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reassure him that he was still there. Zane wished they
weren’t trying to avoid angry Banshan, and that they had the time
for some more skin on skin time. To have Tink’s tongue over his
arsehole right now would be divine — a sure fire way to get him hard and
horny and make him want to sink his cock into Tink as deep as it
would go, the way he did when Motac lubricated him with his eternal
fluids. Then again, to have Motac wank him at the same time he
fucked Tink—man, that would be hot.
    Zane
shook his head of such thoughts. He always got horny when Tink was
close, more so when the moment dictated he couldn’t do anything
about his urges. Why was that? It seemed the more you couldn’t get
something, the more you desired it. Still, Zane knew the time would
come. They just had to get through this. He just knew he was
dribbling pre-cum, his foreskin wet and glistening to let everyone
know what he was thinking. Damn his hormones and his feelings for
his men.
    On the millionth turn, or whatever the number was, Motac
said, Stop here .
    Zane
noticed they had halted inside a room that seemed to look down onto
another. Then again, to say such a thing was an understatement.
What he looked down onto was massive, larger than what he could
comprehend in a single glance—or even a long one, for that
matter.
    Below us is primary control room and the beginning of the
superstructure that houses the planetary engines,
Zane , Motac began as if saying such a thing
was normal.
    To Zane,
Motac’s words were certainly not run of the mill in any way. He’d
never seen such a thing. To him, and to put it into terms he
understood, he would say what he was looking down at what were
about a half a dozen crystalline sky-scrapers that seemed to go
right into the heart of Parenthesis itself. Many, many platforms,
gangways and structures seemed to radiate out of the central
spires. He could also see that the whole place glowed with an
energy he couldn’t fathom, certainly nothing humanity had ever
created, at any rate.
    The previous owners of Parenthesis must have been a
marvel — they sure
did know how to create one. A machine made of crystal that could
move a whole planet not only through space but through time must be
one of the wonders of the universe.
    Wow , Zane said. He realised his mouth
was agape and that he couldn’t take his eyes of the workings below
him.
    Tink came
into view, crawling from behind Zane. He’d forgotten all about the
here and now, too busy gawking at the engine—if one could call it
an engine. The cat being asked, “See the platform below
us?”
    Zane
looked. On a rather large self contained platform directly below,
three Banshan worked at numerous crystalline control stations.
“Yeah, of course I can see it, Tinkles. How could I not miss
it?”
    Tink
patted Zane on his back, rubbing it. “It is the first primary
inducer flow control station, and fortunately for us, right at the
peak of the crystalline engine. From here we could start a chain of
events that could give us a desirable result.”
    Tink’s right , Motac
interjected. If we can disable the primary
inducer flow, then perhaps it will open up an opportunity for us to
halt the engine’s workings. If anything, we could trick the machine
to think it was time for maintenance .
    Before
Zane could repeat what Motac said, Tink said, “There’s only one
problem with this plan.”
    “ What’s that?” Zane asked, hating that he had to ask such a
question straight away.
    “ It will mean that one of us will have to go down to the power
relay station that controls the inducer flow. From there they’ll
have to reverse the polarity of the neutron stream so that all
backup systems will be disabled.”
    Zane was
now totally confused. “Say what?”
    He simply means that the power feeding into the room below us
will need to be turned off.
    Tink let
out a gentle chuckle and kissed Zane. “Tink loves Zane so much.
Never fear, Tink will do it. But it will mean we