Chapter 3:

Wednesday, 4/10/2216, Part 3

Help! I'm Addicted to Cyber Drugs in a Dystopian City


You’re tied to a chair, naked, handcuffed, and gagged. You feel the cold metal of the chair pressed against your bare skin, in a way that is not entirely unpleasant. K is standing several feet in front of you, her naked body completely portless. She laughs. The tracks are on her arms are clearly visible. She walks over, taking her time, focused on every step. When she reaches you, she puts her hand on the back of your neck, covering your neck-port and holding your head in place. Her arm slides around your shoulder as she sits on your lap, shifting the weight gradually from feet, to arm, to ass. She looks deep into your eyes. “Oh, I’ve got something else,” she says softly leaning back to scoop something off the smooth silver floor. She holds up a syringe full of brown fluid. You try to protest through the gag, but you hear nothing but mumbles. “Shut up,” she says playfully and inserts the syringe into your neck-port and pushes down on the plunger. As the syringe empties, the handcuffs unclick. You slowly lift your hands and place them on her thighs. They look huge and unpleasantly distinct juxtaposed against her small frame and dark complexion. You look up to her shimmering hazel eyes. She has one eyebrow cocked and is at the same time terrifying and beautiful. Her expression softens and she smiles. She leans in towards your face, stopping 3 inches away. She licks her two front teeth and leans in further, past your face until her mouth is touching your left ear right above your NAC. You hear nothing but her breath and your own pounding heartbeat. “Now fuck me,” she whispers.

KB:2178:MO;CM:994 AWAKE

Fuck! End program!

Internal Notice: Heart rate unusually elevated. Do you require assistance?

Select no.

Main menu, select body, select penis, select function, erection, status: on, select maintain, escape, select main menu, select neural network, select web, search pornography, select custom, “Are you over 18?,” select yes, search criteria, enter: Asian, Hispanic, Dark Skin, Skinny, Brunette, Bondage, FemDom. “I can be yours all night long. We can do whatever you like,” an AI avatar says. “Would you like to download Full Experience Phantasies to your neural network?” 5. 4. 3. 2. 1. Select skip ad.

I’m experiencing a suitable approximation of my sick shock induced fantasy within 30 seconds, having traversed the three meters between my desk and the bathroom blindly. My vision was still covered with walls of text about a font from the file's camouflage, but I don’t need my eyes right now. I seem to have banged my knee pretty badly against the corner of my desk, but it doesn’t matter. I’ll deal with all of that later.

. . .

Ugh…

I’m disgusting.

I know that better than anyone.

After finishing I can’t help but feel ashamed and creepy. Also, now that I’m out of that mode my knee really hurts. Select main menu, select body, select joints, select knees, select left, select nerves, lower sensitivity.

Ughhhh, that was super gross. I usually try not to simulate real people. It just feels like a violation. Welp... I did it anyway.

It was exciting though, in its own gross way. I’m getting older and it’s good to know the fire’s not completely gone. It's just the fire of a thirty-eight year old creep now.

K though.

Damn.

I didn’t know her age but I knew she looked slightly younger than me. No, slightly is wishful thinking. She was probably in her late twenties or early thirties, maybe. I wonder if you age differently when you’re unaugmented? Not worth the search, too tired.

I pull the shock drive out of my shoulder. The contents were already uploaded. There was almost half of the data left in the Helvetica folder. It was good shit. Well programed.

“Ami,” I mumble as I trudge into my bedroom.

No response. She must not be in interactive mode. Whatever. Too tired. Doesn’t matter.

I yawn. A huge yawn that lasts for at least 15 seconds. A loud yawn, duly accompanied by that kind of fully voiced groan which indicated it meant business. A warning yawn that seemed to be saying “you better find somewhere soft to fall cause you’re about to drop”.

I drop.

Thankfully, I made it to my bed in time.

Without looking, I lazily yank out the “sleep aid” plug-in while face down on the mattress. I wouldn’t need the real one either. Nope. Just a satisfying natural fade out, ending today’s unbroken stream of consciousness. Briefly interrupted by… whatever. 

I feel the bed mold around me and I slowly slip away.

KB:2178:MO;CM:994 SLEEP