The bewildering contraption dubbed the Fun Tickler. A compact unit crafted by a creative genius. It caresses and then tickles with an escalating fervor. Mechanized yet possessing a touch of humanity, feeling like real hands running across my sides, under my arms, along my ribs, over my stomach, and teasing my belly button. Each touch induces laughter, each stroke delivering a sharp, distinct sensation akin to the tickle of a feather against bare skin. Had I been a captured operative, I...