"So how about having sex with me?" Jeff asked in a nervous but hopeful voice.
She looked confused for a second. Then she answered, "Uh, you know I remember having sex and growing up. I guess that machine of yours created memories for me. Though I suppose, if I really was always a peep, I must be a virgin, right?"
"Uh, well, I'm a virgin too," Jeff stammered.
"But - do you think the people in my memories are real? Would they remember me? Or are they just constructs?"
"Uh - hm, I don't know. It might be like Blade Runner, where they took a real person's memories and implanted them in you. So you might have a clone or twin out there? I can check the program's tutorial and help files, if you like?" Jeff offered.
She laughed, "After sex, silly!" She flopped down on Jeff's bed and lifted the cover.
Jeff began to strip, and answered, "Yes, ma'am!"
After a sweaty 45 minutes of passion, Jeff was snoring. Peepette dressed in Jeff's old t-shirt sat down at the Chronivac and started to type.