The Package (Pt 1) (430 hits)
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Submitted by Hate Mudkips (View user info) at 2009-06-17 00:31:37 EDT
Amanda slams the computer onto the desk. Fifty goddamn spam e-mails and forwarded messages about 'improving your sex life' and 'get the spark back in the bedroom'. As if she doesn't get constantly reminded of her and Julie's breakup. While her circle of friends seemed to express nothing but sympathies, as if a death had occurred, Amanda had never been hornier in her life.
"It's been two fucking weeks!" she screams to no one in particular. Poindexter, her gray tabby, stops batting at a stray thread momentarily, then resumes. She clicks through a few favorite bookmarked porn sites. "The Sapphic shit really isn't doing it for me right now," she mutters to herself, typing in the password to her favorite Japanese Male-Bot porn site.
Since 2067 and the United Nations Population Measure #28 had passed, human heterosexual intercourse was nearly unheard of. Under this measure, 90% of the existing males were chemically, then physically castrated. With a population of twenty billion expected to double within twenty years, the leaders of the world's most prominent nations had chosen the lesser of two evils. The Bulls and the Cows, as the breeding castes were called, were carefully selected groups of the most genetically robust and diverse representations of Homo sapiens. With the Bulls and Cows, humanity could reproduce without completely overwhelming the planet's already scarce resources. It was a measure of last resort, and met with much opposition worldwide. Those that were not quelled in the Uprising, when close to 1.6 billion were killed, managed to keep their frustrations bottled enough to survive.
Amanda gazes, pupils dilated as she watches two Male-Bots embrace and strip a moaning Asian girl. "God, I want that," she pants, greedily eyeing the bulge under the pants of the Bot on the left, "Oh, that too," eyeing the right hand of the right-side Bot pushing his shorts down, freeing a massively erect cock. She snakes her own hand into her panties, sliding the tip of her index finger over her slick clit.
Humanity had taken a decidedly different course than was planned in the earlier years of the 21st century. The men, being relegated to eunuchs, protested little at being placed in worker castes; although, what protest was voiced did no good at any cost—failure to submit to castration and a work assignment meant instant execution. The few non-Bull males rumored to have kept their virility intact formed a sort of underground resistance, the Brotherhood. The resistance was something you heard in whispers coming from the alleyway behind you, or a cryptic graffiti message on the El; there was no substantiated evidence for its existence.
She breathes heavily, hair damp and curling from her evaporating sweat, as she thrusts in and out her favorite dildo, Sam. Her left hand is tracing circles around her clit, in tandem with the thrusting from her right. Her legs begin to clench, orgasm imminent, as she arches her back with a soft "Oh..." being all the evidence of the powerful climax gripping her body. She slumps onto the bed, conscious only of her heartbeat as it thuds her to sleep.
Commonly spoken of, and somewhat accepted, was the Male-Bot, or substitute for a human man. Exponentially more advanced than the RealDoll of the earlier part of the century, a Male-Bot not only appeared completely life-life; it could move autonomously, carry on a conversation, be programmed to seek knowledge in any area of study its owner wanted it to know, and act out programmed sexual scenarios. Although financially out of reach of most of the earth's women, there were certain places one could obtain a secondhand Bot for relatively cheaply—provided you could absorb the cost of the Bot's CPU ceasing to function properly within a year of use. This normally resulted in erratic behavior on the part of the Bot; acting out programmed sex scenes continuously, with or without a partner, was an oft-filmed and laughed about glitch.
Rumored as well was the idea that Male-Bots were fashioned by the previously homosexual eunuch workers. Since they had no interest in contributing to the gene pool anyway, why not contribute a bit of fun for the poor girls who had to live without real, pulsing cock? Another whisper in certain circles was that the gay males were not castrated at all, since they seemed to pose no threat to the overpopulation problem.
Amanda wakes with a start, sex toy still in her right hand. "FUCK!" she exclaims. That nap was going to cost her a stern lecture and points docked from her employee file. Her bitch butch of a boss, Moira, would probably try to collect some sexual favor as compensation for being late...again. "Oh well...it was worth it," she says to Sam as she washes the plastic penis and places it gently in its case beside her bed. Poindexter mrreows at her, pushing open the door slightly.
She pats his neck and begins the rush to work.
Walking into the lobby of GeniChem, Amanda is greeted with Moira's glowering eyes under a fringe of walnut-brown hair. Moira's arms are crossed beneath her tiny breasts, oversized blazer enhancing the slightly masculine lines of her body. Sighing, Amanda begins "I am so sor..." Moira looks at her, gaze spanning navel to neck before meeting her eyes, "This is your second warning, Eringer. Please come to my office immediately."
Amanda follows Moira's squat figure into the elevator, pressing her back against the wall furthest from the doors. Moira pushes the floor button and turns, tilting an eyebrow. Amanda averts her gaze to an intriguing scratch on her three month old left shoe. "I saw your preliminary report on the parthenogenesis trials," Moira interjects, "You do realize that this project is backed by trillions of dollars and the future of the world, don't you Eringer? We have no room for errors that an undergraduate could avoid." Amanda fights an impulse to choke the smug out of Moira's respiratory system, swallowing before she replies "Yes, Ma'am."
Twenty floors and ten seconds of silence later, the doors bing open to the executive level of GeniChem's Biochemistry Division. Moira's small heels clack out of the elevator onto the mirror-polished floors, Amanda reluctantly pacing behind her.
Walking past the whoosh of Moira's automatic office doors, Amanda notes a few changes in the office. The desk, once facing the floor-to-ceiling panorama of Chicago's urban detritus, is now turned to the entrance of the room... "Taking a page from the male corporate manual, are you Moira?" she thinks. The spaces by the windows in which houseplants used to thrive are now home to a group of nondescript, bland metallic objet d'art representing the sterility in which all GeniChem's endeavors are performed.
Moira laces her fingers on the back of her head as she semi-reclines behind her desk. She nods her eyes towards the chair facing the wall of glass, and Amanda complies by seating herself. Suddenly interested in her fingernails, she hears the Cliff Notes version of Moira's lecture, nodding and appearing downcast at the appropriate times. At the word 'demonstrations', she is alert. "I am fully prepared to demonstrate my commitment to this project and the company," Amanda says; Moira furrows her thick brows momentarily, replying "I WAS talking about the protestors on the street, Eringer."
Amanda's embarrassment is palpable. Pay better attention! Her professional self-preservation screams. Moira, with an eyebrow further into her hairline than ever before, continues: "It's not about silencing dissent. It's more about getting the cameras and the dissenters from encountering each other." She nods, not entirely certain if it's the appropriate time. "You, Eringer, need to be the face to the voice of the company—the common woman, just trying to eke out a living."
"Yes, Ma'am. Please let me know how I can best perform this," Amanda intones. "Simply: go downstairs, read from the press release, answer a few questions and get back to your station." Moira takes sudden interest in a flashing light on her phone console, leaving Amanda to quietly slip out of the whooshing office doors.
To be continued
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Submitted by RoadSong (user info) at 2009-06-18 16:53:19 EDT (#)
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"Amanda gazes, pupils dilated as she watches two Male-Bots embrace and strip a moaning Asian girl."
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Yes, but will bots take out the trash too?
HELL YES!
Submitted by firefly (user info) at 2009-06-18 13:45:48 EDT (#)
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No Comment
Submitted by cheerios (user info) at 2009-06-17 16:13:03 EDT (#)
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Submitted by GreatOdensRaven (user info) at 2009-06-17 16:06:43 EDT (#)
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Great work
Submitted by skrapmetal (user info) at 2009-06-17 11:43:42 EDT (#)
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I read something like this in Playboy 1000 years ago. It was a short story. Orwellian with "Big Mother" and breeding taking the place of "Big Brother" and knowledge. As I recall, it didn't have sex robots, though.
Submitted by Yozz (user info) at 2009-06-17 10:32:42 EDT (#)
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Dig it. Dug it. Dig-dugged it.
Submitted by PlatinumScarecrow (user info) at 2009-06-17 08:25:20 EDT (#)
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Very 1984-esque. With adult effects. Me Likes.
Submitted by monkeyswithguns (user info) at 2009-06-17 07:47:33 EDT (#)
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Submitted by JoeyG (user info) at 2009-06-17 05:49:01 EDT (#)
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nice.
Submitted by F.J.Bell (user info) at 2009-06-17 05:33:53 EDT (#)
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This was really rather brilliant.
Submitted by TuTs (user info) at 2009-06-17 02:32:13 EDT (#)
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In India they sterilised the slum dwellers, it is only a matter of population growth before they begin sterilisation at birth. They will implement a one child policy first though like China. The only problem with having only a select few breed is the resulting lack of genetic diversity.
Submitted by registerme (user info) at 2009-06-17 01:59:37 EDT (#)
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pretty good!
Submitted by Ballare (user info) at 2009-06-17 01:39:18 EDT (#)
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haha below
Submitted by JonnyX (user info) at 2009-06-17 00:43:18 EDT (#)
Ranking: 2
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