<…just slightly warmer than the human body,> said the pot in tones of quiet contentment. <Not too hot. Not boiling hot. Just…warm. Just as warm as flesh, flesh on a summer day, flesh under the bright light of the sun…> <Hey, I got news for you about flesh,> she said to the pot. <Mm? Really?> She rapidly convinced the scrived pot that human flesh was several times hotter than what it’d been originally told—or it would be, in about one minute. And then it should believe that for exactly one minute after that; otherwise if it kept believing it should be so terribly hot it might set the whole
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