seemed to \nparticularly fascinate them. They’d obviously never seen any that were \nas big as mine, although by human standards I’m not exactly top-heavy.

And so they fondled and caressed me all over, and I fondled and \ncaressed them back, and my captivity suddenly seemed much more bearable.

And as they continued stroking and licking my body, my sensations \nautomatically activated my sexual enhancers, which lifted my pleasure to\n a higher dimension. And not just mine; the enhancers also generated an \naura which surrounded my new friends and increased their pleasure as \nwell.

After only a few moments they all began to wail and moan with \necstasy, and I became aware that I was moaning with them. And then we \nwere all frozen for a small eternity in a simultaneous communal multiple\n orgasm.

Afterward we all lay in a heap, exhausted but euphoric.

I think I may have slept for a while. Then one of the males got on \ntop of me and began licking my breasts while I stroked his muscular back\n and buttocks.

He made love to me for most of the afternoon. He didn’t talk much, \nexcept to say, “Ssa,” which I figured must be his name. I didn’t say \nmuch either, except “Yes”. I suppose he must have thought that was my \nname by the time he was done.

I must have fallen asleep again, and when I woke I found myself lying\n on a straw bed in one of the huts. Night had fallen, but the planet had\n a highly reflective moon which shone through the hut’s open doorway. \nSsa and one of the females were sleeping quietly on another bed. His \nwife or regular girlfriend, I supposed.

Then the female stirred, gave a very human yawn, lifted her head off \nof Ssa’s chest and turned to look at me. I looked back and gave her a \nfriendly smile.

Moving slowly so as not to disturb Ssa, she disengaged herself from his arms and stepped over to my bed.

“Rru,” she purred, slowly stroking my arm.

“Hello, Rru,” I whispered, caressing her cheek.

That was all the invitation she needed. Within moments those long, \nslender fingers were proving just how articulate they could be in the \nmost intimate parts of my anatomy. Once again my enhancers were turned \non as soon as I was, and this time I turned them up a notch.

Rru and I spent the whole night stroking, licking, poking and \nslapping each other. It didn’t take long for us to wake up Ssa, who \nspent the rest of the night watching and masturbating excitedly. Of \ncourse, I made sure the enhancer field was strong enough to include him \nas well.

By morning all three of us were exhausted but happy.

These aliens were incredible lovers. I had big plans for them.

Once they were robotized I could fit hundreds of them into my ship’s \ncargo hold. Back home they would make a fortune on the slave market.

But first I had to persuade them to let me visit the Ancients’ city.

Over the next few weeks I settled into life in the village, leaving my redundant clothes neatly folded beneath the bed.

Since I had no hunting skills I was put to work \ngrowing crops and medicinal herbs, and weaving baskets - a surprisingly \ntherapeutic task. The days were long and hot and my fellow workers took \nregular breaks, during which they would make love to each other and me.

Pleasant though their lovemaking was, especially with my sexual \nenhancers set on High, I always found myself stealing a glance at the \nshimmering towers of the Ancients’ city in the distance.

After the evening meal I would retire to Ssa and Rru’s hut where they\n would favour me with even more lovemaking before sleep. So the days \npassed in a haze of orgasms, while my translator implants rapidly picked\n up the native language. Naturally the first words and phrases it taught\n me were things like “yes”, “don’t stop”, “faster” and “I love you”, but\n within a fortnight I was able to communicate fluently with my voice as \nwell as my body. The natives called themselves the People - how imaginative, I thought, until I learned that it was short for the People of the Gods.

Once I was fully fluent in the People’s language I went to their elders to make a request.

“I came to see the Ancient city,” I told them, using my own word for city since they had none. Despite not having a word for it, they knew what I was talking about.

“The Abode of the Gods is not to be visited lightly by mere mortals,” they told me.

Whatever else they thought of me, they obviously didn’t consider me a\n god. Fair enough. Whatever the Ancients were, they certainly must have \nhad godlike powers that would make my own linguistic and sexual magic \nseem pretty tame.

Still, I kept asking the elders day after day, and they made polite \nexcuses day after day. Impatient as I was, it was hard to get angry at \nthem, since they always refused so politely and then fucked me blind by \nway of apology.

Day after day.

And each night, disappointed but euphoric, I returned home to gentle \nSsa and passionate Rru, who did their very best to make me feel welcome.

And so the planet’s neverending golden summer rolled on in a haze of artificially-enhanced pleasure.

I was almost beginning to regret having to enslave\n my kind, innocent lovers. But when all was said and done, business was \nbusiness, and anyway, I would still have the sensory recordings of all \nmy experiences with them. The original recordings would provide me with \npleasant memories and I was guaranteed to sell millions of \ncopies at a fantastic profit. My trusting friends were not only making \nme feel good, they were making me fantastically rich with every touch \nand caress. Oh, yes, I almost regretted my decision to sell them down the galactic spiral.

Just like I almost regretted having the girl I lost my \nvirginity to turned into a sexdroid after five standard years of \nblissful togetherness. But as I said, business was business, and I put \nall of our sense recordings on the market as well. Set me up for life.

It’s what she would have wanted. Or if not, she’s no longer complaining.

But before I put my new friends in a similar position, I was \ndetermined to get into the Ancients’ city. No bunch of primitives was \ngoing to distract me, however pleasantly, from what I’d been searching \nfor for so long.

They were able to get into the city; there was no doubt \nabout that. While I was out in the fields of a morning I would often see\n one or a small group of them walk through a distant gate in the \nstockade. And then just before sunset they would emerge with rapt \nexpressions on their faces.

Whenever I asked one of them what they had seen in there, they would \njust look at me with a dreamy expression and mutter, “The Gods. I saw \nthe Gods.”

And then they would embrace me fiercely, and the outcome of that was inevitable.

I tried asking them about the Gods, but their answers were hardly more illuminating.

“The Gods made the People,” one of them told me. “The Gods love the \nPeople. The Gods are all-wise, all-knowing and all-powerful. Life and \nlove are the gifts of the Gods. Every act of love is an act of worship. \nThe Gods protect us from all harm. Should any seek to threaten us, the \nGods need only lift their smallest fingers and they will threaten us no \nmore. This we know because the Gods have told us, and so it cannot be \notherwise.”

“That’s all well and good,” I told them, “but I wish your wondrous \nGods would see fit to invite me into their Abode. I long to see them.”

Of course it was their advanced technology I really wanted to see, but I didn’t feel it necessary to mention that.

“The Gods will act in their own time,” they told me. “After all, time\n is theirs to command. All we mortals can do is try to be patient, and \nuntil then...”

She and her friends embraced me again.

“...there is always time for worship.”

And so there was.

Somehow in between all the sex, crops got grown and baskets got \nwoven, and the seasons turned. Not so you’d notice much - the planet’s \nshallow axial tilt meant that there was a hot, dryish season and a warm,\n dampish season, and they segued from one to the other almost \nimperceptibly.

It was during the dampish season that I finally got the message I was\n waiting for. Rru and I were making love in the warm rain, watched \nappreciatively and sometimes helped by the other villagers, when Ssa \ncame running from the direction of the elders’ hut and fell to his knees\n beside us.

“Chosen,” he gasped. “We have been chosen. All three of us. Tomorrow. The Gods....”

Once Rru and I realised what he was saying, the three of us laughed \nand embraced and danced in the rain, and the other villagers joined in \nto congratulate us. Very little work got done that day.

The next day I set out for the Ancients’ city with \nSsa and Rru. They were as excited and happy as children on an outing, \nand I was excited as well, but at the same time I couldn’t help feeling \nsome trepidation. Suppose the Ancients’ city suddenly took a dislike to \nme?

Then again, they surely wouldn’t harm any of the People, so as long as I stayed with Ssa and Rru I should be safe.

The guards at the stockade saluted us, put aside their spears and \nopened the gate. Beyond, the metallic crystalline towers shimmered \nhypnotically, and the three of us moved forward as if in a dream. There \nwas no visible opening in the base of the structure, and yet somehow we \nfound ourselves inside.

Ssa and Rru stared around in awe at the vast, shimmering, \nunidentifiable structures that filled the interior. Coloured lights with\n no visible sources played over their surfaces, and gauzy curtains of \nlight drifted languidly between them humming melodically as they went.

“So beautiful,” sighed Rru.

“Truly the Gods are more wondrous than we ever dreamed,” breathed Ssa.

They must have taken my silence for awe. It was true that I was \nhugely impressed by the Ancients’ devices, but my thoughts were mainly \nconcerned with the power they contained. So much power. Who knew what it\n could all be capable of? Genetic manipulation? Time travel? \nImmortality? If only I knew what it was all for, the knowledge could be \nworth a fortune.

And if I could learn to control the Ancients’ power for myself...then I would truly be a god.

Slowly our footsteps were drawn to the centre of the vast structure. \nFlickering lights played about our bodies, sometimes becoming \nsubstantial enough to momentarily caress each of us intimately. The \ncloser we got to the centre the more frequent the caresses became, so \nthat by the time we reached it we were all thoroughly aroused and \nstroking each other passionately.

At last we arrived at the centre. We stood in a large circular space \nbeneath a huge, glowing three-dimensional web of fine strands, hundreds \nof cubits high and more than two hundred across, that glowed and pulsed \nrhythmically. It reminded me of nothing so much as a diagram of synaptic\n connections in a brain, and I realised that that was exactly what it \nwas. We were standing within the Ancients’ central computer itself.

And even as this realisation struck me, the lights that had been \nplaying around (and with) our bodies began to coalesce into glowing \ncolumns that quickly took on humanoid shapes.

Avatars, I thought. Physical representations of the Ancients’ computer programs.

+Greetings,+ they said, speaking not with words but directly into our\n brains. +We welcome our beloved Ssa and Rru and their honoured guest.+

Ssa and Rru bowed low, and I copied the gesture. Just as well to stay on the Ancients’ good side.

With that, the three figures moved forward and embraced each of us. \nTheir bodies might be some kind of holograms, but they felt solid \nenough.

+Let us honour you with our love,+ they said.

They lowered the three of us onto what felt like invisible cushions, \nso that we were floating on air as they made love to us. Mine just \nhappened to have a male body, and I was soon in no doubt as to its \nsolidity.

It remained solid for hours, moving tirelessly and rhythmically \ninside me. I came after only a few minutes, and the sheer wealth of \nsensation blew my sexual enhancers out of the water. It seemed the \nAncients had enhancers of their own, and they were far more advanced. \nJust another piece of the Ancients’ technology that I was going to have \nto get my hands on, I thought, and then I couldn’t think at all, as for \nthe next hour or more I just came and came and came like there was no \ntomorrow.

I was beginning to think it would never end, when finally the avatar \nslowed his thrusts and my sensations began to subside. After a few \nminutes he stopped, but did not withdraw or become flaccid, and I lay in\n a state of languid euphoria.

“Oh, my,” I murmured, running a finger in lazy circles over the avatar’s back. “I wish it could be like that every time.”

+What else do you wish for?+ it asked.

I smiled. I wasn’t about to reveal my plans for the People, but it surely wouldn’t hurt to tell it the rest.

“I wish I knew how all of the Ancients’ technology works,” I told it. “I wish I knew how to control it for my own ends.”

The avatar showed no sign of hesitation.

+That knowledge will be granted to you,+ it told me.

“Just like that?” I asked. “All of that powerful knowledge in my grasp, just for the asking?”

+Yes,+ it promised. +All the knowledge that we possess. Your brain \nwill need to be enhanced so that it can store and process all of the \ninformation you require. You need not be alarmed - the process will \ncause you no physical or psychological harm. Do you accept?+

I didn’t hesitate for an instant. “Yes,” I said, “I accept!”

All this time, the avatar’s penis had remained fully erect inside me,\n and now it began thrusting again. As my sensations once more began to \nbuild toward the first of another endless chain of orgasms, I could hear\n Ssa and Rru talking to their avatars.

“We wish that our friend might stay with us,” said Ssa. “We wish to share our love with her forever.”

“That is also my wish,” said Rru. “Her body is so beautiful, and her \nlovemaking is such a joy. I could not bear to be parted from her.”

Sorry, kids, I thought. Once I have the Ancients’ secrets I’ll be shipping you off to the Black Nebula sexdroid traders.

And then I was coming again. I couldn’t stop coming for what felt like days.

And then I slept.

When at last I woke, the avatars were gone, and Ssa and Rru were kneeling by my side.

“The Gods have told us everything,” said Rru, gently stroking my face.

“We found it hard to believe at first,” said Ssa. “We did not want to\n believe you could betray us so, yet we know that the Gods cannot lie to\n us.

Drowsy as I was from all the sex I had had, it took me a long moment \nto realise what they were talking about, and then I felt my blood run \ncold.

“We were very sad,” Rru told me. “We loved you, and we did not wish to see you punished.”

She was still stroking me, but her hand had moved to my breast. \nMeanwhile Ssa had begun caressing my sex, and the erotic stimulation was\n a strange counterpoint to my fear and guilt.

“We begged the Gods to have mercy,” Ssa told me, “and they have heard our plea.”

“The Gods have agreed to spare your life,” said Rru. “You will not be harmed in any way.”

At those words, I felt an overwhelming sense of relief. I knew that \nthe People could not lie, and their Gods would not lie to them. \nConsidering the power at their disposal, there was no telling what the \nAncients’ avatars could have done to punish me had they seen fit.

And yet, I still had a vague feeling that something was wrong...

By now Ssa’s and Rru’s touches had almost brought me to orgasm, and \nit was obvious that the Ancients’ sexual enhancers were still operating \non all three of us.

I was on the verge of orgasm when Ssa told me:

“The Gods have allowed you to live, but to make sure you can never harm the People, they have forbidden you ever to move again.”

And then my body exploded into another everlasting climax, and for hours I couldn’t think about what he had said.

When next I woke I was in Ssa and Rru’s hut. It was night, and they were sleeping in each other’s arms on the other bed.

Surely what they had told me could not be true. I was almost afraid to find out, but....

I tried to stand up. There was no response. I tried to raise my arm. \nNothing happened. I tried to open my mouth, to flex my fingers, to turn \nmy head, to wriggle my toes, to lick my lips.

Nothing happened. Nothing. Nothing. Nothing. Nothing. I could only lie like a helpless doll.

The Ancients’ technology had paralysed me by altering my brain so \nthat it could no longer send commands to my voluntary muscles. The \nchange was permanent and irreversible.

My genital muscles were of course a different matter. I was still \ncapable of orgasm when stimulated. And the Ancients’ technology was \ngoing to keep me alive, young, beautiful and in perfect health for a very long time indeed.

I knew this because I now possessed all the knowledge that I had \nwished for. I knew how the Ancients’ technology worked, and all of the \nwondrous things it could do.

The irony was not lost on me. The Ancients had granted my wish for \nknowledge, while at the same time ensuring that I would be forever \nincapable of exploiting it.

I understood things that no human being had ever guessed. I had \nknowledge of worlds and races beyond number. I understood the nature of \ntime and space and the many subtle ways in which they could be \nmanipulated for good or evil. I understood how the universe began, and \nwhy, and how and why it would end. By human standards the Ancients truly\n were gods, yet there was an infinity still to be learned, and so they \nhad left their mortal forms behind in order to search for understanding \nthat was beyond the limitations of mortal flesh.

Before they left, however, they had created the People.

Genetically engineered from primitive humanoids, the People were an \nexperiment to prove that an intelligent species could exist in a state \nof peaceful harmony with nature and itself. The experiment was a shining\n success, but the Ancients had no illusions about the vulnerability of \nsuch an innocent race to exploitation from less harmonious beings, and \nso they had placed the People’s planet within its protective spatial \ndistortion field and left their avatars behind to guide them and protect\n them against anyone or anything that might threaten their peaceful \nexistence.

Like me.

And while I was contemplating these things, Ssa and Rru woke, stepped\n over to my cot and began to fondle my body. I couldn’t stop them. I \ncouldn’t resist.

I couldn’t move.

They had made love to me a thousand times before, and as far as they \nwere concerned nothing had changed, except that I was more passive than \nbefore.

I couldn’t move!

They could do anything they wanted to do to me, anything at all, and there was nothing I could do to prevent them - now or ever.

I COULDN’T MOVE!!!

Realising that I couldn’t embrace or caress them any more, they \nconsiderately moved my arms and hands over their bodies for me, and I \nbegan to realise that being manipulated like a doll while I was unable \nto resist was a huge turn-on for me.

“We love you,” they said, and left me in no doubt that they meant it.

And I loved them, my gentle Ssa and passionate Rru, and all of their \nkind, peaceful People. I wonder now how I could ever have dreamt of \nexploiting such beautiful, innocent beings.

The Ancients’ enhancers were still operating upon all three of us, \nand so we spent the rest of the night and most of the next day in a \nstate of hyper-orgasm.

Then more of the People came to visit me, one by one or in pairs, \nuntil the entire village was taking it in turns to make love to me. I \nhad become the People’s love goddess.

Countless generations of People have come and gone \nand made love to me since that day, and I will live to be made love to \nby countless generations yet to come.

At last I have come to realise that the real treasure of the Ancients\n lies not in their technology or their advanced scientific knowledge. \nTheir true treasure is the People themselves, a race for whom the joy of\n life and love is worth more than all the gold in the universe.

As of course it always was.

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