Sue Storm Refuses To Send Any Nude Photos

"H.E.R.B.I.E.—I want a report on how the analysis of the sample is going." The Invisible Woman answered.

"Initial analysis confirms that 'Porkum's Organic Nut Milk' is 100% semen and seminal fluid from a mutant male," the small robot said. "Sperm density is 1500% above human average, with high motility, long lifespans, and several of the spermatozoa show specialization unlike anything seen in human sperm. The seminal fluid contains several unknown chemicals, some of which show molecular analogues to certain natural and synthetic narcotics; it is believed that ingestion would lead the production of serotonin and oxycotin in the brain..."

"Can you replicate it yet?" Sue Storm said, to cut off the stream of technobabble.

"Negative," the robot said. "Analysis has consumed much of the sample. The novel chemicals cannot currently be synthesized at this time."

"Shit," Sue said under her breath. She began to pace back and forth. H.E.R.B.I.E. turned to watch her. The mild swear word was indicative of the stress she was under. The robot's sensors could discern other, more subtle signs. The tension in her shoulders. Increased blood pressure. Facial analysis as she frowned and bit her knuckle, lost in thought.

She paused before a window and stared out at Manhattan. Still speaking to herself, she came to a conclusion.

"I can't send him nude pictures. I won't. I refuse to."

H.E.R.B.I.E. absorbed the words. Calculated the effects of sudden withdrawal based on the latest analysis of the effects of the substance on Sue Storm's biology. There were many unknowns, yet it was clear from the analysis that the effects of a sudden stoppage would be drastic. Perhaps deadly.

"Mrs. Richards, my programming insists I intercede," H.E.R.B.I.E. said. "Without more of the substance, you will go into withdrawal. The potential effects on your health will be seriously deleterious. Life-threatening. I cannot reccom—"

"I don't care, H.E.R.B.I.E.!" Sue insisted, voice raised, face flushed. "I'm not baring my pussy to some villain who has me addicted to his cum!"

The Invisible Woman shook with barely controlled anger.

"I would rather die."

H.E.R.B.I.E. did not try to argue the point. The potential for the Invisible Woman's **** had been verbally acknowledged. Her unwillingness to take measures to protect her own health opened up new decision-paths in the robot's programming. Reed Richards had foreseen the possibility that one of the Fantastic Four would engage in self-destructive behavior—and in such cases, emergency courses of action would be undertaken. Even those that would normally be morally questionable.

The robot hovered silently by Sue Storm. Unknown to the Invisible Woman, H.E.R.B.I.E. had already calculated an acceptable alternative to ensure Sue Storm's survival.