Fantasy Journey to Year 1,000,000,000

And Pam laughed! She giggled like a young girl. Taylor had never heard Pam, this Pam, laugh before quite like that.

"There is such a tremendous emphasis on oral consumption," said Pam.

Their bodies were sailing through a supermarket, one aisle after another after another. Apparently, other shoppers couldn't see them. They even passed right through shoppers in their way.

"So many thousands of different kinds of food," said Pam, as they moved from aisle to aisle. "Is it all really necessary?"

"Food is necessary to live," said Taylor. "But you are right. For us, food is more than that. It is about pleasure."

Suddenly, they were halted, in the meat section. "But... it is such an ephemeral pleasure," said Pam. "It passes by your taste buds so quickly, and is down your throat. Why so much emphasis on a pleasure that ends so quickly?"

"I don't know," said Taylor, stepping closer to her. "You tell me."

And then she leaned forward, and kissed him.

"I do not kockk fiction," said Pam, sitting in front of a holoprojector that was playing a drama. "Why would your population be so obsessed with experiences that are false?"

"We don't view fiction as false," said Taylor, sitting down next to her.

"Well, aren't they?"

"They are, but we view them as entertainment," said Taylor. "We identify with the main characters. We feel what they feel. We experience things with them."

Pam's eyes narrowed. "Is it a form of telepathy?"

Taylor smiled. "No, more like empathy. We try to imagine what they feel, and we feel it ourselves."

"I have observed several thousand of your dramas over the past few minutes," said Pam, "They all have very similar themes. A male pursues a female, for sex and a relationship. Or the male pursues the female, usually just for sex. What is so compelling that makes people want to view essentially the same story, over and over again?"

"For us it is different every time," said Taylor, putting an arm around her. "For us it is always new. When we watch a drama, we see a person pursuing a man or woman who we have never seen before. It is a new first time. First times are special. Do you remember the first time you kissed me?"

Suddenly they were watching it, watching other Pam reach out and kissed the other Taylor. Taylor could see the look of contentment on Pam's face as she grinded her lips against his. Her eyebrows were raised, her mouth closed, her chest heaving.

"Yes. This body enjoyed it," said Pam.

"More than the other times?"

Pam paused. "I do not know for certain. I need a larger sample size to give a scientifically valid response." And she reached over and kissed Taylor again.

Taylor was watching Remy having sex with Pam. Pam was moaning as Remy slid in and out between her legs.

Why is she making me watch this?

Taylor screaned her, and the answer was almost immediate.

She was trying to make him jealous. She was trying to get him to fuck her.

He smiled. Pam's understanding of human emotions was growing in leaps and bounds.

"Your culture has a tremendous emphasis on the reproductive act," said Pam, watching herself dispassionately.

"Technically, it is the act of reproduction, though most of the time, the purpose is physical pleasure," said Taylor.

"Yes. The stimulation of nerve endings. This body registered it," said Pam, watching herself make "ah, ah, ah" sounds.

"You don't sound impressed," said Taylor.

"It doesn't seem to be such a strong motivator," said Pam. She watched as her body slowly gasped, as she climaxed.

Oddly enough, Taylor, watching the other Pam's dispassionate face, wasn't jealous at all. Not even a little. Pam looked at him, and he knew that she knew that.

"Because, as I've told you, sex without feelings for the other person doesn't mean much," said Taylor.

"The one called Remy seemed to enjoy it," said Pam. They watched as Remy cried out, and released inside of the other Pam.

"Some do. But others need more. They need to feel love."

"I have heard this word often. It is sometimes used synonymously with copulation, and sometimes separately. Which is it?"

"Both. It can be a part of sex, or simply a feeling," said Taylor. He let a hand roam over her shoulder.

"What kind of feeling?" Pam asked.

"A feeling... of intense need. Of intense wanting. Of wanting something more than you've ever wanted anything else, but what you want isn't a thing, it's a person." His hand played with her hair. When he brushed her cheek, she shivered.

"And what do you want with this other person?"

"To be with her... forever," said Taylor. He reached down and pressed against her palm with his fingers. She gripped his hand tightly. He leaned forward and kissed her. She responded, with soft and willing lips.

As he pulled back, Pam frowned. "I do not kockk this... intense wanting."

"Yes you do," said Taylor, looking at her.

Pam gave him a helpless look, one filled with longing. "How can you tell me that I kockk when I say I do not?"

"Because you do," said Taylor, taking her in his arms. "You kockk. You just do not kockk that you kockk."

"Kiss me again, Taylor."

Taylor leaned close and kissed Pam on the lips. She closed her eyes and gave herself to the sensation, feeling his firm, manly lips against hers. When he pulled back, she said, "Now make love to me."

"Is that you asking, or your body?"

"This body desires it," said Pam.

"Then the answer is no," said Taylor, releasing her.

"You kissed me when this body asked for it," said Pam, her voice sounding vaguely annoyed.

"Yes."

"But you will not make love to this body. Why?"

"I don't make love to third persons," said Taylor.

"But it would be such an interesting experiment," said Pam, pressing her body against his.

"Haven't you already conducted this experiment many times with Remy?" Taylor asked, acutely feeling her large breasts pressed against him.

"Yes," said Pam, squirming against him. "But..."

"But what?'

"But I want to conduct this experiment with you," she said, looking longingly at him.

Taylor looked into those green eyes. "I will make love to you, if you ask me, not your body. But I will not be the subject of an experiment. That got old, even 500,000,000 years from now."

The World Government wanted Pam back.

They knew better than to send men to take her by force. They learned that after the first two retrieval teams failed to return.

The Survey Service also wanted a piece of Pam. Admiral Von Windhoek was imploring Taylor to bring her in for examination.

Taylor said no, the first time he was able to do so to a senior officer.

But Pam did express a desire to get out and meet more people. Taylor spoke to Victor about it, and Victor arranged for a cocktail party to be held at an elaborate guest house in Perth that was owned by the World Government.

Once word got out about the party, everyone who was anyone on the planet wanted to be invited. Tickets were swapped, traded, and vended for enormous favors or prices. Taylor warned Victor that Pam was not to be swamped by questioners; this would not be a news conference, but a casual gathering.

When the day came, Pam wore a white dress, quite unlike the white dress from her fuck-cation, the dress he had first seen her in.

The new dress didn't show off her breasts like the other dress did. The dress covered nearly her entire body, from her neck to her ankles.

And yet, the dress was fabulous. Pam no longer looked slutty. She looked elegant.

Pam saw Taylor staring at her as she twirled around the mirror. She expra-ed a change in him. "You are falling in love with me." She said. It was not a question.

"No," said Taylor.

She looked flirtatiously at him, with her eyebrows raised. "You are falling in love with me. Soon you will want to make love to me."

Taylor frowned. "If you want it so much, why don't you just make me? You could fill me with irresistible desire, as your fellow entity did to Elizabeth, could you not?'

"Yes," said Pam, looking taken aback.

"So why not just do it? You'll get what you've always wanted. I am powerless to stop you." Taylor spread his arms wide.

"I... I...." Pam seemed at a loss for words. "I do not kockk. I think.. I expra... that I want you to make love to me, of your own accord."

Taylor leaned close to her. "And that's all I've been asking of you."

Megan Gross, the famed social justice warrior, was there. So was Doctor Richard Halstrom, the popular author of "How The Universe Began". There was Bruce Teitelbaum, the famous holo producer, who had made the smash hits "Big Happy Family 1", "Big Happy Family 2", and "Big Happy Family 3". There was also Senator Miyaka Abuto, the Chairwoman of the World Government Senate Committee on Fairness and Total Equality for Females Only.

"The Universe started with nothing, which turned into something?" Doctor Halstrom chuckled. "That's quite impossible, my dear. The theory of the ever-present energy source dictates that-"

"Have you ever seen it?" Pam asked.

"Seen what?"

"The origin of the universe?"

"Well, no," said Halstrom.

"Then your observation is irrelevant," said Pam. "You do not screan; you do not expra; all you do is dudikay."

A few dozen feet away, Victor put a hand on Taylor's shoulder. "So good to see you again, Michael. How are things with Pam?"

"They... they're good, Victor," said Taylor, giving a little smile.

Victor looked meaningfully at Taylor.

"No, we haven't, Victor," said Taylor.

"And yet you seem happy," said Victor.

"Happier than I've ever been," said Taylor.

"Even with the other Pam?"

Taylor looked at Pam, who was chatting with a circle of people around her. "As far as I'm concerned, the other Pam is the real Pam now."

"What about larger issues, Michael?" Victor asked. "Don't you think her people will come looking for her, sooner or later?"

"I don't know," said Taylor, watching her. She looked at him for the briefest of moments and flashed him a smile. He felt electricity coursing through his body. "She gets more and more human every day."

"That's wonderful, Michael," said Victor. "But I'm still concerned about the bigger picture. Didn't she tell you that her associates were considering erasing the galaxy?"

"Yes," said Taylor, still staring at her.

"Well... what's become of that?"

"I don't know, Victor," said Taylor. "And frankly, at this moment, I don't care. I'm alive, and I'm with Pam, and right now, that's my only horizon." He smiled back at her, and she smiled again.

"Equality, dear, it's all about making sure that everyone is equal," Megan Gross said to Pam.

"But you are all different. How do you determine what equal means for each individual person?" Pam asked.

"We have the best minds in the World Government who work on that," said Senator Abuto. "They analyze and measure each person's contribution to society, add to that societal discrimination against that person, and come up with a total value. Where there are any deficits, it is the job of the World Government to equalize-"

Victor nudged Taylor. "Did you notice that Elizabeth is here, Michael?"

"I noticed," said Taylor. He saw her leaning against a wall, looking forlorn. She was wearing a bright red dress which showed off the tops of her breasts. She looked very much unlike herself. And she was bunless! Her hair ran scandalously down her shoulders. "Why is she here?"

Victor raised his eyebrows and simply looked at him as if it were obvious.

Go and talk to her, he heard a feminine voice in his head say.

Taylor turned and saw Pam, nodding to him ever so slightly.

Taylor, feeling very self conscious, went over to her. "Elizabeth," he said.

"Michael," she said, giving him a fearful smile.

Taylor looked at the top of her breasts, at her long flowing hair, and at the makeup (makeup!) on her face. "You look wonderful."'

"Thanks," She said, smiling again.

"How are things going in the Scientific Branch?"

"Fine," said Elizabeth. "I, uh, was promoted. To a full Captain, in the reserves." She batted her eyelashes in rapid succession.

"Congratulations, Elizabeth!" said Taylor. He reached over to kiss her, and she turned her cheek to oblige. He felt her body, and her small round breasts, as he briefly hugged her.

"You must be very happy," said Taylor.

"Yes, I am," she said, looking flustered.

"It seems everyone got promoted but me," said Taylor.

"Well, you're kind of absent without leave from the Survey Service, aren't you?"

It was true. Taylor's status with the Survey Service wasn't exactly clear at the moment.

"It's.. it's Pam....."

Elizabeth stiffened as he said the name.

Taylor lifted her chin. "Elizabeth, why did you come here today?"

"I... I.. I wanted to apologize for taking advantage of you...." She looked bashful.

"Taking advantage of me?"

"Back in the year one billion."

And then Taylor remembered. Elizabeth, wearing even more makeup and revealing even more of her breasts than she was now. The smell of rotting oranges... the feeling of her lips against his... the overwhelming desire to make love to her... which he gave into... which they gave into....

"Elizabeth, you have nothing to apologize for. You were being controlled by Doug."

"Doug?"

"The other alien. He made himself look just like Pam's real life fiancée, just to irk me," said Taylor.

"Oh. I didn't know that," said Elizabeth.

Taylor stretched an arm out and leaned against the wall, right next to her. "Elizabeth, why are you really here?"

"I... I... I wanted to apologize."

"You just did."

"No, not for that," said Elizabeth. She looked up at him for a brief moment, and then he saw it, in her eyes. "You... you saved our lives. You saved all our lives. And I was so... so mean to you."

Taylor smiled. "Don't worry about it."

"You were always so gracious, Michael," said Elizabeth, her hands rapidly playing with each other. "No matter how difficult the situation, you always maintained the class of a Survey Service Captain."

"Thank you," he said, feeling a warm sensation in his chest.

Elizabeth wet her lips. "How... how are things with her?"

"They... they are good."

"Does she..." Elizabeth visibly swallowed "... are you happy with her?"

"Yes," said Taylor, looking at Pam. "Very happy."

"That's good," said Elizabeth, swallowing again. "Then I'm happy for you too." She looked into his eyes uncertainly, then rapidly looked away.

Later, back at his apartment, as they were getting ready for bed, Taylor asked, "Did you enjoy yourself?"

"I was gathering datapoints," said Pam.

"Did you enjoy gathering datapoints?" Taylor asked, as he took off his pants and shirt.

"Your guests were all tedious and boring. They all had their own points of view, and were sure of their own Tisson Crae in the universe, and all of them, to a man, or a woman, were all wrong. They all had their own small, insignificant purposes in life, and were unable or unwilling to see beyond it."

"There are over 12 billion people on the planet Earth. You only encountered a small number of them."

"I know. But I was hoping to meet people who were more multifaceted, more dynamic, like...."

"Like who?" Taylor asked, as he got into bed.

Pam gave him a knowing look. Then she blinked, and suddenly she was wearing a sheer pink nightie. He could clearly see her breasts and pubic triangle through it.

"That's new," said Taylor calmly, feeling a stirring in his groin. "Where did you get that from?"

"While you were reviewing the Melinda's Secret Catalogue, you paused while viewing this item 2.4 seconds longer than the other entries," said Pam. "I'm glad to see that the delay was statistically significant." She felt his eyes on her. "Do you wish to make love to this body now?"

"No," said Taylor.

Pam got into bed, and pointed to a development in his underwear. "Part of you seems to."

"Yes," said Taylor. "My penis wants to make love to you. Just like your body wants to make love to me."

She snuggled up against him. He felt the warmth of her body. "Perhaps we should be thoughtful enough to consider their needs and make both of them happy."

"Or perhaps we shouldn't," said Taylor, turning off the light. "Goodnight, Pam."

They were at the beach.

All eyes were on Pam, but not because they recognized her as the woman from the year one billion.

It was because of her bathing suit.

Pam was wearing a two piece black bathing suit. The bottom part barely covered her vagina and ass crack, and left her meaty ass cheeks open to total view. The top piece totally revealed her breasts on both sides, barely covering her nipples. She lay on a long beach towel like a sexy piece of meat.

Taylor knew what she was trying to do. And truthfully, he was beginning to find it harder and harder to resist her.

But not just because of her incredibly body.

But because he was falling in love with her.

She was Pam, the Pam he knew, on the outside, but on the inside totally, totally different. She claimed to have no personality, she claimed to have no feelings, but for a diagnostic tool with no feelings, and no personality, she flirted with him all the time. She was smart, she was funny, and she flirted with him none stop, giving him sly looks and leaving herself open for kisses.

Taylor wasn't the only one to notice her body. As men walked by, he could see that Pam was attracting a lot of attention.

Pam spread her legs invitingly at a large muscular man who was walking by. "Hey there," he said, in a deep voice.

"Hello," said Pam, smiling at him.

The man stopped in his tracks. "How are you?"

Taylor was enraged that this man would hit on Pam while he was sitting right next to her. "Hey pal, hit the road."

The man, who was bigger and taller than Taylor, seemed prepared to argue, but saw something in Taylor's eye, and shrugged, walking on.

"I think I could have persuaded him to make love to this body. You spoiled things," said Pam accusingly.

"You can go after him. I'm not stopping you," said Taylor. He watched her to see if she would get up.

Instead she lay on the beach towel and smiled. "I do not kockk you, Michael Taylor."

"And at this rate, you never will."

"You will not make love to this body, and yet you do not want anyone else to either."

Taylor didn't answer.

"That is because you are starting to love me, are you not? I can expra it."

"Your expra senses are wrong," said Taylor, looking away.

"No they are not. Not in two million years have I made such an error."

"It's been more like a billion," said Taylor.

Pam changed the subject. "I have been studying your society. While we slept, I roamed your planet."

"You can do that?" said Taylor, sounding hurt.

"It was only my body that was sleeping with you, Taylor. You know I am much more than that," said Pam.

"I... I know." Somehow, Taylor felt a little offended, that she wouldn't be focusing on him full-time, even in their sleep.

"I have observed there is a great deal of emphasis on the accumulation of material wealth."

"Well yes. Everyone wants a big house, the latest technologies, the fanciest air cars, the most elaborate clothes...."

"But not you."

"No," said Taylor. "Not me. For some of us, the pursuit of science, or service to a higher cause is sufficient. If I wanted to become wealthy, I would never have joined the Survey Service. I'd be in some cubicle right now, telling people about the virtues of some app-"

His voice broke off, as he thought of Pam. The other Pam.

"It is a weakness of your species," said Pam, a moment later. "You are so focused on the accumulation of wealth that you are blinded to the reality of existence. At that party we went to, so many people were talking about jewelry, or clothes, or vehicles. They had no conception of the true nature of the universe, not even an inkling of the existence of Tisson Crae." She paused, as she considered her own words. "I think the problem is technology. In my plane of existence, we can create anything we like. Anything at all. Even planets and stars. We have no need of material accumulation, therefore we have no interest in it. Perhaps I could do the same for your people."

"What do you mean?"

"I could give them the ability to create with their minds."

"To create planets?" Taylor said.

Pam chuckled, causing her breasts to ripple pleasantly. "No, not as advanced as that. Merely the ability to create objects. Once they had had enough of that, perhaps they would evolve to focus on Tisson Crae."

"Are you telling me that right now, in the blink of an eye, you can modify the entire human species to give them the ability of spontaneous matter creation?"

"Of course," said Pam. "Would you like to see?"

"No!" Taylor cried. "Please, don't!"

"Why not?" Pam looked puzzled.

"We're not ready for it," said Taylor. "We're not civilized enough. Many people would use such an ability for mindless consumption, and others would use it for evil purposes. They would create weapons to destroy each other."

Pam considered a long moment. "Perhaps you are right. You are a crude species. I am surprised to discover that they produced anything as advanced as you."

"The Survey Service only takes the best of the best," said Taylor. "Ninety percent of people who apply to the Academy are rejected or flunk out."

He felt an arm, snaking around his. "And Survey Service Captains? Are they the very, very best of the best?" He saw her lips, closing on his.

"Definitely," he said, a moment before he let it happen.

It was good. And it was always getting better. But who would give in first, she, or him?

The World Government wanted to see Pam.

The message was relayed through Admiral Von Windhoek.

"We should go," said Taylor.

"Why?" Pam asked. She was wearing a white blouse and white slacks and looked simply gorgeous, as usual.

"Because."

"Because what?"

"Because when the President of the World Government wants to speak to you, you should accede to her request," said Taylor.

"Very well," said Pam.

Suddenly, they were in Brussels, in the headquarters of the World Government, in Irene Lorenzo's office. Lorenzo looked up from her desk, startled by their sudden appearance.

"Why hello there," she said, raising an automatic smile. "I didn't expect you quite so... quickly." She looked at Taylor. "And you must be the gallant Captain Taylor. I am such a great admirer of your work! Please, sit down, both of you, sit down."

They sat.

"Pam, I've been getting regular reports about you. I hear you've been enjoying your time on Earth."

"I have gathered a number of useful datasets," said Pam.

"I'm delighted to hear it," said Irene. "But right now, I need your help."

"You do?" Pam asked.

"The World Government does," Irene smiled. "The United States and Australia are in near open rebellion. They are refusing to levy their constituents to pay a new social welfare tax which will only help the poorest of the poor. We are in a state of constitutional crisis."

"What do you want Pam to do?" Taylor asked.

"We have heard about your powers," said Irene. "We want you to use them to bring the US and Australia into line. We don't want anyone harmed; but we want them to obey, and pay the new taxes. You can make them do that, can't you?"

"Of course," said Pam.

Irene smiled. "I thought you could. And as I see you are so quick! If you help us with this problem, there are many other issues you can also help us with. But let's start with this one first. Please, proceed."

"No," said Pam.

"No?" said Irene, as if it were a word she had not heard before. "Why? We are just like you. You told us you come from a future where everyone is together, in one centralized unit. That is exactly what we are aspiring to with the World Government. Everyone together. You should be helping us. We are just like you!"

"You are nothing like Us," said Pam, and the open scorn in her voice was there for all to hear. "You know nothing of screaning, or expra, or Tisson Crae. You are the few, who make the decisions for the many. If you truly wished Formos, you would invite the participation of every being on this planet in every decision."

"To let everyone vote... on every decision?" Irene said. "But my dear, the people simply aren't equipped for that level of responsibility."

"Then you should not have it either," said Pam. "Until your consciousness advances to a state which makes all of this irrelevant. Until that time, central governance is not desirable and may even impede your development. You are still all too individualistic. You claim to represent all, but in reality you are the few, giving orders to the many."

"I'm sorry you feel that way, my dear." Irene nodded fractionally.

Four men came forward, dressed in the black uniforms of World Government security. They took Taylor by the arms.

"Hey!" said Taylor. "What are you doing?"

"Taking you to detention," said Lorenzo. "There you will stay until Pamela decides to cooperate." She looked into Pam's eyes. "You will not see him again. You will never see him again, until you decide to cooperate."

The fury in Pam's face was unmistakable. She was so overcome with emotion that she struggled to speak. Finally she said, "You are mistaken."

"I am?"

"Yes. I am not the one who will never see Taylor again. You are."

And with a blink of an eye, Irene Lorenzo, the President of the World Government, disappeared. So did her guards.

"What... what just happened?" said Taylor. "Where did the President go?"

"Away," said Pam.

"Away where?"

"Just... away," said Pam. She looked around. "I have expra-ed this institution. It is not Tisson Crae. This World Government is inhibiting your development as a species. All members of it should be sent away."

"Wait!" Taylor cried.

Pam looked at him.

"The people who work for the World Government. Not all of them are evil. Some are just misguided. Some are just earning a living. They don't all deserve to be sent away," said Taylor.

Pam nodded. "Would you like me to expra and determine which are worthy of being sent away and which are not?"

Taylor smiled at Pam and touched her cheek. "I think I'd prefer it if you didn't send any of them away at all."

Pam smiled back at him and nodded.

Suddenly, they were in the open air. But they hadn't moved.

The enormous World Government headquarters had.

It had completely disappeared, as if someone had taken a giant pencil and erased it from the landscape. They looked around and saw World Government workers standing in the foundations of their now disintegrated building, looking astonished and perplexed.

Pam spoke, as her hair blew in the wind. "What I have done here today I have done all over the world. As I stand here, I am also standing in New York, in Stockholm, in Lagos, and at all World Government facilities all over your planet. All have been erased. I have also erased all the World Government's welfare engines and databases. Only the people have been left intact."

Taylor was stunned. "Remind me never to make you angry."

Pam reached out and touched him, and then kissed him. When she pulled back, she said, "You need not worry. I do not feel anger. I do not feel anything."

"Michael, did you happen to notice that the World Government has disappeared?" Victor's face still looked owlish, even over the holo.

"No, Victor, I hadn't. Pam and I were just enjoying a relaxing day at the beach," said Taylor.

"Well, it's the most astonishing thing, but every institution of the World Government has suddenly disappeared. Including the President, Irene Lorenzo."

"You don't say, Victor."

"People are wondering if Pam had anything to do with it," said Victor.

Taylor looked at Pam, who smiled as she prepared dinner. "Well, I don't think so, Victor. She's been with me the entire time."

Victor gave him a cynical look. "Michael, try to keep a... closer eye on her."

"I will, Victor. Thanks for calling." He closed the connection.

Taylor went up to Pam and hugged her from behind, squeezing her breasts. She squealed with joy. "So I leave you alone for one minute, and look at what you do? You wipe out the entire World Government."

"You were there too," she said accusingly.

"Was I? It's all so hard to recall," said Taylor. He sat down at the dining room table. "You know, they'll just rebuild it all, eventually."

"Yes," said Pam. "But I expra that perhaps they may be more cautious about centralizing power to themselves in the future."

"They're bureaucrats. That's what bureaucrats do," said Taylor. "Just like tarantulas bite, and scorpions sting. It's their nature."

"Hm. Dinner is almost ready," said Pam.

"A shame," said Taylor.

"A shame?" said Pam.

"I enjoy watching you cook," he said, staring at her backside.

She smiled at him. "You know, I really don't have to go through all these procedures to prepare food for you and this body."

"I don't mind waiting," said Taylor. Her tight white pants showed every luscious curve.​