Mark agrees.

"ALL CLEAR!" Lily suddenly shouted, startling Mark. Jen burst out of the bathroom door, grinning ear to ear.

"I told you we could find uses for her! We've just gotta be creative!"

Mark and Lily both chuckled. Mark glanced at Lily in surprise and she shrugged. He waved a hand in front of her face and she just rolled her eyes before her face went slack.

"So if we don't talk to her, she won't activate?" Mark asked.

Jen walked across the room and stood beside him. The other woman's eyes bored holes into the wall above her head.

"I think so," she said. She paused for a moment, then continued. "My ideal man is pretty smart, huh? You seem pretty sharp, sharp enough to put two and two together. So why did you ask me for an explainer on an extremely obvious conclusion?"

Mark blushed and opened his mouth, but she cut him off. "Because I like explaining things," she said with wonder. "How do you feel about sundried tomatoes?"

"Love 'em. I'm guessing you don't?" Mark smiled, already knowing where she was going.

"No," she said. "Because my ideal partner would gladly eat any I picked out of my salad. It's like this thing is predicting what we need before we even think of it ourselves. It's not just our mental image, but it's at least partially based on that. Because I changed Lily with my mind!"

"You definitely did," Lily said nonchalantly.

"So then is it figuring stuff out for us? If it's 'figuring stuff out' then does it have sapience? An agenda, even-"

Mark cut her off sharply with a kiss. She immediately reciprocated. As he pulled her naked body into bed next to him he felt an intense wave of dizziness. She broke the kiss and started laughing. God, her neck was sexy! The delicate curve of her shoulder, down to her collarbones, her-

"Oh my God," she said as her laughter slowly subsided. "I just realized something!"

"Yeah?" he said as he reached towards her cleft.

"My ideal man fucking loves sex! The best part of sex is an authentically enthusiastic partner - nothing gets me hotter than knowing how much you love plowing me!"

He exhaled sharply as his middle finger expertly moved through her folds to hone in on her clitoris. "You have no idea," he grunted. "I can't control myself."

He felt her noticeably moisten as he spoke gruffly into her neck. He paused to plant a series of small, yearning pecks along her shoulder. When one dipped below the collarbones, Jen felt a small shudder pass through his entire body. She cooed softly at that.

As he rolled onto her, he was startled when they bumped into Lily. She was still sitting up on her side of the bed, her lower half covered with a sheet. She stared vacantly past them.

"Fuck, I forgot about you!"

She animated briefly to roll her eyes. "Way to go, dipshit," she said sarcastically. "You know I can't do anything unless I'm told, right?"

Jen burst into hoarse laughter. "She's still in me mode!" She turned to the young woman, who looked bored. "Is this weird?"

Lily sighed and looked at her oddly. Almost... scornfully? "Yeah, it's super weird. I mean, I'm you, and I just fucked-"

"Stop acting like me, you - ahhhh - fucking weirdo!" Jen panted as Mark gently circled her maidenhead with his index and middle fingers. She could hear her blood pounding in her temples and it felt like her body was on fire. "You should- fuck, Mark, what do you want her to do?"