Camping 2120

Camping 2120

The ATV wagon crawled along the open ground, the large balloon tires made the ride soft and the headlights lit up the ground ahead to almost daylight levels in front of the first wagon in the line of five identical wagons as they crawled along.

The headlamps reveled the occasional tiny snowflake reveling the cold in a landscape that otherwise gave no hint of anything but grass and the occasional group of bushes.
The man in the drivers seat intently looked at the terrain as it passed, a look of pain on his face.

“HAL” was the first word he spoke, a command followed, a voice did answer in the otherwise empty vehicle he was sitting in. “Record travel log” (Recording…) was the immediate answer.

“Day 197” (131 days in our current reality, Dave) Jim, only slightly annoyed, answered. “Don’t start with me HAL, humor isn’t going to help!” (Not humor Dave, just a fact, I think we need to start thinking of where we are in its own terms, at least along with terms from home)
“Ok Hal, I know you don’t like your name, you certainly take every opportunity to remind me of how outdated my cultural references are and my name is not Dave! Choose your own name if you dislike it that badly!”

The computer giggled (Just trying to cheer you up a bit Jim, this hunt for Elvis has me… I’m not sure if depressed is possible but I miss him as well)

“I know you miss him Hal, and I really feel we will find him, the site where we found his translocator only had traces of blood and the Raptors are too small to have dragged him away that cleanly”

(I certainly hope so Jim, our camping trip has really allowed me to see and do things an AI couldn’t expect, surprising me is difficult… you know because I’m so smart… but loosing Elvis is difficult to accept)

“A smart ass… but it is what I ordered so carry on, if we can’t find Elvis, you’ll be my only company, perhaps forever. Now can we get back to recording?”

(Please continue Captain!)
“’Travel Log, day 131 here, day 197 back on Earth. The search for Elvis continues, I’ve had the caravan going in ever wider circles since we found the dogs computer interface and a small knot of bloody hair. Raptor tracks all over the area suggest Elvis was in a fight with the small feathered ground hawks at the very least but we are hoping he is still alive and can be helped.”

(Jim!) An annoyed look passed over Jim’s face for a moment. (I detect movement ahead! A warm body, moving this way, its Elvis!) then he saw it in the head lights! Elvis was running toward the vehicle and something was following him!

“Hal, what is that?” (It looks like a person! It’s chasing Elvis!) “Sight the laser turret on the figure, if it’s chasing Elvis give it some discouragement!”

The figure came into view, it was a person! Limping badly as Jim watched in disbelief the figure stumbled and fell, Elvis turned back! He turned back and seemed to be urging the figure to continue to approach the Wagon. ”Hal cancel last command” Jim Opened the front of the ATV and jumped out to help.

Elvis was in bad shape; he was favoring his front left leg and didn’t want to leave the person he was barking at. Jim, his breath condensing in the cold grabbed Elvis by his harness and put him in the wagon. The person Just laid still on the ground as Elvis continued to bark his head off, making those odd sounds a hound makes when he is too excited to just yap like a small dog would. Jim decided that Elvis wanted him to help so he picked up the woman… woman! Yes, it was a woman Elvis had led to his ATV. She was light for her height, maybe 100 lbs. at most. Jim carried her to the crawler and laid her on the side bench just behind the driver’s seat and closed the front hatch.

It was mayhem, Elvis was barking, Hal was yelling, and the woman was groaning, obviously in need of attention. Finally, Hal got his attention. (Jim, about a dozen raptors are gathering in the headlights, evidently that was what Elvis the woman was trying to run from.)
“Light ‘em up Hal, show them why they should avoid us!”

Almost instantly the raptors began to scatter as the laser turret gave each a case of smoking feathers.

“Hal, vape the heads of a couple smaller ones, may as well get some fresh meat for Elvis!”

Immediately two of the raptors suffered blown minds as their heads were vaporized off their bodies by the laser.

“Hal, send out a couple spider bots to retrieve the raptors and pluck their feathers. Retrieve them and store them up top until I get this mess sorted out”

Jim turned his attention to Elvis, a deep cut on his left front leg, exactly where his translocator should have been!

“Hal, can you get a direct link to his com or has all the hardware been removed?”

(I started working on it as soon as he was in range, give me a few more minutes, I might be able to install a new one easier.)

Jim turned to look at Elvis who had that sad Basset hound look as though he was a bit miffed at being ignored. “’Buddy, do you want us to put you in the autodoc first or try to hook you back up to the network first?”

Elvis understood human speech quite well, he just couldn’t speak it with out his computer interface. Elvis limped up to Jim and whined and used his paw to stroke Jim’s mouth.

“Hook him up Hal, be gentle!”

A small spider bot came out of the wall slot and crawled up onto Elvis, it inserted a small object directly into Elvis’s injured shoulder, the dog yelped loudly but held still for the procedure.

The spider bot withdrew and suddenly the yowls and chortles that Elvis generated became words Jim could understand. Elvis was an immortal dog just like Jim was an immoral human. Immortality had been achieved in 2025 when Jim had turned 75. Jim was one of the first wave of volunteers and lucky enough for it to have worked. The first trails hadn’t ended as well for many of the first volunteers making Jim one of the oldest humans in existence. Two others who would have been older, but they met untimely ends in accidents. At fist some people who got the treatment became a little reckless, but immortality didn’t make you immune to accidental death, just old age was covered…

Elvis began to speak; his words were concern for his new companion. “Help her! She saved me from the raptors, but her leg was injured, maybe broken, she really did help me get away from the raptors, she has a stick she uses as a weapon, mean in a fight, help her please!”

Hal, prepare the nano vat for Elvis, he looks like he could use a few hours of healing. Hal made the cover of Elvis’s personal healing tank slide back and Elvis immediately immersed himself into the thick liquid. This was not his first time being healed and showed no reluctance. Elvis knew wounds would be healed and age reset in two hours or so, he looked forward to it.

Jim looked over at the woman, she was covered by a heavy cloak, that looked and felt like very soft wool or some other natural material. The cloak had a hood that covered and hid her face and as he lifted the cloak away from her, she was nude under the cloak and seemed to be extensively tattooed, her whole body was indigo blue, her hair was white, not white like a grey headed person but stark titanium white, suddenly embarrassed Jim noticed her pubic hair was white as well. Suddenly something else stirred between her legs under her blue cloak, she had a tail! A real Tail! Thicker than my wrist and slightly longer than her legs, it was a lighter color of blue with a tuft of white hair on its end.
HAL! Are you playing some sort of VR joke on me? If so, I might have you rebooted! (No Jim, this, as weird as it seems this is real Jim) With that Jim began to look at his new companion a little closer, the skin on the palms of her hands was of a lighter blue, her inner thighs were light blue, her public skin was light blue under the hair and her tail was light blue as well. She had fangs and her face resembled what you would expect if humans had evolved from cat like creatures. Jim had to admit she was not a Homo sapiens, maybe not even from Earth. Damn he had bugged out to get away from aliens, now he had one unconscious on his bench…

She appeared to be old, very old, if he had to guess he would say late 80s or early 90s. Her age was written in the wrinkles and scars on her face, she reminded him of a picture of an old Navajo woman from the turn of the 20th century he had once seen in a magazine.
Hal, can you help her? (I’ll have to unleash several spider bots to sample her DNA and scan her internally before I can say) Do it, see if you can fix her leg, surely you can do that. (I might be able to fix her leg, but it will be painful, and I have no idea what or how she will respond to human drugs) Do it Hal, she will not survive if we don’t help her!
Jim sat back and watched as the spider bots worked on the woman’s leg. Jim, with his rather odd sense of humor, thought it appeared he had a 6’ tall smurf in his charge.

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First contact?

New story… First contact…

Sarah watched the video screen as the rover Odin crawled across the surface of the planet Asgard. It was easy to think the video was in real time, but the reality was that the newly discovered planet Asgard was a little less than a light day from Earth. When Asgard was first found, it was thought it might be a rogue planet but subsequent measurements showed it was in a very long slow orbit of the Sun.

20,000 miles in diameter and made mostly of various ices with a metallic core and rocky outer layer over that metal core. The core was thought to be a bit bigger than Earth but the icy mantle was 6,000 miles deep and consisted of exotic high pressure ices and supercritical fluids. Cryovolcanoes were common on the surface, vast seas of liquid methane and ethane covered two thirds of its surface. Asgard was almost a much larger analog of Saturn’s moon Titan.

Asgard was so interesting that within a decade of its’ discovery an orbiter had been sent and three rovers landed on the surface. The orbiter was called Valkyrie, the three rovers were named Odin, Thor and Loki but like his mischievous name sake Loki had proved to be troublesome. Loki had stopped transmitting within a few weeks after a flood of methane rain had buried the hapless probe but Odin and Thor were operating with near perfection.

The surface of Asgard was, both unique and familiar. The atmosphere was a ten-bar mixture of helium, hydrogen, nitrogen, neon and other noble gasses. CO2, CO, and some hydrocarbons made up intermittent snowfall in the areas around the extensive cryovolcano activity. Methane rain squalls swept the surface regularly and the winds often broke off the crystalline growths that covered much of the surface.

Sarah had been mesmerized from the very beginning by the vast vistas the rovers had revealed. The forests of strange crystals, what appeared to be slow moving analogs of animal life, and yes there appeared to be life on the surface. Some scientists still had doubts preferring to wait before coming out on the side of living things, instead they asserted it was possible the growths and odd looking spiny balls and other shapes were just odd crystals and accretions native to the surface being rolled around by wind.

Sarah came down strongly on the side of life being responsible for the odd objects and growth on Asgard. But she had to admit the basis of such life was at this point was speculative at best! Five weeks ago, just as Oden approached what seemed to be a forest of crystalline forms, all transmissions from Valkyrie had stopped, 12 days of panic had ensued before the signal had been reacquired.

Three centuries of scientific advance, retreat, and finally advance since man first landed on the moon. “I am so lucky to live in this time,” Thought Sarah, “superstition has been vanquished, various faiths no longer fought between themselves to the detriment of society, a real utopia was finally on the horizon.”

While the power of religion had been quelled most of Earths people still held a belief in a higher power and various Temples, Mosques, Cathedrals, Churches and other holy sites were still held in high regard and services were still held there in the old traditions but the influences, not to mention the power of life and death had subsided.

Sarah smiled, “What a wonderful time to be alive…”

Now yet another problem had cropped up, the signal was old video, for some reason the Valkyrie orbiter had been sending old data instead of new. Sarah had noticed when the data stream had resumed the video seemed to be showing a surface that was familiar. Almost two weeks of study, trying to get the orbiter to reboot and even switching to sending the signals to the Pluto orbiter for re-transmission had failed to determine what the problem was. Two days ago, the explanation suddenly became glaringly obvious.

A new signal had been detected from the vicinity of Asgard, a signal that was riding the data transmission from Valkyrie, a signal that couldn’t be explained, a signal that had been decoded just three hours ago.

Sarah had the video playing over and over, back and forth across the portion where the signal became self-explanatory. The point that showed an alien sitting facing the camera, their camera, not Odin’s camera or Thor’s camera, but what was evidently a camera originating from an alien ship of some sort.

Sarah, called her grad student from the console where he was also going over the data.
“Jim”, asked Sarah, “do we have any reply from the radio telescope on the far side of the moon?”
“Not yet, the Lunar communication satellite has five more minutes before it comes into line of sight.”

The wait for the data from the radar dish was excruciating, the last data dump had given them just more of the alien figure with STANDBY scrolling across the bottom of the screen as though it was one of those “close captioned” channels on television.

Jim asked, “Have you decided when we are going to announce this transmission outside the agency or the government?”

Sarah sighed, “I’ve talked it over with the director, we wait until we can give more information other than an alien telling us to standby.”
“At this point we can’t even prove it’s not just some crank that has hacked into the main frame.”

“Sarah, can you really believe this is a hoax?”

“No not really, but we must be sure, neither of us needs to have fool listed on our job resume as extra talents.”

Jim’s console began to beep, the radar data was coming through.
“Sarah! Come look at this!” Sarah crossed the room and her breath was suddenly expelled in a loud gasp.

The radar data showed seven large blobs arranged with one blob in the middle surrounded by six similar blobs.

“What is this?” asked Sarah

Jim Replied, “It’s a radar image of the vicinity of Asgard, the operators are saying it’s huge blobs of ionized gas, each about 35,000 miles across. The spectra indicate the plasma is mostly Neon, confined by a magnetic field.”

Sarah looked in disbelief at the rest of the data, a communications screen lit up and the face of one of the people who manned the Lunar radar station spoke.

“Sarah?” he spoke, “both of you need to sit down, we have calculated the trajectory of the plasma clouds. It appears they are decelerating, now they are traveling at approximately .05 c, their current speed and deceleration should put them into the inner solar system in about a year. We are not sure yet but there appears to be a solid object at the center of each plasma blob.”

Stunned Jim and Sarah looked at each other, both knew what this meant, not a hoax, alien space craft were coming to call!

“Has anyone else been appraised of this data?” asked Sarah

“Yes” the face on the screen answered. “the US military has been sent the preliminary data, I’m not sure but I doubt they have made heads or tails of the data. It’s not as provocative to anyone who doesn’t have the complete picture.”

At this point yet another computer screen asked for attention by beeping. It was the feed from Asgard or evidently now the feed from an alien space craft.
Sarah transferred the feed to a large screen and Jim and Sarah sat down to listen. The message was fascinating and disturbing as well.

The alien was or at least appeared to be humanoid, the head was a round human like face, two eyes, a nose, a mouth but from there things began to diverge from a human face. The alien had four arms that could be seen in the picture. Two upper arms, they were large muscled and rested at the alien’s side while two more gracile arms and hands were visible. The two smaller arms seemed to be busy doing something but their movements didn’t resemble typing or any familiar actions. Two actual moth like antenna sprouted from the top of the head, two large pointed ears that terminated above the top of the alien’s head were visible as well. The mouth began to move and utter odd clicking and grunting sounds but English words scrolled across the bottom of the screen.

“We are the reason your probe failed, the magnetic sails we use for deceleration interfered with their workings. They will begin to work again as soon as our mag sails get far enough away. We will decelerate and take up orbit between Earth and Mars within an Earth year.”

At the mention of Earth and Mars Sarah’s eye brow lifted, “how do they know the names of our planets if they are just discovering us?”

“You are welcome to continue to probe us as we decelerate into your planetary system but I will give you any information about us you need. We will give you the data in measures you use so you can get an idea of us without extensive translation.”

“First, we come in seven colony ships, one million of us on each colony. The colonies are a rotating torus 500 miles across and 100 miles thick, we use fusion power to light the inside surface of the colonies, our air is similar to yours and we use gravity of twice Earth normal. We accelerate out of gravity wells using magnetic sails and decelerate into the gravity wells of stars with the same technology.”

“We use spatial folding to travel between stars at a pseudo velocity that allows us to travel any distance in what you would call ten years. Sometimes this is faster than light sometimes it is not but it is the only way we know of to travel interstellar distances in a reasonable time frame.”

“We intend to share our technology with you so you can build colonies and travel between stars like we do. We do not conquest we contact and communicate, sharing our knowledge and philosophies with you so your people can live better longer lives by following our example.”

“Sarah immediately thought of the old tale of something too good to be true.”

“We will share with you the secretes of the universe and the certain knowledge of THE creator.”

This time Both Sarah and Jim looked surprised, “THE creator?” they said in unison.

“We will help you wipe out the false religions that have been holding you back throughout the early years since you were created.”

Again, both astronomers gave each other an odd look. Sarah said, “Something is off here, or are they just failing to translate concepts properly?”

“The alien’s words continued to scroll across the screen. Here is an illustration of us, a picture popped up to show what was evidently the alien.”

An odd-looking creature, six legs, the rear legs were thick, shorter than the front which caused the body to slope up to the front legs which were longer and numbered two on each side. The front legs were in a cluster but the alien’s torso was at once human like and totally different. They had four arms with the top two being large and the lower two arms being small.

They had three toed hooves on each leg and seven fingers on each hand. Two of those fingers were thumbs, the glaring differences coupled with such similarities made Sarah and Jim uncomfortable in a way that was difficult to explain. The alien had ten limbs, 28 fingers, 18 toes, and funny looking antenna. This seemed like a joke but the humor was strained…

“I am sure you want ask how we know your language and details about your system. We had a robot probe in your system around one million of your years ago. We and our fellows occupy the Milky Way galaxy unchallenged, you will be allowed to take your place in our society as soon as you are willing to give the creator of the universe his due.”

“We suggest that you remove all historical artifacts from the places of worship you now use, we will be destroying them and replacing them with proper sacred sites for you to use. Your people will share in the wonder of a peaceful society and launch your own colony vessels to convert others in this region of your galaxy.”

Again, Sarah and Jim noticed the odd use of “your galaxy” Jim said out loud, “are they not from our galaxy?”

“We know that you will want to announce your liberation from the false gods your people have been enslaved by all your existence. This is the beginning of a glorious time, your people will gain the fruits of true freedom, we will show you how to live, how to treat your fellows, and how to show your creator your love. Feel free to send any questions you need answered, the time delay is several hours but we continue our trajectory to you as we approach your moment of destiny!”

Jim and Sarah sat down rather heavily in their chairs. “Do you know what this means Jim?”

Jim hesitated, finally he let out an exasperated sigh, “God damn Missionaries! First contact and they are missionaries! Technologically advanced missionaries some to convert the primitive tribesmen…”

Sarah sat and shook her head, “escaping the confines of religion took us two centuries, several serious conflicts and even a limited nuclear war before we could break the chains of superstition. All that struggle to break free of the suppression of the human spirit and now it will be forced back on us by aliens…”

An insane giggle escaped her mouth as tears ran down her face, “Missionaries from the stars, well maybe it will be a benign theocracy, if such a thing is possible”

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Ride Like the wind!

Ride like the wind!
This song reminds me of taking a long trip on a big V4 motorcycle, V-Max, it stands up on it’s center stand chrome sparkling in the street lights, it has a physical presence almost deadly, it radiates power, four chromed exhausts a huge 1800cc V4 just waiting for you to climb up and wrap your legs around it.The music plays in the back of your mind as you climb aboard, the machine feels like a part of you, not something you ride but something you become, you turn the ignition key and press the starter button, and the instant of throaty roar like a dragon newly awoken speaks but then it settles down to a mild pitty pat as each cylinder counts off, the leather set feels soft as butter under you as you rock forward to take the beast off it’s center stand, the tires finally grip the pavement, you can almost feel it’s desire to go, to grab the road and put the pavement behind it. A quick blip of the throttle and the dragon roars again, anxious to be let loose on the world. You engage first gear and slowly motor down to the highway, making sure the way is clear but a car is coming, some poor soul locked in a cage, never to know the thrill of what you are getting ready to let loose. Instead of waiting for him to pass you pull out and whack the throttle full on, smoke begins to pour off the rear tire as the front tire lifts off the pavement and slowly settles down as you hit 2nd gear and 60 MPH, the poor guy in the cage left behind in a cloud of smoke. Cowboys of old had nothing on you!!!

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Pamela’s dream

New story…
Pamela was swept away by the powerful alien.
Pamela had been driving for hours, the mountain roads were twisting and deserted this time of night or early morning. The sky was dark, no moon tonight but occasionally, she would get a glimpse of the stars through the windshield. This area of the North Carolina Mountains was almost completely deserted, not even any side roads marked by lonely mailboxes. The radio was Pamela’s only companion as she drove along, she sang along trying to stay alert
Just pulled into Nazareth, I was feeling about half past dead;
I just need some place where I can lay my head.
“Hey, mister, can you tell me where a “woman” might find a bed?”
He just grinned and shook my hand, and “No!”, was all he said.
As she sang Pamela noticed the road and trees around her were lit up as though the Moon had risen. At first she was glad to see the light, the area she was driving through had been so dark it was scary but as the light got brighter Pamela realized the Moon was New this night and the light couldn’t be the Moon or anything else natural. Pamela’s pulse began to race as the light suddenly became so bright it was blinding and her pickup truck cut off and coasted to a halt in the middle of the road.
“What the fuck is going on” she said out load, “this shit is not funny!”
Pamela tried to restart her truck, but the engine wouldn’t even turn over, the radio had stopped as well, and her headlights went out. Almost in a panic Pamela opened her truck’s door and looked out to see a huge extremely bright object floating above her over the road.
“SHIT! WHAT THE HELL IS THAT!”
She couldn’t really see the form of the object just a very bright light. As she tried to shield her eyes from the light, she felt the hair on her head begin to stand up as the object got closer and closer. Pamela was not a shrinking violet type woman but enough was enough,
“FUCK THIS” she shouted
Pamela jumped out of the truck and began to run. She saw a small side road that went out into the thick woods beside the road and she took it. As she ran, she began to think about what was happening, her lungs were beginning to burn as she came to a halt,
“Dammit!”, she thought, “has to be some asshole in a helicopter playing games!” She bent over to try and help catch her breath, “Probably some jackasses from the military testing some new bullshit to make motors stop and they decided to play with a lone car on this deserted road! I’m going to give those assholes a big piece of my mind! Scared the living hell out of me!”
Pamela began to walk back the way she came, she was much pissed, she went over in her mind what she was going to say to the bastards! As she approached the edge of the woods, she could see her truck sitting in the dark, a dark figure was walking around it. As she got near the edge of the road Pamela shouted, “Hey asshole get away from my truck!”
Just then Pamela looked up to see a dark round disc shaped object floating in the air above her truck. Her mouth dropped open as she realized the dark shape near her truck was not even close to being human! For a second, she was frozen, her heart paused, her brain paused, her knees got weak! The disc suddenly lit back up super bright! Pamela turned and ran again, faster this time, as she ran her mind tried to put what she had seen in some kind of perspective.
“What the fuck was that by my truck? Damn, damn, damn, what the fuck was that thing in the air!
She ran faster, past where she had stopped earlier, she was running on adrenaline now. No thought of stopping, her heartbeat was so loud she thought she could hear it! As she ran, she could hear someone screaming, she wondered who was screaming, some other person who had stumbled on this crazy nightmare scene? Suddenly Pamela realized she was the one screaming just as her feet left the ground as she was picked up bodily by something huge and powerful, she looked down to see hooves beating the ground under her, she looked up to see a face, a human face, a big human face, bigger than any she had ever seen but a human face none the less.
Pamela tried to struggle, but he creature that had her handled her easily.
She screamed “Let me go you , you, whatever the fuck you are!”
The creature just looked down and smiled, huge hands held her tight as the creature thundered along, Pamela noticed the creature had breasts, four bare breasts, really big bare breasts! Then she looked ahead to see a cliff approaching or more correctly the creature was running hell for leather toward a cliff! As it leaped out into the air Pamela finally could stand no more and as they fell into a deep river she passed out from the stress.
Pamela woke up to find herself being carried along a river bank, the creature still had her, she was wet, soaked to the skin and it was cold! She could feel the creature’s warm skin under her, it felt good or at least warm. Pamela looked up and tried her best to get free from the huge arms and hands the creature seemed to have too many arms and hands just like it had too many breasts, but as before the creature proved to be far too strong to be affected by Pamela’s efforts. As she struggled, she realized she could hear the thunder of a waterfall, Pamela struggled harder, her efforts were just wearing her out, the combined stress of her efforts and the craziness of what was going on caused her to black out again. The creature paid Pamela’s departure from the world of consciousness no mind as it slowly walked up to the waterfall and through it, the creature dumped her on the ground in front of a campfire in a small cave behind the waterfall.
As Pamela woke up she was first aware of the warmth of the fire, it felt good on her bare skin, she could remember having been very cold before, she rolled over on the bed of soft moss to look at the warming fire, such a crazy dream, a creature had taken her away.
“DAMN, THERE IT IS! ACROSS THE FIRE FROM ME! As she sat up reflexively Pamela looked down to realize she was naked! “WHERE THE FUCK ARE MY CLOTHES YOU MONSTER PERVE!”
The creature smiled its weird human but not human smile again. “Your clothes little human are drying on the rack over there.” It pointed to a rack made of sticks near where it stood.
“You speak English? How can you speak my language?” Pamela slowly stood up and began to walk toward her clothes.
The creature put out it’s huge hand and stopped her. “I do not want you to dress just yet little human, I have captured you and now you are mine. I want to look at you.”
“BULLSHIT! WHAT THE FUCK DO YOU MEAN YOU HAVE CAPTURED ME?
Pamela suddenly became aware that the creature was also naked and that along with the four breasts the four breasts it also had four arms, the upper set so huge and muscled she almost missed the smaller more gracile set under the large arms. And then she kept scanning down, four front legs, large powerful hind legs looking down again she realized there was a huge cock between its front legs, an erect huge cock!
“OH, SHIT NO, THIS CANNOT BE HAPPENING, WHAT THE FUCK ARE YOU?!”
He laughed a deep laugh “HEH HEH HEH, Little human do your people not remember mine? Do you not tell tales around your cave fires about the mighty centaur race?”
Pamela inched back toward her clothes again, an insane alien, just her luck, she decided if she couldn’t get her clothes she would run out of her naked if necessary! He held out his huge hand and stopped her again.
“WE DON’T’ LIVE IN CAVES ANYMORE YOU DUMB FUCK!” She stared at him, “what the hell was he?” “Pamela again took stock of her captor. He looked vaguely like a centaur but with four arms, four front feet and two hind feet it looked more like a parody of a centaur. But it was huge, it’s two upper arms were gigantic but the two lower arms, closely tucker just below the upper arms were smaller. Seven fingers one each hand and each foot had three toes. The situation was so odd she couldn’t help but look at the thing.
His voice is big and deep, “Many , many of your short years ago we found this planet and its inhabitants. My people found your woman fair and used them as sex slaves. My grandfather told me about it, and I decided to come here and start the tradition going again. You are very lucky I chose you for this honor!”
I never read about six legs and four arms or four breasts, in fact I would say you have to be a dream, there are no decapod vertebrates on earth!
It just smiled that all knowing smile with no answer!
“OH FUCK,” thought Pamela, “whatever he is, he really is insane or I’m in a coma having a nightmare to end all nightmares! Yes, that must be it, I’ve had a car wreck, and I’m in a coma having a crazy nightmare, that has to be it! Maybe I should just go with it, what else can it do? I’m probably in the hospital being given some real good drugs and this is my reaction to it! Where the fuck did, I get this shit from?”
“Come to me little human, let me look at you closely! You remove the hair on your female places, I like that”
Pamela slowly walks over to him, she takes in his presence, her thoughts run over what she sees, “his human half is quite human, if you ignore his four arms. And four breasts he has human skin, seven fingers on each hand, his ears are long and look funny, no beard, he looks very feminine in the face, he has large breasts, huge, must be EEE at least but he has a penis, a human penis! Rather large but not impossibly so, maybe 10” long, thick as my wrist, damn, my nipples are getting hard looking at him!”
“He is not a monster really, just very strange.” She runs her hand over his belly, hard like a human male with a six-pack. Then she sees his breasts again! “Tell me Centaur, why do you have breasts if you are male?”
Again, he smiles that strange knowing smile, “My people have three sexes but only two individuals. Both sexes can bear children so we both have breasts” he states this so matter of fact it seems almost reasonable!
“Females of my species have two vaginas and one penis; males have two penis’s and one vagina!”
“You have two penises’? Pamela reaches down to grab his penis, “this one isn’t enough?” Pamela thinks, “this dream is going to be fun; I hope they don’t wake me up too soon and I hope I remember this craziness!”
“Look underneath me little human!”
Pamela looks under his belly to see a huge penis slowly descending from its anterior sheath. “Oh shit, this had better be a damn dream, that looks real as hell! It’s at least 24” long and twice as big as beer can is thick and it’s still flaccid!”
“Don’t worry little human, I won’t expect you to take that one inside you.”
“Wait a damn minute, this is getting out of hand, this is my dream and I’m not taking anything inside of me you half donkey bastard!”
“Ok then, where is your vagina? You said you had one!”
“Look under my tail little human”
Pamela looks at him perplexed, “First let’s get some things straight, I have a name, it’s Pamela!” As she walks to his hind quarters Pamela looks as he raises his tail to see what looks like a human vaginal opening, larger than hers or any other human by far but amazingly human, she can even see a clitoris, lips, everything just like a human. She walks back and catches herself running her hand along his flanks like she would a horse, if he had been a horse he would have weighed in at about 2000 lbs, but he has skin, human skin not hair. Pamela jerks her hand away like it touched something hot as fire!
“Pamela,” he replies, “I to have a name, it would be impossible for you to pronounce, he makes a several noises that sound vaguely musical, but it translates fairly closely to Moon, I would like it if you called me Moon, I am 640 of your years old. Still a teenager by your standards, followed by that enigmatic smile… .”
Pamela stands in front of Moon; all she can think of is that his must be a crazy dream from being in a drug-induced coma. Suddenly he picks her up to his face level and kisses her, his mouth is large, but his kiss is human, she finds herself kissing him back, his breath tastes of apples and a sweet taste Pamela couldn’t identify.
“What the fuck, this can’t be real, why not go with it?” She wraps her legs around him and hugs him close, she can feel his breasts smashing up against her own. His hands are huge and each one has a hand full of her butt cheeks as he holds her up to be kissed over and over. His smaller hands rub and prob in special places, like making love to a group and everyone is just interested in you!
As she returns his kisses by kissing his neck and his long-pointed ears Pamela finds herself thinking, “apples, how could he smell like apples? I love the smell of apples reminds me of when I was kid lying under the apple tree in our yard daydreaming!
Pamela realizes his larger pair of hands are so big they reach all the way around her small waist, his fingertips and thumbs meeting on each side. He is really huge! She sucks in her breath as he picks her up higher, she can see down on the top of his head and down his back.
He has long wavy black hair all the way down to his broad equine back! His long thick tongue rubs across her breasts and he takes her right breast completely into his mouth and sucks it like man might suck one of her nipples. All she can think is “this feels wonderful!”
Pamela wraps her arms around his head and hugs him close as Moon sucks and licks her breasts, “God I hope I don’t wake up anytime soon!”
He picks her up and slowly runs his broad tongue down her flat belly, she can feel it, a broad wet swipe, as it heads for her kitty. Pamela gasps as his tongue runs down between her legs and fills her kitty up, he sucks her whole kitty with his mouth as his tongue probes her over and over.
Orgasm sneaks up on Pamela slowly, builds to a height she has never felt before and continues for an impossibly long time. Finally, she feels herself being slowly put down on the ground her feet feel the soft moss under them.
Pamela looks up at her lover, Moon, his broad smile looks nice now, not strange, she tries to wrap her arms around his huge for quarters to show him how much she enjoyed his attentions. Suddenly she is aware of his fore cock sliding past her chin and beside her neck, good god it’s right at her face level, hard and tight, even bigger than it was before! As she backs away she can see the pre-cum dripping from the end of it. She feels his huge hand on the back of her head.
“Pamela, suck it for me, you will like my cum, it’s intoxicating to humans!”
She looks up and him, she can see his desire written on his broad face, Pamela opens her mouth and feels his hand pull her onto his cock. She grips it with both hands and begins to tug on it as she sucks and swirls her tongue around it. “tastes like freakin’ apples!”
Moon pulls her forward and his cock slowly disappears into her mouth and throat. Pamela can feel his balls pressed against her chin begin to move as he begins to cum, she feels a hot load gush down her throat, she thinks, “it didn’t take long, evidently that spaceship is a lonely place,” in her mind she smiles as she swallows his huge load.
When he lets her back away, when Pamela looks up at Moon she feels like she has just taken about 6 shots of tequila, the whole situation seems to have taken on a glow, almost hallucinogenic. “Damn, he was telling the truth, what a buzz! That’s not fair!”
“Moon” she whispers up to him, “just tell me what you want me to do,”
He smiles down and picks her up again, he holds her in his hands, one butt cheek in each hand and her legs draped over his arms and slowly pushes his still hard and tight cock into her kitty, Pamela sighs with satisfaction as the pint of cum she swallowed deepens her buzz and his huge cock begins to slid in and out of her. Pamela begins to drift as he continues to fuck her.
Her mind begins to play little fantasies about her new alien lover and what he might want from her, “damn he has a vagina too!”. He raises her up to his chest as he slowly strokes her and places on of his huge nipples in her mouth, Pamela sucks it in without question and hears his breath suck in sharply as she bites it gently, his nipple is long and as she sucks she realizes it is gushing milk, Pamela drinks it down greedily, all thoughts of what is happening gone and just going with what is offered her is all she can do.
Moon groans and pulls her body to him tightly, she feels his cock hit bottom, his balls squish against her butt as she feels her kitty fill up with warm cum. “God,” she exclaims in her mind, “no one is ever going to believe this, do I even believe it?” Her orgasm shoots through her body as he fills her up.
Moon again puts Pamela down, she hugs him again, not worrying about the huge slippery cock sliding under her chin as she does so.
Moon looks down at her and says in his huge voice “Pamela, I want you to ride my anterior cock, ride it like it’s a pole you slide up and down, I want to feel your little slick kitty sliding up and down as you grip it and I want to bathe you in my cum!”
Pamela blushes for an instant, “whatever you want my equine lover,” she says with a suddenly husky voice, “this is going places I never even had dreams about!”
As Moon slowly laid down and rolled over she saw his anterior cock rise up, really erect now, it was gargantuan! At least a yard long and 4” thick, his balls were as big as soccer balls and made a huge pile around the base. All she can think is “Damn two sets of balls too!
The huge penis is throbbing up and down as Pamela takes hold with both hands and straddles it, as she sits she can feels his huge balls under her butt! She reaches up to grip the huge cock under the head and begins to slide up and down, pre-cum is running down it in small sticky rivulets and soon her kitty is lubed enough to let her slide up and down vigorously. As she slides the smell of apples and hint of something else sweet is strong in the air. Pamela takes deep breath and smiles at her own thoughts, “Apples , why would an alien smell so damn good, so damn familiar!!!”
With each stroke she squashes his balls with her butt and feels the head under her chin, then as she stands up she feels his cock slide between her legs, her own orgasm begins to build as she does this over and over, pre-cum running out of his cock covers her chest and drips off her chin. As she does this she thinks, “if this had been filmed it would be worth millions, hell I’d pay much just to have a record to show I’m not crazy!”
As she slides up and down the driving need to orgasm begins to overwhelm her, the feel of this giant cock in her doubled hands and between her legs is to unreal and yet so real, as she feels the head hit her under the chin a huge squirt of white cum gushes out, like a water hose. It sprays her under her chin and splatters everywhere, as she rides back up another huge squirt sprays up her chest and splatters her breasts. Pamela pushes the head away and sees the huge rush of cum shoot out through the air, it must be several feet long and looks like a one inch white rope. Her own orgasm is exploding in her body and soul as she slides down one more time but instead of squirting under the chin Pamela turns her head down and opens her mouth. The flow is so huge and hard she chokes as she tries to swallow as much as she can, cum bubbles are coming out of her nose. She slides up and then down again, she puts her mouth over the end one more time but this time she is ready and swallows at least a quart of the sticky white fluid. The intoxicating effect of so much cum over whelms her as she slides off Moon’s cock and sits on his balls to watch another hug squirt of cum fly out through the air. Pamela notices Moon is stroking his fore cock as he watches her try to deal with this outrageous anterior cock. She sees him cum with both cocks at once, she is too woozy to do anything but smile at him as he finishes up.
“Come here Pamela,” she hears his deep voice command, “I have one more task for you,” Pamela walks to stand in front of him and looks at him as he stands up. “My kitty needs to be licked and sucked the way I did yours,” Pamela blushes big time even under her drunkenness.
“How did you know I wanted to taste your female parts Moon,” she says with a silly wicked grin! “I have loved girls before!”
Moon just smiles a knowing smile, “who’s dream is this Pamela?
She giggles as she slowly walks down his side, her hand rubbing his entirely human skin to his rear and his Kitty! “Way too big to be a kitty my Moon! You need to call it a tiger or a lion, maybe a panther, NO, I know, a Cougar!” She laughs at her joke and suddenly she is staring at his “Cougar” She begins by rubbing it with her open hand, then she gives it a kiss, “Damn, it tastes like apples too!”
Pamela kisses his cougar and begins to lick it up and down, she notices the clitoris is erect and hard, licking it causes Moon to shake all over, Pamela smiles and begins to give him the best pussy licking she can possibly 
give him, a thought comes to her mind and she slowly pushes her arm into his vagina as Moon moans…..
“Pamela, Pamela!”
What the fuck!, that’s my Mom! Everything begins to swirl around her, she sees Moon’s face, “Moon don’t leave!”
“I’m not leaving Pamela, you are!” She hears him say. “Don’t forget me Pamela”
No, No, No, she feels her eyes slowly open, a tube is up her nose, the room is bright white, she is lying in a bed. Pamela sees her mom’s face looking down at her with worry written across it.
She hears her sister’s voice from somewhere over her head. “You’re going to be ok, Pam, you in a hospital, you’ve been in a coma for five days! But the doc says you are going to be ok!”
“What happened, where did Moon go!?”
Moon? Pam, you are in the hospital, it’s daytime no moon outside”
Pamela lies back, “what has happened to me, was it all really a dream!”
She hears her Mom say, “Pamela you were in a wreck, you fell asleep at the wheel and drove over the mountainside. It took them three days to find you, you’ve been in a coma all that time. You’re going to be ok sweetie!”
Pamela tries to understand what has happened, damn what a fucked up kinky as hell dream! She lays back and relaxes as she starts to drift off, she hears her sister’s voice whisper in her ear. “Pam, why were you naked in your truck? They said you were naked when they found you!”
“What!” Pam’s voice was in a panic, she looks over at her sister, and in a low voice asks, “what do you mean naked?”
Her sis smiles, “You know, Nude, sans clothing, not a stitch, they said they couldn’t even find your clothes! The doc says you have no injuries, not even a bump on the head, and no reason for you to be out! Your truck wasn’t even damaged, the EMT’s said it looked like it had just been sat down easily at the bottom of the ravine!”
Pamela is suddenly aware of the stickiness between her legs, she reaches down and runs her finger through it and brings it to her lips, a huge smile splits Pamela’s face “Damn tastes like APPLES!”

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War

Battle fatigue!
It had been a long war, Lt Cmdr, Givens had started out 5 years ago as a seeker pilot, and lowest of the low, now he was tank commander… Still a shitty job, they had been playing cat and mouse with the enemy on the outskirts of what was left of Raleigh NC for about a year now, trying to play the long game. Two EM pulses last night had announced the detonation of two nukes within a five miles radius of their location, the theist slime were getting closer, no way to know if they had really been targeted or if it was just wild blows by the Islamic State.

Of course it could have been some remnant of the Holy Roman Army of God trying to show they could still get it up but they were a minor player now in the western hemisphere, much of what they had in the way of men and equipment had been captured when Mexico city had surrendered and allowed the Caliph to take their protectors equipment, no doubt they had lost much of it as no less than five of the Secular Alliance Thunder Child tanks had had unleashed 5 twenty megaton war heads on Mexico city the moment the IS had announced the surrender and taking of the city.

Thunder Child tanks were the latest vision of the SA, nuclear powered, huge behemoths, it took only five men to run one and they could button up for a year and live off the internal power and emergency rations, Dig in, hide under a pebble.. well almost, that is what CMDR Givens had done when Raleigh’s ABMs had been overwhelmed in the big push by the IS but the dug in Thunder Childs had not given ground and the IS had been stopped inside Winston Salem NC.

No one wanted Winston Salem NC anymore, nor did they want Raleigh but they knew we had a large number of Thunder Childs dug in the area and they wanted them out!

“Jim” I called out on the intercom, “send up a few seekers, and don’t let them pop up on radar or send signals until they are at least five miles away. I want to see what was being chattered back and forth by the enemy, we had broken their latest codes and it might be important to see what they were up to even if 99% of was just propaganda and bullshit.

A few minutes later Jim called back “online with the seekers Lt! They are picking up SA transmissions!” “Can’t be” I replied we weren’t due to a COM check for another month!

Yes, it’s the SA! Calling in all Thunder Childs in this area to rendezvous at grid 15 mark 20…

“Hmm, that’s only a 100 miles away a days travel if the interstates weren’t too horribly blasted up.” Interstate HYWS, man’s gift to nuclear warfare. “Lt?” Asked Jim, “should I reply back? “They are requesting a head count, but it is an old code“

“NO!” Button up and power up the reactor lets follow protocol, no open channels that can be traced!” This could be a trick, until last night not much action had been seen around here for almost four months, “land the seekers and keep monitoring communications… ”

“Yes sir” Replied Jim… So they sat, backed up under an interstate over pass and waited to see what would develop.
Suddenly Jim called for my attention! Lt, I am picking up a small cluster of SA fighters about five miles away, they are three Thunder child crews, hit last night by the nukes, they are requesting extraction.

“Damn, they know better than that!”

“Should we reply?”

“No not unless you want a nuclear enema, those were impact bursts last night, very dirty bombs, probably managed to get a seeker hit on them and nuked their positions.”

“Lt!” Jim almost screamed, “I have incoming warheads! Tracking them back to their origin, they are coming from a place just outside Winston Salem NC!”

“Can give me a quick scan from an orbiting seeker?”

“Yes one is coming overhead right now!” Suddenly an EM burst caused the tanks systems to fluctuate… a few seconds later ground movement confirmed a nuclear hit.

“Jim did you get a pic of where they came from?”

“yes sending it up now”

“I grabbed the printout to see what was going on, I had probably doomed that orbiting seeker by contacting it but this was important, the fucking IS has our old codes!

The picture was grainy and hard to read but it showed a huge concentration of manpower just outside Winston Salem, probably a ten square mile radius of men equipment had been snuck in while they were dug in pounding their meat.

“Gunner!”

“Yes Lt?”

“Set up five 20 megaton antimatter war heads I want air bursts at about 5000 feet. Program them to follow the deep river channel near by for at least five miles before popping up for the dive on the IS encampment!”

Almost immediately the tank rocked as cruise missiles fired and went on their deadly path.

Their own seekers had jumped back into the air and were traveling toward the IS encampment to record the hit if any of the missiles got through. On the digital screen he could see three other flights of cruise missiles converging on the area, the cruise missiles would follow the treetops until almost on top of the enemy before jumping up and detonating. Slowly on the screen almost like a videogame the three flights of missiles converged on the screen, so far no sign the IS bastards suspected a thing then suddenly cruise missiles started to die as the ABLs started to take them but the bastards weren’t fast enough, five of the 20 megaton war heads converged and target and detonated, it must have like the fist of their non existent god hitting in their midst…

Lt. Givens and his men continued to flee down the open interstate finally finding a large group of over passes to hide under and play another round of hide and seek with the IS forces. It had been a long wait and but the climax had made it worth it, the IS had been Thunder Struck! !

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Party

The Party

The Party was fairly regular at first, my own software projected my green Hulk image reasonably well into the artificial universe created by the newbie who was giving this little hoe down. I must be one of the few people left on the meta site that knows what hoe down even means…
What that actually means is that my body is barely alive and is currently being maintained in my own household facility. Yeah, life’s a bitch, but I can still wander cyber space with some reasonable impunity. A rather large coin investment in hardware to run my self-written software had so far resulted in a reasonable amount of autonomy in most places and a huge presence in places where I was actively invited like this little newbie get together.
My newbie friend was not paying close attention to my and a few others advice on who to invite and how to invite them. My software was picking up several known trolls in the room, my software changed their depiction into slack jawed idiot parodies of what they were trying to show and no doubt a few of them did the same to my avatar in their own view but I doubted any of those guys could make anyone one else see me that way while I was sure my own software had a reasonably easy time of making everyone else see them as jokes… petty but satisfying nonetheless…
My avatar went around the room digitally shaking hands and making kissy faces at friends and frenemies around the room. Nice looking place really, looks a lot like some super hero’s lair, tacky but I hey I was the Hulk! Pretty much tacky personified…
The newbies were of course trying to gain access into social networks by giving this little soiree so they had pretty much pulled out all the protection software to allow all of the guests to project their own software unimpeded… a mistake no doubt but working out so far.
There seemed to be more than a few guests who were incognito, many of their real identities were immediately pegged by my own software, mostly because they were friends. More than a few were a mystery even to my own rather rude probing’s… rather interesting!
Incognito avatars usually looked like dark humanoid renderings with no details, just a smoky darkness shaped like a human. Of course there were hundreds of people here, amazing collection of old school and newbie avatars, one was familiar, a rogue really, very powerful software, usually benign but seldom really getting caught up into doing anything but observing.
He appeared to everyone as a floating ball of spines, my own software could only see him that way even though I had programed the machine to enforce some rules of reality to make things easier to understand his software pretty much allowed his avatar to do whatever it wanted floating around defying even reasonable basic rules like gravity.
Always makes me uneasy to see someone flaunting the rules, never know what else they might be able to do but he, actually a she, was a friend from real life and I didn’t really consider her a threat. The trolls were beginning to get aggressive, trying to strike out at various guests but so far everyone had immediately ignored them and they slowly began to fade away as fewer and fewer people acknowledged their existence.
The lack of room constraints had worried me from the beginning and sure enough a predator showed up! My own software recognized him and my own armor went to maximum immediately. Of course that meant Hulk got bigger and greener as far as the room could see but the asshole picked up on an avatar that wasn’t backed up by particularly strong protection and went into feeding mode ignoring the chaos his actions created in the room proper.
Almost immediately two trolls unboxed predator software and started trying to feed on other avatars and the room was thrown into pandemonium. Avatars began to wink out as those who had weak software and or hardware decided to run but this little get together was to get the attention of my own social group for possible admittance so this time at least they began to unbox their battle personas. The first predator, who did have an impressive octopus avatar, was immediately attacked by Captain America but the Captain was over whelmed and had to reboot almost immediately.
Thor stepped up and put the god smack on his ass, he was reeled by that and his image faded as he almost had to reboot but he firmed back and up and I immediately began to Hulk smash his ass. I think it was the first time I had encountered this particular predator and I immediately tasted bot. Then I was pissed, I hate bots only slightly less than the people who release them, outta be a law!
We grappled for an amazingly large time span, 30 milliseconds or so before the predator simply vanished from the room. Typical cowardly software, written to survive no matter what and running from a Hulk smash was about the only way.
As all the other members of the Super Group firmed back up and gave a serious probe of the room, almost all of the trolls and incognito avatars were gone, good move if your software wasn’t up to the task and or you felt like you didn’t have a dog in this hunt. No need to get caught up in other people troubles.
From there on out the party went pretty good, once the wannabes and flat out predators had been shaken out the software enhancements had come out. As usual a party had attracted the purveyors of unusual and profound experiences that when applied to your software could be uploaded into your own wet ware for some sweet dreams.
Some of the dealers had cyber examples of their programs to display in the room, the more serious sellers were usually a little more secretive and generally only a handful were judged by me to have solid delusions to sell.
I stayed for a while, a few avatars I hadn’t seen in quite some time and I needed to find out what was what about them. After a time it was decided to disband the party, a few more cyber hugs and kisses and some really wild cybersex, was passed around, no viruses had survived the little battle for room control so some people had gotten bit wild but most of us have the software to prevent that for ourselves and everyone else anyway so no worries along that front tonight.
So I picked up a few wetware delusions to run later, told everyone good bye and disconnected, not a bad party, not a bad way to spend 1.5 seconds…

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Politics

My own political allegiance has always been “complicated” I’m registered as a Democrat but loyalty to one party has always seemed disingenuous at the very best. How anyone can claim to follow anything without some kind of filter has always been beyond my ability to understand.

I was once told my politics was easy to define, I was one of those people who hated everyone who disagreed with me and when i was young that might have had some merit. But as I grew older I realized that the only person I could be sure was telling the truth was me and my wife and since my first wife was about as loyal as an ally cat marrying the second time required quite a leap of faith but ultimately that faith was justified.

But still loyalty to one particular group evaded me, it was and is difficult for me to understand how anyone could be loyal to something they didn’t yet know.

Both “parties” have flaws and the closer you get to the extremes the bigger the flaws become until it get to the point of sides becoming a circle that meets in the (secret) back. The secret back room is populated by both republicans and democrats suckling at the teats of the olgarcy.

Both sides exist to feed off the rich and powerful, i’m not talking about the rich guy who created a successful business or income stream through hard work or even through inheriting it from someone who did. People have a right to profit from honest work, no qualifiers, we the people have that right.

We do not have the right to buy the government and control everything to the point that no one else has the opportunity. A small cadre of fabulously wealthy people have the ability to pretty much change everything to their own desires but they do not and should not have the right to do so.

With it’s unholy marriage to the Republican party Religion has lost any relevance it once had, religion once had the ability to shame, if nothing else, the desire and drive to control and or abuse others. Now religion is the temple of such abuse and control. Money was once the root of all evil now money is the route by which the power to abuse and control is obtained.

Again I say I am not talking about people who use their money to better society or even to ignore society. As long as a person lives within the rules of a society that gives all the same rights and privileges to everyone and protects the majorities as well as the minorities I say bravo! I know people who are quite well off financially, I don’t like all of them on a personal level but I respect them for being decent human beings.

In recent years, let us say the last 50 or so mainly because any earlier would be well before my time on this planet, it seems that the bid for money and power has become a means to an end seperate from simply being a decent human being.

The extremes of both sides have met, they know the only challenge remaining is to eliminate the middle class and turn us into surfs at best, slaves at worst.

This drive to control everything they deem valuable can only end in serfdom for the rest of us. This will result in Capitalist Communism, a small number of oligarchs who own and control everything. The only other path is Democratic Socialism not to be confused with Socialistic Communism Where one group owns and controls everything… oops Lenin must be smiling in his grave…

We can do better but we must come together as one people instead of the fractions our current political system drive us toward.

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Hurricane Florence!

Hurricane Florence:
Destruction-Devastation, Fear-Terror, Frustration-Boredom, and Being Human…

For us Florence began to get our attention Thursday afternoon around two o’clock, the wind had picked up and was waving trees around and rain was beginning to be significant, the splatter of rain against the windows would only grow stronger with the wind. By Thursday night chaos reigned, the street lamps revealed tree limbs blowing down the street and power lines whipping back and forth while the rain was coming down much faster than it could drain away.
Soon the power began to cut on and off and it began to take longer to boot back up than the power lasted once you had the computer running. Due to power fluctuations watching TV was no longer possible either, and begrudgingly I went around the house unplugging all the electronics in preparation for losing power. Finally, tired of seeing the lights blink on and off I went to bed hoping that by morning the storm would be declining in strength and maybe the power would be on and steady… my hope was unfounded to say the least.
Friday morning was hot, humid, and almost suffocating. No power greeted me as my eyes opened, the ceiling fan was still, my clock radio was silent, and no bright red time numerals glared out of its’ face. Both my basset hounds looked at me accusingly as though the hot still air was my fault and I should do something about the rain and wind that was beating the windows. Neither dog wanted to go out in the storm, but I insisted and the quickest urination on record was accomplished and back up into the house they scuttled.
I opened the curtains on my front window and was immediately confronted with a tree that shouldn’t be there, the yard next door had gifted me a giant downed tree smashed up against my house. More than 3 feet thick and 75 feet tall, the Long Leaf Pine had given up its fight against gravity, later I would find out a tornado had gone down our street and wiped out the electric transmission poles, wires, transformers, not to mention several huge long needle pine trees like the one now laying in my yard. These trees hadn’t been broken off or blown over they were twisted up and yanked out of the ground leaving giant holes behind.
My neighbors were all in as bad or even worse shape than me and the storm was still getting stronger the worse was still to come. The wind and rain were far too bad to ignore, and the sounds of trees being destroyed feed a constant fear that prevented any real rest, only the radio continued to be an oasis, a wellspring of information little to none of it good at this point. The constant indoor heat, humidity, and total lack of air movement resulted in streamers of constant sweat, running and dripping, wetting all clothing within minutes of changing so that soon all our clothing was soaked. Sleep was no longer possible, night time was just as hot and humid as day, tempers began to flare. The floors which had been cool when the AC was working now gleamed with condensation and refused to dry, everything was wet and slippery.
I thought I had seen rain in my life, I’ve been through several hurricanes, nor’easters, severe week-long rain events, here on the coast rain is a constant, but Saturday morning about 3am rain took on a new meaning. Rain is usually measured in inches a year or maybe, in a really bad rain storm, several inches an hour in the course of about 30 minutes it must have rained at a rate of several inches a minute. I think a person could have drowned just walking around outside! My entire neighborhood was underwater. Not just a few inches ponding up but in places more than two feet deep, no land was visible, my carport was inundated about 12” and my deck was under a couple inches. The water ran under my house but missed getting inside by maybe 4”. The stark terror of looking out to see water creeping up the side of my house was something I hope to never see again. Later I realized just how lucky I was as the local river crested at record levels above flood stage and swamped much of downtown and out lying areas resulting in more than 3700 people having to be rescued by boat and helicopter. My entire city/county was cut off from the outside world, as of Saturday 9/22/18 access to this area is still iffy. Supplies are still being flown in by helicopter.
All day Saturday the wind and rain raged while everyone just sat and sweated, more than 48 hours had passed, and Florence couldn’t see she had worn out her welcome and continued to very slowly spin over us as she moved at less than a crawl on her journey inland. The wind and rain continued but my wife and I decided to cook all the food that was thawing in our refrigerators and give it away to the neighbors and workers who were even then braving the storm to fix the devastated infrastructure. We made a huge pot of stew, 25 pounds or more of meat and three times that much in frozen and fresh vegetables, almost 10 gallons were passed out to people hadn’t seen a hot meal in days and the storm continued!
Reports of large snakes in yards and gators wandering around the streets are coming in, the flood waters were causing wild animals to act strangely, I guess they don’t like Florence any better than we do. Domestic animals are taking a hit as well, drowning chickens, horses and pigs out of their barns and pens. Hog waste ponds are being flushed into the rivers by the rising rivers as well as coal ash storage areas being breached and washed into the rivers contributing to the pollution burden already soaring due to Florence.
By Sunday frustration at not being able to get clean or dry gave way to boredom, not being able to do anything but listen to the radio, no clean or even dry clothes, the smell of molding dirty clothes and refrigerated food going bad was maddening. The wind and rain were too bad to get out and do yard work, that would come later, but the hot, wet, dirty, and stinky seemed to taunt us, holding us hostage to the storm.
Monday morning there was this strange ball of orange light in the sky later identified as the sun. The sun didn’t last long and gave way to more rain and wind, my neighbor and I struck out to find ice and we found a line of people several blocks long the head of which was said to be an ice factory. Ice! The very idea was as alluring as water to a man caught in the desert. At least 400 people were ahead of me when I stepped in line and the first thing that caught my eye was the people, all kinds, all shapes, sizes, colors, financial standing, religions, genders, ages, it was evident that Florence was an equal opportunity disaster. We stood in line two hours, we got rained on, at times a hard driving rain but ice was at the end of our wait. $8 for 40# of ice, to drink cold water was glorious, iced sweet tea divine! The ice made the sweltering heat almost bearable!
You would have thought that two hours in line in the heat, humidity, and rain would have made people cranky, but the mood was one of almost celebration as we moved forward. People with umbrellas helping to shelter those without from the rain, the young helping the old carry their coolers and everyone laughing and joking. It was a very enjoyable way to spend two hours.
The spirit of humanity came out during this event, people helping people, the sharing of food, water, and ice, neighbors getting to know each other, and hardship melded us together.
We spent the next 6 days chasing ice, food, water, and batteries but we did it together each of us making sure others were taken care of. Yes some people did questionable things, several people were killed, many others injured, property destroyed and maybe some developers found out why much of the county hadn’t been built on until quite recently but for a short while we become a community of human beings instead of lots of small groups in opposition to each other over matters that for a time weren’t as important as was thought.
Damage was widespread, most streets were blocked by dozens of giant pine trees, their corpses now lying in state, mute testimony to the wind and rain and how those two work together to allow a giant to be brought down. Besides the longleaf pines, which had lost many of the patriarchs of their community, were pecan trees and oak trees, often giants in their own right, now lying in state, victims of soft ground and high winds. Many would be a wood worker delight if there was someway to get the huge, often filled with burls and other beauty marks, trunks to a saw.
For a week the night sky was often lit up by the explosion of transformers as though some Decepticons had managed to sneak in with the shipments of Transformers from inland storage sites. Thousands of Linemen and fleets of trucks from all over the USA and Canada poured in to help rebuild the power grid, often working for days with no sleep. My hat is off to those wonderful folks and I hope they enjoyed southern hospitality to it’s fullest.
Churches, civic groups, and even the government stepped up to the plate and made sure people had what we needed to survive but I think the individuals who came forward and allowed the needs of others to supersede their own, if only for a time, showed us all what it means to be human…

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Meat eaters!

I have never liked being exposed like this, even statistically it’s not a clever idea to be inside an object exposed to space.
This is my third time being ejected from a sky park, the next one that has agreed to take me is three more months away with the capabilities of my torus. Being smallish cuts down on impacts from micro meteoroids, exposing the thinner minor diameter to the direction we are travelling helps as well, but my point defense system needs at least three men to operate. Being something I cobbled together the first time I had to “travel” without a tug or shield I never hooked it into any AI… well if I had been able to afford an AI I probably would still be there.
Living in the asteroid belt wasn’t exciting unless your particular career choice doesn’t make as much profit as you had hoped… It’s not like genetically engineered ecosystems aren’t popular, it has more to do with my choice of area to start up my “shop”.
They told me to go to Jupiter’s LaGrange points, densely populated and lots of monetarily able people who live to create their own little worlds. Very popular past time among the upper middle class, mostly retired miners living among the debris of their lives.
In the belt? Not so much… Of course, that is where I went…
This time instead of ecosystems I had planned to use my GMO equipment to grow meat animals! Sounded good at the time, the sky park I am currently distancing myself from turned out to be Vegetarians, Vegans they called themselves, or something like that, talk about a close call! When they boarded my home to inspect before letting me hook the torus up to their life support the Park Police found all the animals I had processed for sale.
Tons of meat all cut into small pieces, wrapped in transparent plastic, and on display as the six inspectors lost their shit, they took all the meat, ejected it from the parks outer shell and came very close to sending me after it! Confiscated as much of my equipment they could, and it followed the meat out into space.
Told me how lucky I was to be allowed to live and briskly ejected me and my home back out into free orbit. It didn’t seem to matter all the meat was lab grown and no actual living animals were ever involved…
Now the sky park and am approaching says they welcome meat, claim themselves as self-styled carnivores, they say I’ll fit right in…

Should I have told them all my equipment is destroyed beyond repair? Probably, but what the hell, there is always the next sky park…

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Slave girl part three, NSFW!!!

Part Three

Six weeks had passed since Patty found out that Cindy was an EnGen, six weeks since Patty had found out what an EnGen was. Cindy had proven to be a handful, she was incapable of reading, or at least had no interest in reading. Nor did she respond to pictures unless they were pictures of sex. Sex was her entire world, it was how she communicated, sex was all she knew how to do and all she was interested in. Cindy was basically an eighteen-year-old sex fiend, always would be. After six weeks of trying to teach her to be something else, anything else, Patty was convinced she could never be anything else. The only ways to keep her truly occupied was either by sex or by letting her watch sex movies.

Master had been visiting for the last week, highly unusual for him to stay more than one night out of five much less seven in a row. Patty was thrilled with having her Master home every night, but Cindy’s presence had taken some of the joy out his visit, even Master seemed to be getting tired of her. Patty was in her study reading a magazine, she loved to read the latest news about science and discovery, Master made sure she got dozens of new magazines and books every month to keep her occupied. Master was sitting across the room with his laptop going through information about the company. Cindy was watching a particularly explicit sex tape, it even made Patty feel uncomfortable. No doubt Cindy would want to try some of the stuff she was watching, she did have an uncanny ability to ape the behavior of others if it pertained to sex.

Out of the corner of her eye Patty saw Master close his laptop and stand up, Cindy immediately Jumped up anticipating another round of “fuck Cindy” but Master looks down at Cindy and says. “Watch your movie Cindy, Mistress Patty and I have some business to attend to, we’ll call for you when we are ready.”
Cindy looks disappointed but sits back down with a huff of “Yes Master”

“Come Patty, let’s talk in private!”

Patty rises, “yes Master,” and follows Master as he walks to Patty’s bedchamber. As Patty goes through the door Master Locks the door and turns to Patty with a smile. “Maybe we can be alone now my sweet angel!”

Patty’s face lights up, she hasn’t been along with her master since he came to visit, Cindy intrudes on everything she does. Patty immediately assumes her position, forehead on the floor. “Command me Master!”
Her master looks down and smiles, “stand up Patty and lie on the bed, I want to enjoy you another way today.”

Patty immediately lays on the bed and master lays beside her. He brushes away her thin silk gown and starts to run his large rough hands over her body. He stops to twist each of her nipples, a rather hard twist, and Patty inhales deeply as the slight pain runs down her body. Master bends down and kisses her lips slow and soft at first and then harder, he kisses her neck and nibbles her ears. Patty’s entire body is beginning to grow warm with his caresses. Master looks down at her and begins to talk as his hands roam her body.

“Patty, I have been here for seven straight days,” his hands find her kitty, covered with long curly red hair, Patty gasps as his finger finds her clitoris. He pauses in his talk and takes on of Patty’s big pink nipples in his mouth and sucks it hard until it is long and stiff. Patty is breathing hard, “I have been watching you and Cindy interact,” His big fingers spread her apart and probe inside her now wet kitty. Patty is trying to pay attention but it is getting difficult. One of his fingers finds Patty’s “G” spot and begins to rub it. Patty convulses up at his touch. “I have decided to send Cindy back to the factory to be reprogrammed, she is not a good companion to you.” Patty begins to protest, but Master shushes her. “Patty this is not your decision, I have made it and it stands, they have already taken her while we have been talking.” Patty cannot concentrate, by now her need to have masters attention is greater than her concern for Cindy. She closes her eyes as she feels Master run his tongue down her chest between her bulging breasts to her tummy. His tongue runs down between her legs and licks the inside of her thighs, Patty is quivering with lust as his tongue finally licks up between her legs for a few seconds and then runs up into her kitty. Patty’s moans fill the room as her beloved Master takes her clitoris into his mouth and begins to suck, his tongue flicks back forth over the tip of her clitoris very lightly, faster and faster. Patty’s orgasms are slow but hard, one after another as her Master leads her to each one with caresses of his hands and flicks of his tongue. When he is finished pleasuring her he slowly rolls her over and she feels him rubbing oil into her anus. Patty gasps as she feels his huge cock slowly push her rectum open and penetrate. Patty reaches back and pulls her butt cheeks part so Master can get in better, as he slowly pumps her butt Patty smiles and thinks about Cindy, She will miss Cindy’s attentions but enough is enough, Cindy just wasn’t a friend at all, just a sex toy… Patty orgasms again as Master fills her but with his cum, she feels his cock pull out and a shot of cum sprays across her back, a few drops hit the side of her face and Patty dutifully licks it off with her tongue.
Patty spends the night sleeping on her Masters chest, all thoughts of Cindy or being replaced gone. The next morning after sucking her Master’s cock and gets a belly full of his cum. Master rubs her head and talks as Patty sucks.
“Today Patty we are going to visit my factory, I’m going to let you look over the companion models of the sex toys and see if you can find one you might like. I will be gone at least six months this time and I need to know you will not be lonely.”
As Patty finishes up her morning devotion to her Master, she licks her lips and looks him in the eye. “Is it possible that Cindy could be reprogrammed to be a better companion and still be willing to pleasure me when I want instead of attacking me all the time?”
Master laughs, “so you do like Cindy after all?
Patty tries to look meek as she says. “Yes master Cindy was exotically beautiful, she was a great lover but she was far to insistent and active to be a good friend. She needs to be smarter and able to discuss something other than sex. It would be nice if she liked to read and discuss the things she reads about!”
Master laughs again, “Well Cindy’s are not supposed to be anything but sex toys, they were designed that way, but since I am the one who designed all the sex companions I guess we could give that a try.”
“Does she have to be so small and short?”
“Yes, the law states that all sex toys have to be no more than 4’6” tall, they all have to be female and they all have to be submissive.”
“Can you give her bigger boobs?” Patty asked with a mischievous smile.
Master laughs again, “yes my sweet angel, I think I can arrange that for you, do you want her enlarged clitoris removed?”
“Oh no Master,” Patty replied with an evil smile, “I think I can put up with that part just the way it is!”
“Patty, I think there is an evil streak in you about a mile wide! Now get dressed for the public, wear your very best, I want you to outshine all the freewomen today!”
Patty squeals as Master pops her on the butt as he leaves the room!
Patty picks out her best dress and emerald necklace, her diamond collar and gold link leash. As she dresses she thinks about how wonderful her life is and how lucky she was to be picked off that auction block by her Master!
The trip to Master’s factory was long, a special car had arrived to pick them up and Patty took in the sights along the old interstate highway they traveled along. Forests, lakes, open fields, Patty couldn’t remember ever having seen such sights, Patty wondered why, her former owner’s estates should have had those things. Before long Patty dismissed these thoughts as Master pulled her to him and she spent some very satisfying time giving him the pleasure of her talented Mouth and tongue.
As she walked through the factory beside her Master patty noticed there was no one else around. She had expected to see hundreds of workers, maybe slave workers but at each turn there appeared only empty spaces. “Where is everyone my Master? Shouldn’t your factory be full of workers this time of day?”
“No Patty, everyone was given the day off so I could show you around with no interruptions. I want you to be able to make your choices with no distractions.”
As the turned a corner they came to a door, master took a key out of his pocket to open the door. Patty could feel goose bumps crawling up and down her spine as he motioned her in.
Inside the room was what looked like several dozen upright metal canisters, each one was labeled and had a window where a person could look in. Each canister was just tall enough to hold a small person like Cindy had been.
Master stepped out and motioned to the cylinders, “if you look closely you will see each canister is labeled with a name. Each row has a different name and houses a different series of sex toy. The name and a brief description of each toy is on the cylinder under the window. Walk around and look, see if any strike your fancy!”
Patty began to walk down the rows, each row had a name, Debbie, Anna, Wendy, Cindy was there, Pamela, Julia, each one had a window you could look into. Patty looked into several and saw girls with black skin, blue skin, brown skin, even green skin. Their hair color was as wild as the skin tones. Patty had never seen such skin and hair color on real people. Over by the side was a Cindy cylinder off by itself. Patty walked to it. Inside was white haired Cindy, pale pink skin, and pink eyes. Patty drew back, “is that my Cindy Master?”
“Yes Patty, that is your Cindy, the only one of her type, no other albino Cindy’s have been made.”
Master walked over to Patty, “one more you need to see Patty, this one is unique as well. Like Cindy only a limited number was made. In this case only two.” Master guided patty over to a cylinder that was sitting by itself. This one was slightly taller than the rest. Patty looked in. A look of complete horror crossed her face, she backed away screaming NO NO NO. As she turned to her beloved master she struck him in the face with all her might and began to try and claw his face. Master held her down easily and injected a syringe into her neck. Patty collapsed quickly.
Patty woke up strapped to a table, she was nude, her Master looked down at her, tears streamed down her face. Patty knew she had committed the unforgivable, a slave that attacked her master would be killed, usually very slowly in public as a deterrent to other slaves. Patty knew she was doomed.
Master looked down at her, no one else seemed to be about. Patty began to plead with Master, “please kill me quickly my Master, I lost control and I am sorry but to see myself in that cylinder was more than I could take! Please do not let them torture me in the square, I have been a good slave and I loved you dearly!”
Master looked down at Patty, there was no anger in his eyes. “Patty you will not be killed, I have brought you here to help me make your companion and by your own request make Cindy your equal. I’ll give her your brain, intelligence and I think your original computer skills, if I edit out the personal information that makes you Patty and leave in the Cindy persona. She should make your life interesting and possibly even help my company by doing coding work. I see no reason why an engen slave couldn’t be useful to my business as well as my libido!”
“You were the first sex toy I made, way before the laws define what you could and could not do. I gave you all the mind and body it was possible to give. I made you in the image of my first love. She was a computer coder, extremely smart and capable. She was killed when the enemy overran the city of Brownsville many years ago. I had saved some of her hair and from that I was able to make a copy. You are that copy, and so is the girl from the cylinder, look beside you.”
Patty looked over to see what looked like herself strapped to another table, blankly looking up. Patty screamed again, a long mournful scream of terror.
Master stroked Patty’s face, “Patty, there is no need for fear, I am just going to copy your mind and down load it into her. A little reprogramming and some deletions and you will wake up with a twin sister who was rescued along with you from the auction block!”
Patty was wild eyed, her face contorted in rage, “Never! I am a real person, I cannot be reprogrammed! I will not allow this to happen, NEVER!”
Master looked down at Patty, “I want you to know something Patty, I love you very very much and I couldn’t allow this you to be chopped up and throw away. A master cannot tell his slave he loves her but you will know it in your unconscious and so will your twin sister. You will both be my slaves, live in luxury and service me because both of you will love me just like you do now! I will have to move you to another city where no one will know you but that will be easy!” master stepped up to Patty and injected her neck again and as she slipped away to sleep she thought of how wrong she had been, she wasn’t a real person, just a sex toy…
……….. epilogue
Patty and Sally were pacing the room, tonight had been a very special night. Their Master had brought them a present, a wondrous present. They didn’t understand why Master had decided they needed such a gift. But the gift opened a most wonderful set of possibilities. Master had owned Patty and Sally since they were 18. Over the years they had become totally devoted to being Masters sex slaves, Master was good, he was generous, Patty and Sally had not imagined such a grand life when they had been sold into general servitude. Most people were sold into bondage as factory workers, such workers were in high demand, both Patty and Sally had an education, they would have brought big money as factory workers. Patty and Sally knew that most factory workers seldom lived to see ten years of servitude, exposure to the chemicals and dangers of the work environment usually resulted in severe injury or even death to most factory worker slaves after just ten years.
Patty and Sally had been thrilled to find their young lives would not be wasted on the factory floor when their former masters had been convicted as enemies of the state and their possessions confiscated and sold at auction. They missed their family; estate life had been good and the horror of being sold off after the collapse when their former master and mistress had gone to the gallows had almost been enough to kill them both inside as well. But their new master was good and kind in his own way. He never beat them if they obeyed, he never hurt them for fun other than the little pains that had sex feel better. As they paced they went over the events of the day…
Suddenly the door to their chamber was flung open and their Master walked in, Patty and Sally were thrilled and ran to him and dropped to their knees and pressed their foreheads to the floor waiting for his command. Master looked down at Patty and Sally, their long flaming red hair made a halo around both their heads on the floor. Their pale white skin covered with freckles shown in the gaps their flimsy thin robes didn’t cover.
Master said, “Patty, Sally, look up at me, I have a very special present for you.”
Patty and Sally raised their heads to look at their master, their eyes shown with devotion to Master, all good things flowed from Master. When the two girls saw what he was carrying their eyes got wide. He had what appeared to be a person wrapped in a blanket, it was a small person, it’s feet hung out from one end and long white hair hung out the other end.
“Rise my sweet Girls, see what I have brought for you”
Patty and Sally got to their feet, Master was tall, six feet and six inches, and both Patty and Sally were short, five feet at most, flaming red hair to their waist, very busty and slightly chubby. They were identical twins and Master liked them that way and they took great pains to maintain their appearance exactly the way Master wanted. Both girls noticed their Master taking in the sight of them, it made their nipples tighten up under their thin silk gowns.
“Come with me my little ladies to your bed chamber” Patty and Sally obediently followed their Master.
Master laid his bundle on the bed and unwrapped the most amazing thing the two girls had ever seen, a girl, much shorter than even Patty and Sally, long completely white hair, very pale pink skin, a small streak of equally white hair grew from her kitty. Even her eyebrows and eyelashes were white as snow. Patty looked at Sally in amazement at this small creature Master had laid on their bed.
“Patty, Sally, she is yours, you both will be her mistresses. No longer will you girls be lonely when I am away. This one will keep you company, warm your bed in the long lonely nights. You can train her to do anything you wish, she was the prized slave of a woman who couldn’t stop gambling, I took this sweet girl as payment for her former mistresses gambling debt. Treat her well and she will loyal to you and please you in all ways.
Patty and Sally stared in astonishment at this gift, Master had been generous in the past, a diamond collar and a gold link chain leash for each when Master took them out in public. Jewelry to wear in public, emeralds big as the girl’s nipples even dresses of silk and other fine fabric, Master liked to show them off. Even this place they lived in, as grand in a way that even the masters of their world seldom experienced, but to have their own slave!
The two girls turned to their Master, In unison they said “ I do not know what to say Master, she is beautiful, but she is so young, shouldn’t she be with her family at this age?”
Master looked at patty hard, “Girls do you question your Masters gift? Have I been too good to you?”
A horrified look passed over Patty and Sally’s freckled faces, “oh no Master, never, please forgive us.” Patty and Sally dropped to their position, foreheads pressed to the floor.
Patty and Sally couldn’t see it but their Master smiled, his feelings for the twins went beyond slave and master but he could never let them know that. “Girls, she is 18, the same age as you two when I bought you at auction, she is just small in stature, skinny and undernourished. I expect you to change that!”
Patty and Sally kept their forehead on the floor, but she answered, “Yes my Master, it will be as you say.”
Master smiled again, “Patty, Sally, rise up, I have need of your talents.”
Patty and Sally rose to their knees to see Master’s cock, hard and tight, looking them in the face. The twins smiled, their Master wasn’t upset, he still desired them. Patty and Sally took turns kissing and licking the head of his cock then Patty took his cock in her mouth and began to suck while Sally kissed master’s body as she awaited her turn. Master took a handful of that wonderful red hair and pulled Patty to him, Master’s cock slid all the way down Patty’s throat, and he began to enjoy Patty’s skills. Sally looked up at her Master, her eyes were full of love and devotion. The two girls loved their master more than anything. The girl on the bed opened her eyes and a look of horror crossed her face and she hid in the blanket.
Cindy was different now, she had a mind, she had the means to learn and the desire. A mistake had been made, her old memories were still with her as well as a mind equal to Patty’s and the original Patty’s computer skills . Her obsessive attitude towards sex was now directed towards knowledge. Cindy was going to change this world as soon as she gained access to the internet. Cindy vowed to bring this world down… down to it’s knees in front of her…

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