"I can taste it," Motoko replied, not taking her eyes of the dangerous, intimate drink. Unperturbed the Spice-infused tea continued it's gentle steaming, "Visceral sensation."

The chem stats had faded, but she called them up again— there was nothing in this that should have garnered that reaction, no flavor locked in biochemical memory to evoke the visceral sensation of taste. Heat and texture...she might assign it the memory of tea, but it was taking on partial memory patterns of itself.

"It should be impossible."