He's relieved that the security measures here don't extend to a fingerprint or iris scanner, and he
remembers Isaac's proposal for a biometric identification system which required the user to perform
thirty seconds of oral sex on an androgynous piezo-electric tubercle, on the basis that any given
individual's precise oral sex technique is both unique and impossible to teach or imitate.
I came a couple of times, so my brain's fall full of oxytocin - plus you wouldn't leave my nipples alone,
which was, you know, nice, but that means even more oxytocin - and that'll make me want to pair-bond with
you and then, like, cry when you don't call. But alcohol messes with hormone release from the hypothalamus and the
pituitary. So if I drink something neurotoxic right after we fuck, I don't bond with you so much. It's folk medicine, I guess,
but I kind of trust it.