Fantasy Sex Culture in the 23rd Century

"I see."

"I think you are beginning to," said Sheryl, giving him an appraising look. Janet Taco Bell had said he had a superb ass, and Sheryl saw that she hadn't been wrong. "Would you like to go on a field trip to one of our most wondrous parks?"

"Sure."

They took an air transport to a wondrous place called Michelle and Melissa Muir Woods, a forest filled with giant redwood trees. When they landed, they found people already there, chanting and yelling.

"Who are they? What are they doing?" Fredrik asked.

"They're with the local chapter of the Tierra Club."

"The Tierra Club?"

"The Tierra Club tries to discourage people from going to our beautiful parks."

"Why?"

"Because womanandmankind destroy parks, just by walking in them! Did you know that a footprint can crush a flower, and the death of a flower can set off a whole chain reaction in a delicate ecosystem--it can destroy an entire forest in no time at all! A single footprint can be as deadly as a nuclear bomb to a forest." said Sheryl.

"So why have parks at oll?" Fredrik asked.

"Well, it's acceptable to go to the parking lots, just not beyond them," said Sheryl.

"So people come oll the way to parks, but just sit in the parking lot?"

"It's the ecological thing to do," said Sheryl. "But some people choose to go into the parks. So the Tierra Club organizes crowds to discourage them from walking in."

"Get out! Get out! Get out now!" Fredrik heard them scream at people trying to actually go into the park. Fredrik looked at the demonstrators. They were all older, in their 50's and 60's. The men had long beards, and the women looked especially unattractive, unlike any he had seen before in OrgyFree.

"You'll destroy the park! You'll destroy everything! Nature is too fragile! Don't step on that blade of grass!" they screamed.

"It's a pity, really," said Sheryl. "If only the nature nausea training worked on everyone, we wouldn't have this problem."

"Nature nausea training?"

"We train children at an early age to revere parks and forests, but to have no desire to actually go into them. They walk in simulated gardens filled with flowers and trees that emit foul smelling anal gases to discourage them from exploring. The therapy works on most subjects, but unfortunately two percent still enjoy going into forests."

"Maybe they like the smell of anal gases," said Fredrik.

Sheryl looked at Frederick with wonderment. "I never considered that!" Maoina had said told her that Fredrik was sexy; but she hadn't also told him that he was smart. She gave him an appraising glance. She heard there was already a waiting list to be serviced by him, after he had been broken. Perhaps she had best have her name added to it as soon as possible.

Next Sheryl took him to a recycling center, back in the heart of OrgyFree. It was a big, black building which emitted smoke from chimneys on top, an odd sight in an otherwise clean community. Fredrik wondered what they were burning.

"This part of the building contains our sewage treatment plant and food processing center," said Sheryl.

"Sewage treatment and food processing in the same building? That doesn't make any sense," said Fredrik.

Sheryl took him into a room where he saw transparent pipes carrying yellow liquids and black solids into the next room. Sewage, no doubt. But then they followed the pipes into the next room, he saw a powerful device which hummed loudly. And out of it came... carrots. Lettuce. Cheese. Cake. Cookies. All coming out of a conveyor belt from the device.

"Ours is a system of total recycling. Gaia demands nothing less," said Sheryl.

Fredrik tried to understand what he was seeing. There was shit in one room, and food in the other. "Are you saying that the food we eat... all the food...."

"It's all recycled. Isn't that glorious?" said Sheryl, with a giant smile.

Fredrik wanted to throw up. The ham sandwich he had had for lunch was actually a shit and piss sandwich. "But...how?"

"Transmutation on the atomic level," said Sheryl. "One of the byproducts of the discovery of clean techniques for nuclear fusion was the ability to alter elements on the periodic chart, from one substance to another, on the atomic level."

"So you turn shit... into food?"

"Yes. It's a totally closed cycle," said Sheryl. "Think how good that is for the Earth! There are no more farms destroying the environment. No more animals raised solely for the purpose of eating."

"So the meat, then, is also shit and piss?" said Fredrik.

"Not all of it," said Sheryl, giving a mysterious smile. She took him to another chamber. There were a series of booths, with people in them. Most of the people were old. Fredrik saw a teacher leading school children through the room.

"All right children, does everyone know where we are?"

"The shredder!" the kids screamed.

"That's right," said the teacher. "And do you know where the people in these booths go when we press the button on their tubes?"

"The shredder!" they screamed again.

"And why is that good?" the teacher asked.

"Recycling!" the kids shrieked. "We're all recycled!"

The kids started to break out into song, a song they had memorized about the glories of being recycled.

"Recycling is good, recycling is fun, when we're finished with life, it's time to be done!

We go back to the earth, back to the earth,

As the shredder blades grind us, back to the earth,

We're filled with mirth, filled with mirth!"

They laughed hysterically.

Fredrik walked over to the glass tubes. They looked like Manipulator Booths, except that they were sealed, and each had a big red button on the outside of them. He looked at a man inside one of them. He looked old.

And then, suddenly, the old man opened his eyes and looked at Fredrik!

Fredrik jumped back. "He's alive!"

"Of course he's alive," said Sheryl. "They usually are, before they go to the shredder."

"What... what are they doing in there?"

"They're volunteers," said Sheryl. "When the Community tells them that providing medical care is no longer cost effective, we suggest to them that they submit for recycling."

"They volunteer to be killed?"

"No, recycled!" said Sheryl. "It's the most ultimate in virtuous acts. They earn two thousand virtue points alone for it."

"What good are virtue points if they're dead?"

Sheryl gave a broad smile. "They're donated to the Community. It's the highest honor."

"How so?"

"Each virtue point donated to the Community makes the Community more socially advanced, and takes it one step closer to total perfection and total group self-awareness. With this act the individual is willingly expunged, literally allowing himself to be absorbed into the Community."

Fredrik shuddered. Why would anyone volunteer to be killed? He went over to the old man in the tube and tentatively said, "Hello."

"Hi, how are you? I'm fine," said the man.

"You're obviously not fine," said Fredrik. "You're in this tube, and about to be shredded."

"Yes," the man smiled.

"Why?"

"The Wellness Center told me that my medical treatments were too much of a burden on the resources of the Community. They said I could best serve the Community by being recycled."

"And you agreed?"

"I talked with my Controller. She told me it was best. I wasn't sure at first, but after I slept on it for a few days, I realized she was right."

Slept on it. The man had been brainwashed, by SleepTalk. If SleepTalk could make someone kill themselves, is there anything it couldn't make them do? Fredrik was suddenly glad that he had managed to avoid SleepTalk by sleeping on the floor. He would have to warn Laura and the others.

Fredrik walked to the other booths. Most of the people there were old men and women. But one of the men looked much younger. Fredrik went up to him.

"What are you doing here?"

"Awaiting recycling," said the man.

"Why? You're not so old!"

"I don't feel I'm contributing enough to the Community," said the man.

"Just because you're not contributing enough doesn't mean you kill yourself," said Fredrik.

"But my very existence is destroying the environment and causing Temperature Change. I need to make a big contribution to the Community to offset all the destruction my existence has caused."

"Quite right," said Sheryl, coming over and putting an arm around Fredrik. "You're doing a wonderful selfless service. Praise be the Community."

"Praise be the Community," said the man in the tube. "From cradle to shredder, life keeps getting better and better."

Fredrik had heard that phrase before. He suddenly felt shocked that he understood its meaning.

Suddenly the class full of kids came over.

"All right," said the teacher. "Each of you gets to press one button, but only one."

"Yay!" the kids cried, running over to the tubes.

One of the kids pressed the red button on a tube containing an old woman.

The tube whooshed and the old woman fell down a trapdoor. Suddenly they heard the loud whine of blades, chopping and slicing, and they felt tremors below them.

"Yay!" said the little kid.

Other kids pressed other buttons. The people in the tubes, rather than being horrified, could actually be heard pleading, begging, "Pick me! Pick me!"

The sounds of meat being grinded could be heard more and more beneath their feet. The floor was actually starting to vibrate.

A little boy came over to the tube containing the young man.

"Noah!" said Fredrik. "He's too young!"

"Yay!" yelled the little boy, darting around him and pressing the button.

The young man in the tube waved goodbye with a happy smile as he dropped down and out of the floor beneath them. They heard his body being grinded up with a shrill metallic sound. The tremors from the machinery gave Fredrik chills up and down his spine.

"Meat," said Fredrik, suddenly understanding. "Yew turn them into meat?"

"Parts of them," said Sheryl. "The shredder is very efficient, but it's also very precise. Muscle meat is used in the cafeteria, of course. But organs are saved for transplant, and bones are used for calcium supplements, and other purposes."

"Isn't it painful?"

"Not at all," said Sheryl. "Subjects are anesthetized a split second before the first blade hits. What do you think we are, monsters? Would you like to see the shredders for yourself?"

"Noah. Noah. Noah!" said Fredrik.

"I can see this upsets you," said Sheryl. "But it's all part of the cycle of life. We're born of the Community, we live in the Community, and when we're done, our constituent parts are absorbed by the Community. Nothing is wasted, and it's all very eco-friendly."

She put a friendly arm around his shoulder. "Come, let me show you the facility's cafeteria."

She led him into a dining hall. Everyone seemed to be eating the same thing.

"Oh, it's meatloaf and lemonade day! That's my favorite!" said Sheryl.

Fredrik remembered the large pipes of shit and piss. Meatloaf and lemonade. Now he knew what that really was, or used to be. He looked at one man with meatloaf stains around his lips. He watched a woman eagerly swallow a glass of lemonade. He thought he was going to be sick.

"I have to goah," said Fredrik.

"Have you gotten everything you need for your article?" Sheryl asked.

Fredrik nodded, and left, trying not to run.

Fredrik went back to the dormitory. He was so disturbed that he needed to take a nap. The realization that he was eating excrement and urine--altered at the atomic level, to be sure, but excrement and urine nonetheless--horrified him. And then learning that people volunteered to be shredded, even healthy people... that was almost too much to bear.

Fredrik lay down on his mattress on the floor and closed his eyes. But he couldn't sleep.

"Perhaps this will help you, my dear friend," said Ted. A fine mist came out of the ceiling. It was Weed, in gaseous form.

Suddenly, Fredrik felt relaxed. In a moment, he felt himself dropping off to sleep. Good... old... Ted....

When Fredrik awoke, he checked the chrono. Two hours had passed. It was only two o'clock. There was still time to go back to work and start writing.

But writing what? Fredrik remembered the events of the day. The food made of excrement. The people volunteering to be shredded. He still didn't like any of it.

But to his surprise it no longer horrified him. It was just... the facts. He still disapproved of these things, but most of his emotional dislike had been removed, as if the intensity of his feelings had been erased, or at least toned down.

Fredrik frowned, sitting up. He thought more intensively about a dream he had just had. He had a vague memory...

He remembered being on a couch. Snuggling in the nude. With someone.

He tried harder to remember.

This someone had large, heavy breasts.

Fredrik concentrated more.

This wasn't just someone's large, heavy breasts. They were Madeline Toxophilia's. In his dream, Fredrik had been snuggling against Madeline's luscious breasts, on a couch in an Unrest Room, and enjoying every moment of it.

Was that his own thoughts, his own fantasy? Somehow, Fredrik didn't think so.

He looked at the floor panels he had been lying on. They looked the same as the panels under his bed. With some effort, he tried and lifted one up, the one that his head slept on. When he opened it up, he saw the same electronics, the same projector tubes, as he had seen in his bed. They had simply moved the device to wherever he had decided to sleep. It wouldn't matter if he slept on his bed or the floor or against the wall. They could get to him wherever he slept.

Fredrik looked at it with grim realization. There was no way to stop the SleepTalk. He would simply have to resist it.

He went into work and started typing. This was one article he didn't know how to write. After some aborted starts, he decided simply to write about Temperature Change, without making reference to people being shredded or people eating chemically altered excrement in their dining halls.

Suddenly the holoimage of Madeline appeared above him. "Hello Fredrik, how are you, I'm fine," said Madeline.

"Hello Madeline, how are yew, I'm fine." Fredrik enjoyed exchanging greetings with her.

"I'm wondering how you're doing with your new assignment," said Madeline.

"I'm writing it right now," said Fredrik.

"Why don't you come up and we'll talk about it," said Madeline.

"Of course," said Fredrik, getting up.

Of course, Fredrik realized. Madeline had an assignment of her own. To seduce him. That much was clear now.

As Fredrik waited for the elevator, a holoimage of a man and an older woman appeared. They seemed to be happily eating lunch together. But when Fredrik stared at it long enough, he saw Madeline, sitting on his lap, while he kissed her furiously.

Fredrik looked away, as he stepped into the elevator.

"No, no no," he said, gritting his teeth. "This isn't what I want. This isn't me," he said.

When the elevator arrived at its destination, he stepped out into Madeline's office. She was wearing a tight, white satin shirt and a short black skirt, with clear pantyhose and high heels. She had combed part of her thick dark hair over her forehead, to give herself a softer look, like a warm, furry animal.

"How was your trip to the recycling plant?" she asked.

"Fine," said Fredrik.

Madeline smile at him, and got up around her desk, revealing her well curved ass and a larger than usual Chikdik as she stood in profile for a moment, letting him admire her. Then she slowly glided over to him. Ever step was graceful, sensuous, with the exciting clickity click of her elegant tall black heels. She went behind him, and started rubbing his shoulders as she had done before. He wanted to tell her to stop, but he was afraid if he did that she would do as he asked.

"Learning the realities of existence can be harsh, to the uninitiated," said Madeline, as if she knew exactly what he had just experienced at the recycling plant. Of course she did. But her fingers did feel good on his shoulders. He no longer wanted her to stop.

"But you have to understand, what you observed are ecological necessities for our survival. The Earth is in a very fragile balance, Gaia demands no less if she is to tolerate our existence." She made eye contact with him. "You understand now, don't you, Fredrik?"

"Yes," said Fredrik, feeling himself melt in those dark eyes. No, no, no!

Madeline went back to leaning against the edge of the desk. Her short skirt was taut, and the sight of her finely muscled thighs were hard to avoid. She had dancer's legs. Once again in a sexy profile, her Chikdik stuck out of the front of her tight skirt while her shapely ass stood out in back.

"How are things in your personal life?" Madeline asked, casually stretching her shoulders like a graceful cat.

"Why... why do you ask?" Fredrik asked cautiously.

"We've talked about work, but never your personal life. And yet one affects the other. Your partner is named Laura, isn't she?"

"Yes," said Fredrik.

"Do you like her?" Madeline asked. She leaned her head forward when she asked that, in a somehow very sexual way.

"Very much," said Fredrik, looking into her eyes.

"Good," Madeline smiled. "And have you both been adjusting well here?"

Actually, coming here had put a strain on their relationship. Laura had become more distant lately, and Fredrik hadn't known why. Now he had an answer: SleepTalk. They were doing something to her, just as they were to him.

Madeline ran her hands slowly down her shapely thighs. Fredrik found himself watching intently, imagining it as if the hands were his own. He wondered how her firm legs would feel under his touch. Then his gaze turned to her breasts, her large, slightly sagging breasts, perfectly outlined by her tight shirt. And then Madeline caught his glance, showing him that she knew he was looking at her body. The simple lifting of her eyebrows caused Fredrik to turn red.

She knew it. He was attracted to her. They had made him attracted to her. But that's as far as it would ever go. They could manipulate his feelings, but never his actions.

"We're doing fine," Fredrik said, struggling to focus on the extremely simple conversation they were having.

"Good," said Madeline. "I know relationships can have difficult phases."

"Are yew in a relationship?" Fredrik asked.

"Are you asking me if I have a partner?" Madeline smiled.

"I suppose so, if it's not too personal...."

"Not at all," said Madeline, smiling, as if another goal had been reached. "I did have a partner, until recently. His name was Noah Burger King. We were quite happy for some years."

"No longar?"

"As we got older, he changed... but I didn't." Madeline rubbed her hands against her luscious hair. "My... appetites... haven't changed substantially since I was in my 20's. But Noah's slowed down a bit. He couldn't keep up. So we ended our partnership."

"I'm sorry," said Fredrik.

"Don't be," she said, putting a hand on his, which sent currents up and down his entire arm. "We're both much better for it."

"And now, are yew seeing someone else?"

"Actually yes," said Madeline. She started to play with her foot as she talked, twirling it this way and that, which captivated Fredrik's eyes. "I've been seeing several young men lately."

"Several?" Fredrik asked.

"Each has something I like, but none have everything I want," said Madeline. "One has looks. One has endurance. One has... well, other things." She smiled at him. "But none of them have all of these things together."

Younger men. She liked younger men. He was a younger man. She was clearly telling him that she was attracted to him. She wanted him.

Madeline put a hand on his knee. "We don't tend to settle for less than what we want, don't you think?"

"I do," said Fredrik, feeling very excited. It was just a knee. His knee. Not an erotic zone. So why did he feel so excited? He was glad he was no longer wearing his GT. Madeline would never know how excited he felt at this moment. Or did she?

Madeline started to rub his knee, softly. How can touching my knee feel so sensual?

"We all can't help the way we feel," she said, staring into his eyes. "All we can do is give in to our feelings."

Fredrik's heart was racing.

She leaned close to him. "Do you know what I mean?"

Close enough to kiss.

No, that's not me, that's SleepTalk.

But she is gorgeous!

It's a programmed thought. I have to resist!

Fredrik abruptly got up. "I'm sorry, I have to goah."

"Of course," Madeline smiled, not looking in the least bit disturbed. "I understand."

She understands? What is it she understands? That he was on the verge of kissing her? That next time he might not be able to resist?

"Good luck with your article," she said, licking her lips ever so slightly.

"Thank yew," he said, heading to the door.

"Be seeing you," was the last thing she said.

Which made his heart beat wildly.

As soon as Fredrik had left, the holoimage of Janet Taco Bell appeared. "Well?"

"He's resisting," said Madeline. "As expected. But he's getting closer, I can feel it. It won't be much longer now."

"You won't give up?"

Madeline admired her image in a holomirror, thrusting out her chest as she smiled at herself. "When I'm so close to victory that I can almost taste it? I don't think so."

That night Fredrik made love to Laura. She lay on her back, her knees bent, her legs spread, in the classic position of acquiescence, as Fredrik thrust into her. Fredrik had needed this, not merely as an act of sex, but as a reassurance that they were still together. They hadn't taken Laura away from him, had they?

As he thrust into her, he said, "They're doing things to us."

"Uh huh," said Laura, enjoying the feeling of him inside of her.

"It's SleepTalk," said Fredrik, still thrusting. "They're trying to make us fall in love with othar people."

"I knauw," said Laura, enjoying the friction within her.

"We're not going to let them break us up," said Fredrik, thrusting faster.

Laura wrapped her legs around his back, and looked into his eyes. "Nevar," she said, giving him a deep kiss.

That took him over the edge, and he flooded her with his reproductive juices. His going over the edge also brought Laura's body to climax, and she moaned in delight.

Afterwards, they lay together in silence.

Fredrik hoped his lovemaking had expunged his feelings of attraction for Madeline. They hadn't. Looking at Laura's breasts, they felt small and childlike compared to Madeline. Laura's young face wasn't nearly as pretty as Madeline's mature, slightly lined cheeks. But he loved Laura! That was all that was important, and that would never change.

Laura enjoyed the sex with Fredrik, as she always did. But after it was done, she still felt the emptiness she had been feeling lately. It was as if sex with Fredrik was the main course in a fine meal... but there was no dessert. At first, Laura hadn't known what she wanted for dessert. But after having that orgasm with Mary Elizabeth today, she knew.

The fact is, now Laura wanted them both. She wanted to feel Fredrik inside her, but she also wanted Mary Elizabeth. She remembered how she had climaxed with Mary Elizabeth's Global Tampon inside of her, and how her sympathetic vibrations had caused Mary Elizabeth to do the same, as if they had made love to each other. It was the most amazing erotic experience she had ever had.

Laura remembered how she had felt when Mary Elizabeth ran her hand over the tight seam of her own shorts, symbolically touching the GT inside of her. The GT that had just been inside of Laura. It secretly thrilled her to no end.

Laura recalled hearing the sounds of pounding as she had watched the muscles in Mary Elizabeth's ass clench and unclench. The sounds of pounding, the clenching and unclenching, the sweaty legs... it had all been about sex. She had gone jogging with Mary Elizabeth, but had somehow ended up having the most erotic kind of sex with her, without every making physical contact. But they had made emotional, orgasmic contact.

She could never tell Fredrik. He would be devastated.

And in her core, Laura still loved Fredrik. She tried to tell herself that her hungering for Mary Elizabeth was purely physical, and had no feeling behind it. It was a sexual fantasy, implanted by SleepTalk, nothing more. She had these desires now, but would never act on them.

But there was still one more thing. The repeated dreams she was having of being undressed, on some kind of wheel, with Mary Elizabeth lying opposite her, each seeing each other totally nude, and both of them staring longingly at each other's body... and then the wheel started to spin... what did that mean?​