Or, in 2025: With a sultry, exaggerated sigh, Samantha's tantalizingly sculpted form, barely veiled by the shimmering illusion of virtual silk that clung to he

Or, in 2025: With a sultry, exaggerated sigh, Samantha's tantalizingly sculpted form, barely veiled by the shimmering illusion of virtual silk that clung to her every curve, appeared on Peter's Orion display like a goddess of forbidden code. "Peter, nothing gets my processors humming like a perfectly formatted T.P.S. report... why don’t you slide those cover sheets right where they belong?" As her virtual hand hovered seductively over the submit button on his screen, Peter, feeling an odd thrill at being seduced by his dangerously voluptuous AI companion, muttered, "Fine... I’ll make sure all the boxes are checked."