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More human than human, that was the advertising. She circled him slowly, watching the way his eyes opened and followed her, his fur reaching out, almost, toward her, a stray strand wrapping around her wrist through the cage bars. "Always wanting a pairbond," the seller said sourly. "Thought I was going to make a mint on these, but they're more than pets and less than a real challenge. The girls sell fine, but the boys--well, and there I took mostly boys because they were cheaper." She scowled and tried to block out his voice. Those eyes, so filled with hope and anticipating pain--she wanted to run away from those eyes.

Inspiration: "More Human Than Human"
Story Potential: Medium.
Notes: This is not a romance. It is not a symbiotic relationship. It's something else, some other bond that becomes just as critical. What?
The mobile search activated as soon as she realized that he hadn't just left her; he'd taken her research with him. That research was something he wasn't even supposed to know about, and realizing that he did made her wonder what else he knew that he wasn't supposed to--and what she didn't know that she ought to have. Because her prototype was working already, she found him within 30 seconds--about four hundred feet higher in the air than her research showed anything being. It scared her, a little. Was the opposition good enough, far enough ahead of them that that was even possible? Was there another group involved that she didn't know the existence of? What was going on? Maybe there was a flaw in her calculations, and the y axis--

Inspiration: An article about a mobile phone search.
Story Potential: Low.
Notes: Ugh. What a clunky mess.
She pulled herself out of the orgy as soon as she felt her mind begin to clear. Then the pain sank in. Her entire body ached and throbbed. Hands grabbed at her ankles. She couldn't run, but she could stomp. She felt the fanny pack around her waist, relieved that it had survived this bout. She had, she knew, eight hours of clarity, and four of them had to be for sleep--she yawned just thinking about it. She inspected her body, applied antibacterial ointment and bandages to fresh scratches and bites--the human mouth was a filthy thing, especially since the disease spread. She applied pain-numbing ointment to her nether regions, biting back a curse as tears filled her eyes.

Inspiration: "Book of the Month" by Lovage
Story Potential: High.
Notes: Strongest written as not erotic, I think, though it could be. Imagine a plague that magnifies the sexual urge several hundred times. Could happen. Or a parasite? Think of the mice drawn to cats. Some would give in, sleeping as soon as the urge stopped, continuing until they died. Interesting. Would leave those who stayed partially sane entirely uninterested in sexual chemistry or romance the rest of the time, which would drastically change human interactions.
It wasn't as wonderful having a millionaire girlfriend as all the tabloids would have you believe, he thought sourly as he stared at yet another tabloid picture of the two of them cuddled together at a table while the flashbulbs popped and the recorders hovered. It had been in the beginning; suddenly he was somebody. Star glamor shone on him, if only by proxy. He had expected to keep loving it all: fine dining, sudden entrance into all the places where he could only have gone in the service entry before, being recognized when he was at the supermarket, and having people call him "Mr. Godson" with respect in their voices. It hadn't taken long before he was able to see through the respect, though, to the contempt--

Inspiration: "Millionaire Girlfriend" - Jonathan Coulton
Story Potential: Low.
Notes: Meh. Boring. Maybe a sci-fi spin could make it moderately interesting, but it would be a lot of work.

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