”EEEYYAAHHHH!!!!”
Shayla-Shayla sat up in bed, eyes wide open.
”What the HELL was THAT?!”
Wiping away the sweat from her face, she tried to make sense of what had just happened.
She was no stranger to erotic dreams, but THAT one just took the weirdness prize!
Okay, Makoto Mizuhara there, that was a given. Ifurita; okay, a little different, not quite welcome, but she’d forgive the synthetic’s presence in a dream for a chance to be with Makoto. Nanami Jinnai, likewise, but Nanami seemed to be taking the initiative in her dream. She figured that was okay too, since she’d had a grudging respect for the girl.
But what was with the black skin? And the golden eyes? And the whole spikes thing? But it was definitely Nanami; the plait-like hair was red and the face was unmistakably that of her old friend, but the whole vision seemed skewed somehow. Dream-Nanami had kinda reminded Shayla of some of the crazier Hindu-Indonesian bronze idols she’d seen once. Both exotic and terrifying at the same time.
What was crazier was that Nanami was putting the moves on her in front of Makoto...and Shayla had gone along with it! And was trying to get Ifurita into it as well!
Worse yet, Shayla was getting into it.
Then Nanami had stopped, and started acted strange. Well, at least stranger than the dream already was, and then there had been a sense of great danger, and...
”Okay...That does it! I either have to step up my drinking or find myself a man if I’m weirding out like this.”
”Or see a psychiatrist, but that would only confirm what I’ve known for YEARS.”
Shayla-Shayla’s eyes snapped up to see her longtime friend/friendly antagonist Afura Mann leaning in the door of their Muldoon Observatory Station apartment, looking at her with both concern and a little amusement.
”And what would that be, bookworm?”
”Oh, that you’re a few fries short of a Happi-Meal.”
”ARghh! Don’t you have observations to do?”
”I’m observing that you’re late for your own observations, and I’m also observing that you’re neither going to get started on them nor make any progress in getting a man by flashing me.”
Shayla-Shayla suddenly realized that she was still sitting up in bed, her sheets around her legs, revealing that she did indeed sleep in the raw. And she’d just had a dream of some intense sex...
Grinning madly, Afura deftly dodged the barrage of loose objects flying her way.
”Makoto?”
”Yes, Ifurita?”
”Last night, while you were asleep, and I was at reduced alert levels, I had what I can only describe as an episode of random cognitive synthesis. You figured in it, but I also recognized several other individuals; Shayla-Shayla of the Muldoon Observatory, and another woman, a Nanami Jinnai, although in the latter case her appearance appeared to be radically altered. However, for some reason, I was able to identify her. Most unusual.”
”Sounds to me like a dream.”
”Makoto, during this episode, which lasted approximately eighteen point five-six minutes, I detected an attempt to access my three-theta-omicron sensory processing nodes.”
”An access attempt? Were any other parts of your systems affected?” Lord, but how he hated to think of the mind and body of the woman he loved as mere 'parts' and 'systems'.
”No, it’s strange; it only seems that the access attempt was directed at those nodes.”
”But the three-theta-omicron node is-”
”-Related to sexual stimulation. You’ve been trying to activate it, at my request, and at first I thought it was you, but this access attempt was coming through my long range tachyon sensor web interface, rather than the approach we’ve been trying.”
”Did this attempt do anything?”
”No more than what we’ve already accomplished. The circumstances associated with the access were unusual and I found myself reluctant to allow it to continue, but then the episode ended and I achieved full wakefulness. Makoto, I have dreamed before, but those tended to be more random and reordered recollections than anything else. This was something entirely different.”
”You’re sure that nothing else was affected? And it originated in your sensor web interface?”
”That appears to be the case.”
”Well, if you wish, I’ll look into it. See if anything registered.”
”Thank you, Makoto, I’d like that.”
”It’s most likely nothing; you picked up a stray tachyon emission through the interface and it triggered a dream; like a noise at night prompting a dream of conversation or activity.”
Makoto didn’t want to voice his real concerns that an attempt through the tachyon sensor interface that hd been built into Ifurita might have been an effort by the corporation that had built her to locate her or tamper with her again remotely. But why would they only go for the sensation parts of her brain? Why go for the deactivated ones of her cloned and altered brain associated with sexual pleasure?
His mind mulled over this puzzle, distracting him from his waking thoughts of his OWN strange(and sexually charged) dream. That had happened to include Ifurita(of course), but also Shayla and Nanami-
The bedside computer reader, sensing that the cabin’s occupants were all awake, beeped that it had the morning day-cycle’s news and e-mail ready to be viewed.
A name caught his eye. One he hadn’t seen in a while. Nanami Jinnai. A file addressed to him. A large file. He opened up the intro portion of the file.
”Dear Doctor Schtalubaugh, after many years I’ve located a copy of that information you wanted for your records collection and am sending it along in the event the originals are lost-”
Strange girl; he HADN’T requested any information from Nanami Jinnai, nor had he sent a biology sciences graduate along to obtain any such thing. This was puzzling.
And Doctor Schtalubaugh liked puzzles.
Reading the rest of the notes, and seeing the attached encrypted file folder, the old archivist felt something of a thrill as he contemplated this one.
On far Alpha Ceti, deep within their own burrow, the slick black demon shapes felt the thrill of accomplishment, and of meeting a biological imperative.
The screams of hosts cut short as the first new generation of the new hive came out to join the first drones in service to their young queen-mother.
Soon they would range farther afield, in search of fresh prey, as the queen began producing new eggs en masse.
(Posted Wed, 17 Feb 2010 16:22)
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