Alien Visit
Chapter 9
Pieter slowly pulled off my spent, deflating dick. He turned quickly and sucked my wilting dick into his mouth. Consequently, his ass was directly over my face. Not one to ignore a perfect ass that was leaking nutt, I pushed my face between his pink, butt cheeks and started sucking my fresh load from his backdoor orifice. "I could do this all night," I moaned when I drew a deep breath. "But, I really need to review those offers on the Connor place. And we should go out to dinner to celebrate afterwards."
Reluctantly, Pieter pulled away and knelt on the bed beside me. "Are you sure?" he asked, waving his hard dick in my face. "I've got another load for that sweet, black ass."
"No, I'm not sure, but the money I'm making on this sale will get us closer to a house in France," I reminded him. I rolled off the bed and headed for the shower. Washing off our pheromones was the least we could do for the wait staff at the restaurant I had in mind. The reaction of our waiter the last time was a reminder of our impact on other gay men. And I wondered if Pieter and I had increased the intensity of our pheromones by fucking so much. Pieter followed me into the oversized shower. Clearly, he had designs on my ass.
"You can't ignore this hard dick, can you?" he begged. I checked it out and slowly slid my right hand along the full length. Precum oozed from the head, spread by my hand as I stroked him. He knew he had me where he wanted me. His right hand moved to massage my well-fucked ass as I slipped my hand up and down the full length of his manhood. "I'm sure we have enough time for a quick fuck," he smiled and kissed me.
"You always win," I sighed, "because you don't play fair. Your huge dick in my hand and your hand on my ass always gets me to do what you want."
"And why is that a bad thing?" he murmured, kissing me again as his hand strayed to my slick asshole. "I need this as much as you do," he added, turning me around so that his dick was pressed between my black cakes. "You know you do," he whispered into my ear as he nuzzled it. I was powerless to resist him. That revelation wasn't a new fact for either of us. With his hands on my hips, he centered his hard dick where we wanted it. He pushed gently as I backed on to him. "Oh, yeah!" he moaned.
I was at a loss for words as was usually the case when he entered me. But, I did match his moan with my own. Pieter always felt so good inside me. The deeper he went, the more I wanted him. "Fuck me," I groaned. "Get in there deep and breed my black ass!" I insisted.
His response was to nuzzle my neck and begin a slow in and out motion that I knew would bring him to a rapid climax. He reached around and stroked my recovered dick, matching the rhythm of his hips pounding my butt. The speed of our lovemaking increased rapidly. I knew he was going for his climax and I was going to help him in any way I could. I worked my ass muscles hard as he withdrew and slammed into me again and again. His hand lost its rhythm on my dick, but I didn't care. I wanted another of his creamy loads inside me.
"Gonna cum!" he grunted. "Take it, Baby!" I felt his dick jerk fast and hard as he pumped his sweet, creamy jizz into my love tunnel again. "Fuck!" he roared as his climax hit its peak. Despite his waning climax, he didn't stop fucking me. His hand went back to my dick and stroked me in the same rhythm as his hips.
"I'm gonna spray the shower walls," I warned him. "Oh, FUCK!" I bellowed. Pieter quickly pulled out and spun me around. His mouth closed over my dick just in time. My hands rested on his head and I fucked his face as my dick erupted with long streams of baby gravy. His tongue and lips worked hard to extract every drop of cream. My knees wobbled as my climax peaked. Pieter held me up, but didn't curtail his oral ministrations.
When my pleasure spasms ceased, I pulled Pieter off his knees. "You're the best," I sighed happily. "Now, let's finish what we're supposed to do and get some dinner."
"Wasn't this what we're supposed to do?" he smiled as his hand caressed my ass again.
"You're incorrigible!" I laughed, but didn't let him seduce me again. We washed each other and toweled off. That was more difficult than it should have been. Pieter was tempting me with his dick or ass nearly every second we were together. "Stop that or we'll both be saturated with pheromones and we'll have to take another shower," I warned him.
"I don't see the problem," he leered.
"I have a business that requires my attention," I scolded him, but smiled. He knew I was right, but he still tried to divert me.
Fully dressed, I checked my e-mail. I knew that the brokers were going to fax the offers to me, but that meant they'd arrive in my office. I hoped that they had the good sense to send a copy to my e-mail account. That information was on my business card and on my business site. There was no reason why they shouldn't use it.
I smiled when I saw messages from both brokers. The offers were contained in attachments. Both had written messages that said that they hoped they had the winning bidder. They added that the official paperwork would be sent via messenger in the morning to my office. I opened the attachments.
"Who's the winner?" Pieter asked, looking over my shoulder and nuzzling my neck again to get me interested in more hot sex with him.
"Neither or both," I smiled back at him, trying hard to ignore his sexual advances. "They've submitted identical offers at $200,000 over asking and have asked for the furnishings to stay."
"So what do you do in that case?" Pieter wondered.
"I'm going to send them messages that reveal that they have submitted identical offers. I will present both of them to Mr. Connor tomorrow afternoon, but he'll no doubt ask them to come up with better bids until there is a winner," I replied. I sent identical messages to both brokers and then called Mr. Connor.
"We have the best possible scenario," I told the owner. "You have two bids for the property and furnishings, but they are identical in every detail at $200,000 over asking price. I've asked them to submit new offers to break the tie. If you'd rather that I not ask for new bids, please let me know now."
"If there isn't any difference in them, your proposal is the correct one," Mr. Connor agreed. "And you'll see me with the new offers at the time we've already agreed tomorrow afternoon?"
"If they come through quickly with higher offers, which I think they will, then, yes," I said.
After we hung up, I sent a text to both brokers, asking them if they could have the new offers in my hands by noon tomorrow. That should light a fire under them and the potential buyers. It wasn't unusual for a home to have multiple offers on it. But, in this price range of $12 million, I was surprised that we did.
"And now, we sit back and wait," I beamed at Pieter. "Let's get to the restaurant."
"Which restaurant have you picked out?" Pieter asked.
"It's a new place that opened up last month," I replied. "It's been getting very good reviews, so I called this afternoon and was able to get us a reservation. If traffic isn't ugly, we should make it in plenty of time."
When we arrived 20 minutes early, the maître d' stated that our table wasn't ready yet, but he'd be happy to seat us at the bar until it was. We followed him into another spacious room and told one of the bartenders that we were waiting for a table. "Please take good care of these gentlemen, Claude," he smiled. "I'll be back within 15 minutes, gentlemen," he said, addressing us. "If anything changes, I'll let you know," he added.
Claude smiled at us. "What could I get your fine gentlemen?" he asked. Claude was a good-looking man who stood about 5'9" and weighted maybe 170 pounds. His brown, bedroom eyes, his goatee, and killer smile mesmerized us. His vest and white tuxedo shirt couldn't hide his well-muscled chest. And those pants he had on looked like they'd been panted on. And what he was showing was mouth-watering. His dick was a nice size, but it was his ass that rang my bell. Pieter was checking out his ass as brazenly as I was. "Gentlemen?" he smiled knowingly.
"Uh, let's start the evening with Prosecco, shall we?" I answered for both of us.
"Are we celebrating?"
"Yeah, I'm closing on a real estate listing soon," I answered.
"An excellent reason," Claude allowed. He turned and moved down the bar to pull a bottle of Prosecco out of the refrigerator. As he walked away, Pieter and I moaned quietly. But, when he bent over to retrieve the bottle, I thought Pieter would cream his pants. And I wasn't far behind him. My dick was hard as steel. "Is this label to your liking?" he asked.
"I don't know it," I answered.
"How about a taste, then?" Claude smiled. "We do have others, if this one doesn't appeal to you." He poured a taste for both of us into chilled flutes.
I nodded and Pieter grinned. "This is very good," Pieter allowed, "an excellent choice."
"I'm pleased that you like it," Claude beamed, pouring us full glasses. "I'll be right back," he said, nodding toward a customer at the far end of the bar.
"I could watch that ass all day and all night," Pieter sighed. "Give me your hand." I complied. He moved it to his crotch and I felt a monster. "See what I mean? He needs to share our bed."
"We don't even know if he's into men," I countered. "But, I agree with you. And I want to do more than watch that ass. I want to eat it and fuck it repeatedly."
"Yeah, I like that idea. And he's too handsome and has too fine a body not to be gay," Pieter smiled evilly. "I think we should work up some pheromones for him to inhale." He moved my hand so that I was rubbing his dick. His hand moved off mine and strayed to my crotch. He smiled when he felt how hard I was. "Here he comes," Pieter alerted me a few moments later.
Before Pieter could say something too outlandish, I smiled at the bartender, "Did you used to work at another place as bartender or waiter in the Valley?"
"I've worked at several," he revealed. "But, a good friend asked me to help him here, so I agreed."
"I'm sure I've seen you somewhere before," I mused. Pieter nodded vigorously.
"I'd have remembered the two of you," he smiled back at us. "Prosecco isn't a common order." I'm sure we looked crestfallen. "And for other reasons," he added conspiratorially as he leaned over the bar.
We moved in closer to him. Pieter moved in next to Claude's ear and whispered something to him. The bartender breathed in and his eyes glazed over. I repeated Pieter's move and said, "We'd love to get to know you better." Claude breathed deeply again. A double hit of sexual pheromones hit Claude hard.
"I don't get out of here until ten," he murmured. "That's when my relief arrives."
"We can linger over dinner," I volunteered. "And we'll give you additional relief when you agree to go home with us.
"We'll drive you to our place and get better acquainted," Pieter smiled hungrily. Pieter turned away from the other patrons, stood up, and stroked his hard dick through his pants. "And B.J. has at least as much to fill that pretty ass."
On cue, I stood and repeated the Pieter's action. "I sure hope you like to get fucked by big ones," I suggested, leaning back into the bar. "Your perfect ass needs some serious action."
Claude nodded dumbly, not knowing what to say, besides nodding agreement.
Pieter smiled. "We'll return to collect you about 10 p.m., then?"
"Yes," Claude responded dreamily. "Please do."
A few minutes later, our table was ready. Pieter and I had given Claude several more deep hits of our pheromones, just to make sure that he was totally hooked. The dinner was good, the waiter attentive. But, we did our best to keep our distance. We didn't need two men warming our bed tonight. Claude was clearly the winner, anyway.
We made our way to the bar after paying the bill. Claude had his coat in hand and had just stepped out from behind the bar. His face beamed when he saw us. "Great to see you again," he smiled. Pieter moved in closer and whispered something in his ear. Again, Claude couldn't help but inhale Pieter's essence. "I look forward to that and more," he whispered loud enough that I could hear his words, too.
"Beautiful car," Claude said when I unlocked the doors to the Bentley.
"It serves us well," I replied. I'd already suggested to Pieter that he should sit in the back with Claude while I chauffeured us home. When we arrived, the car was filled with our combined pheromones. Claude was pawing at Pieter's dick and kissing him. In the garage, I opened the doors of the car and ushered them inside after I closed the garage door.
"This way to where the real action is," I smiled. I took Claude by the hand and pulled him down the hallway while Pieter caressed the young man's ass. We showed him our recent test results (Pieter's were forged) and helped our new bed partner to shed his clothes. Claude's face was in Pieter's ass and my face was in Claude's ass. It was clear from the way that Claude acted that he wanted me to fuck him first. I think he had a thing for black dick. With Pieter sitting on his face and inhaling the most potent of Pieter's pheromones, I slowly entered the young man's tight ass. He winced and I pulled out. With my fingers, I opened him up a little more. The next time I penetrated him with my hard dick, he welcomed me inside hungrily.
I slowly pushed deeper, halting every couple of inches to allow Claude to adjust to my thickness and length. As I descended, I leaned in and kissed Pieter. His dick was hard and leaking as it throbbed. He stared at the point where my dick disappeared up Claude's ass. "I hope you nutt soon," he whispered. "I'm about to bust a nutt just watching. And Claude has some serious experience eating out a manhole."
Pieter leaned in and began sucking Claude's dick. Claude immediately reacted. "I'll cum if you suck my dick while I'm getting fucked," he warned.
"Can you still get fucked if you nutt?" I asked. He mumbled that he could take dick all night and nutt several times while getting plowed.
"Then, there's no need for me to stop sucking your dick," Pieter smirked. "Besides, we have all night to determine how many times you can cum while getting fucked."
"And here comes your first load," I moaned, slamming into his ass and holding his ass against my groin. My dick jerked and sprayed a massive load inside him. It had been at least three hours since I'd nutted. With Pieter living with me, that was nearly an eternity. I slammed repeatedly into Claude, attempting to pump my jizz deeper than any man had ever been with the biggest load he'd ever received.
"I'm very close," Pieter said, interrupting my reverie. I knew that tone of voice. He really meant he was mere seconds from emptying his heavy balls. Quickly, I pulled out of Claude's ass and swapped places with Pieter. Sitting on Claude's face, my pheromones added to Pieter's and swept Claude to new pleasure heights.
With a strangled cry, I knew Claude's dick was about to erupt. I saw his piss slit bubble with the first flow of his climax. I immediately closed my lips over his fat dickhead and sucked hungrily. He bucked up hard, trying to bury his dick down my throat as he fired again and again. As his dick was slightly more than average, I was able to accommodate him. I swallowed twice to contain his full load. Perhaps, he'd been a few days without emptying his nut sack. His cream tasted sweet and slightly astringent. I didn't mind at all.
With Claude's dick slowly deflating in my mouth, I watched Pieter's massive horsedick slide deeper and deeper into the young man. With my ass still sitting on his face, Claude didn't have space to mutter words of praise or pain. But, not being pushed away, Pieter decided that he could continue plumbing Claude's depths. Claude tried to reach Pieter's ass or legs, but his arms were too short. However, he didn't seem like he was trying to push Pieter away, so my alien visitor began a slow build-up of speed.
I thought Claude might be tired of eating out my ass, but he didn't try to push me away. If anything, his tongue was working overtime to get deeper up my manhole. I smiled when I concluded he was enjoying the multiple loads that Pieter had pumped into me earlier in the evening.
Pieter's slow entry into Claude's ass must have slightly cooled Pieter's need to nutt. Although his speed increased, I didn't detect the usual signs that showed he was near his climax.
But, Claude's moans of joy told us that he was enjoying every inch of Pieter's long dick and wanted my "Dutch" friend's load as soon as he could extract it from Pieter's huge balls. I wiggled my ass on Claude's face, and then settled into a good position for his tongue to probe deeper. When I looked up at Pieter, his contorted face announced his impending climax. He was holding his breath, but his hips were pounding Claude's hole with wild abandon.
"Fuck ME!" Claude mumbled around my ass. "Load me up!"
Pieter howled with the severity of his climax. His hips thrust rapidly and his body shuddered with each wave of pleasure. The way he was pounding Claude, I knew this was another big load from Pieter. He continued pumping Claude after his climax ended. The wet, squelchy sound of so much cum in Claude's ass filled the room. Neither man minded at all. And I joined in by working my tongue against Claude's fucked hole and licking our combined jizz up with each withdrawal of Pieter's massive dick.
I moved my ass off Claude's face, but quickly filled his mouth with my hardening dick. He greedily licked off dried cum and his ass scent and then moaned with pleasure as he tried to deep throat me. As is usual with other men, he wasn't successful. Meanwhile, Pieter's continuous fucking had restarted his engine and he began to howl out another climax.
"Oh, fuck, YEAH!" Claude shouted, accompanied by Pieter's pleasure squeals. "Fill me up and go deep when you do it. Gawd! I fucking love big dicks breeding my hole!"
When Pieter withdrew, I took his place again. Watching them fuck had me so hard. I did my best to give him as much dick as Pieter had and at least as big of a load. But, I don't think Claude cared. He just wanted to get fucked and bred.
Pieter had moved up on to Claude's face and was feeding him Pieter's cum-slicked dick. I watched as Claude tried to take that monster down his throat, but he failed again. "You guys are so fuckin' big!" he exclaimed. "I was hoping that I'd get a nice surprise when I agreed to go home with you, but you are every gay man's dream fuck."
"We're pleased that you're pleased," I smiled, but continued pumping his manhole. Pieter moved to sit on Claude's face and give him another big hit of pheromones. "You need another load, Claude?" I croaked. Truthfully, it was too late for him to object. My balls were tight against the base of my long, thick, black dick. It was merely a matter of seconds before the flood gates opened.
"Do it, Man! I never have enough sperm in my ass," Claude yelled around Pieter's sweet ass. Claude's hand grabbed for his dick, but Pieter slapped it away and engulfed it with him mouth, instead.
A second later, my dick jerked and sprayed the first of many jets of sweet cream into Claude's hungry hole. His hips wiggled, attempting to get every inch and every drop of jizz up his love tunnel. I felt his ass tunnel convulse in rapid squeezes. He was nutting in Pieter's mouth while getting my seed in his eager hole. With Pieter sitting on his face, I knew Claude was getting the full treatment and he loved it.
We took a break for about 15 minutes. During that time, we found out that Claude had been a competitive swimmer in college, but knew his skills weren't enough to go to the Olympics or to swim professionally. He had a useless degree in English literature. So the only jobs he could get after graduating were bartending or waiting tables. He was now taking courses during the day in hospitality management, hoping for a good job on a cruise ship or a high-end hotel. His course work would be finished in another month and he already had a job lined up. But, he loved bartending, so he hadn't given that up until he knew that the new job would make him happy. "Beside," he said, "I meet the most interesting men that way."
He'd punctuated his last comment by stroking my dick and then Pieter's. "If you keep that up, I'll have to fuck you again," I smiled.
"And I'll have to sit on your face and suck you off until B. J. breeds you again," Pieter insisted.
"I like the way you guys think!" Claude beamed. He rolled on to his back, pulled his legs into his chest and said, "Hit it!"
Considering that he had a butt-load of cum up his hole already, I decided that I needed to drain some it before I added more. With his hole exposed and his ass spread, I knelt behind him and started tonguing and sucking on his well-fucked orifice. Pieter leaned in and sucked Claude's dick as he watched me eat out our combined loads. Every few seconds, I left Claude's ass and kissed Pieter. I knew he wanted to taste our loads, too.
If I wasn't kissing him and sharing our loads, Pieter was sucking on Claude's dick. His ass never left Claude's face. He wanted the young bartender to get a full load of pheromones to keep up his need to get bred and blast out his own loads. Several minutes elapsed while I alternatively ate and shared the bounty of Claude's ass.
But, I knew it couldn't last. My very hard dick was dripping some serious precum and occasionally jerking. That signal wasn't hard to read. It had happened before. I'd been eating out Pieter's ass some days ago and loving the taste of my jizz and his ass. In fact, I was enjoying it too much, ignoring the signals my dick and balls were sending. Almost too late, I recognized the signs for what they were and quickly rose and aimed my dick at his wet asshole. I'd pressed the big head of my dick against his hole and shot my load against the opening, rather than inside. Well, the first volley of nutt soaked his sweet manhole, but I shoved deeper and delivered the rest of my cream, just the way Pieter loved it: deep and plentiful.
But, I didn't make that mistake again. Rising quickly, I pushed against his hole and entered. And not a moment too soon. My dick jerked and my heavy balls contracted. Sperm rocketed up my dick and entered his deep tunnel, joining the rest of our sperm that my tongue couldn't reach. I hit bottom and held his ass against my hips, making sure that my load was delivered to the deepest possible point.
Pieter and I swapped position multiple times before Claude called a halt to our fun. "I've never been fucked and filled this much in my life. I've always wanted to be the focus of an orgy with multiple men, but I never dared to do it. I didn't want the bug."
"Completely understandable," I agreed.
"And I'm glad that we could satisfy that need," Pieter grinned.
"But, I should head home," Claude sighed. "I have classes tomorrow morning and I need to study at least a little tomorrow morning before I walk into the class.
We got dressed and headed out. Claude said that his car was at the restaurant parking lot, so that's where we took him in the wee hours of the morning. He kissed us both good bye and gave us his cellphone and internet address. "I hope to hear from you again, soon," he beamed. We nodded and drove away.
Back at the house, we showered and tumbled into bed, exhausted. "He's quite a good fuck," Pieter allowed. "I'd love to breed him again."
"Yeah, I'd love to fuck with him many more times, if he can handle it," I agreed.
We fell asleep immediately after, or at least, I did. In the early morning, Pieter was playing with my ass. I wiggled it to alert him to the fact that I was awake and hungry to get bred. Pieter is very good at reading body language. He loaded me up less than a minute after he entered me. With a deft hand, I rolled him over on to his stomach and had my way with him as well.
In the shower, we fucked again. I loved this routine that we'd fallen into. What a great way to start the morning. As I had nothing going on in the morning, I checked my e-mail account and then called Joan. "Did the messengers arrive with the offers?" I asked. She assured me that they had. "I'm reading them now via e-mail. It looks like we have a winner, and I see that they wrote a personal letter to try to persuade Mr. Connor that he needed to select this one." Joan told me that the other offer had a personal letter to Mr. Connor, too. But, she wasn't impressed with it. I told her that I'd be in later in the morning to collect the documents and prepare for the presentation with Mr. Connor.
"Before breakfast," Pieter said, "could you take me for a short ride? I need to collect a few items."
I shrugged and grabbed the car keys. "Where are we going?"
"I can't give you an address or a store name for the GPS, but I'm pretty sure I know where I'm going. I'll try to give you the best directions with lots of warning about the turns we need to take," he added mysteriously.
"Okay, then," I agreed with another shrug.
His directions were specific and I had no trouble following them. We were perhaps two miles from the house when he asked me to pull over and park off the road near a canyon filled with brush. "I'll be just a minute," he smiled and walked carefully down the steep ravine side. I'd offered to accompany him, but he said that I didn't need to fall, too. He was probably right. My sense of balance sometimes eludes me.
Less than five minutes later, he was back, carrying a medium-sized bag. "Where did that come from?" I asked.
"Uh, well, I transported down with some items that I thought might be necessary, if you didn't think I was worth the risk," he smiled. "As if there were any chance of that," he smirked.
"You conniving, uh, alien!" I laughed. "So, what's in the bag?"
"I'll show you when we get home. These items aren't for other humans to see," he intoned seriously.
"Really?" I wondered. He only nodded and got back in the car with me. At home, he locked the front and back doors and opened his bag in the kitchen, placing one item after another on the counter. I looked but didn't touch. Only looking at them gave me no clue as to their utility.
Before I could ask, he turned to me and said seriously, "Never a word to anyone." I nodded and returned my gaze to the alien objects. He picked up the items one by one and began to explain their functions. "This is a scanner," he began. I looked perplexed. He smiled and said, "Not that kind of scanner like you have in your office to reproduce images of something. This scans an item and then tells you want it is, including components, health status, composition of elements inside, and pathogens. Currently, it can scan my species and do all that. And I could scan you as a reference for humans (something I already accomplished from space) or any other living organism down to a virus. And that includes plants."
"Wow!" I exclaimed. "This sounds like something from Star Trek."
"This instrument can do a lot more than what you've seen their scanner do in that television show," Pieter revealed. "And this device can repair any living organism. Allow me to demonstrate." We walked through the kitchen where he grabbed a pair of scissors and went outside. He selected a frond from a fan palm and snipped it off. He handed me the sliced of palm front. "No smoke and mirrors," he smiled. He took the plant leaf back and held it against the point where he'd separated the frond from the tree. With his other special device, he reattached the leaf and stood back. "Go ahead, check it out. You'll find that the cut point is completely healed. If you check it again in a week or a month, you'll see that the frond hasn't been damaged and is perfectly healthy."
Back in the house, he scanned the granite countertop. He told me the elements that make up granite. He scanned a wooden chair. Again, he told me what kind of wood it was as well as the elements in the seat and back cushions, including the padding underneath.
I was stunned. I had no idea what questions to ask or even what more he could demonstrate.
"I scanned all of the earth to get a base point, so the device would understand what it was seeing. However, the elements that make up Earth and the beings upon it are the same ones that are common in the universe. So, that part was easy," he smiled. "And in case you wondered, this device," he indicating holding the device that he'd used to reattach the palm frond, "is capable of repairing injuries to all living things on Earth. And that includes blood vessels or other circulatory systems, nerves, flesh, and skin or other covering." He looked at me and smiled. "A little overwhelmed, perhaps?"
"That doesn't begin to describe my reaction," I blurted out. "I don't even know where to begin."
"Well, I did cheat a little bit," he admitted. "I could get nearly all of the needed data from orbit, but I it needs to be refined for more complex organisms like animal life. Plant life is fairly simple, as are bacteria, viruses, and other single-cell life forms. The device can differentiate between a pathogen that will harm a particular life form and what is benign."
"I noticed that the readouts, I guess you'd call them, are in a language I don't understand," I observed.
"You are correct. Should this fall into human hands, they will not be able to decipher what it can do. Additionally, all my devices are keyed to my bio-signature. Only I can operate them," he revealed. Additional devices on the kitchen counter had similar interesting looks, but one in particular looked like a Kindle Fire or an I-pad. It was about 11" by 7". I looked at it questioningly. "Ah, yes," he smiled again. "This one allows me to scan anything and look inside it or behind it. I can determine the focus and the depth of the item to be imaged, as well as magnify what I'm looking at down to the molecular level."
I wasn't sure what he could do with that, but I nodded dumbly and pointed to the next item.
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