Misc. Erotica The Problem With Immortality

Anson slowly opened his eyes. He found that he was staring into the rising morning sun. And perfectly framed in the rising morning sun was his former wife, Jennifer Spaulding, just like in his dream.

"I'm still dreaming," Anson muttered. "This is a dream. It has to be."

"This is no dream, my love," she said, and then she reached down, and kissed him. And the kiss was so real, so physical, that Anson had no doubt.

"Jennifer?" he cried. "Is that really you?"

"It is, my love," she said, sitting down next to him.

"How.... you're gone. Your mind was erased," said Anson. "I saw it happen!"

She grabbed his hand. "No, my love, you didn't."

"But... how...."

"I almost did," said Jennifer softly. "I was lying down on the table. My brain had been mapped. They asked me if I wanted to proceed. I said yes. I felt myself slipping away from consciousness."

"Oh, my love!" Anson cried.

"And then, in those last precious seconds of consciousness, something happened. A voice within me, a voice I had never heard before, spoke, and spoke loudly. And it said one word, and one word only."

"NO!"

"No," she repeated softly. "I could not let that happen."

"And I found myself getting up, ripping off the electrodes, and running for the door, still in my operating gown."

"But... I passed out, and when I recovered, Isaac Mercola told me that you were already being processed," said Anson.

"He thought I was," said Jennifer. "He didn't know that I canceled it at the last minute. By the time I dressed and got to his office, you were already gone. He told me how upset you were, but I wasn't of a mind to pursue you. I had other business."

"What other business?"

"Doctor Hugh Pinero."

Anson looked confused.

"I overheard you talking with your assistant about a man who could give people the gift of telepathy."

"He's... he's a fraud!" said Anson.

"No, my love, he isn't," said Jennifer, and she looked at him oddly.

For a moment, they just sat silently, matching stares. Then Jennifer started to speak rapidly.

"My lips. Left breast. Left breast. Right breast. Nibbling my ear. Hair. Legs. Oh, I love you too!" and she hugged him.

"You can read my mind!" said Anson, feeling stunned, and more than a little uncomfortable.

"Yes, my love, I hear everything now. But I should have followed you first. I should have told you that I didn't get the procedure. It nearly cost you your life, and mine."

Anson sat upright. "What are you saying, Jennifer?"

"When I left you, I went straight to Doctor Pinero. I was skeptical, as you were. But he demonstrated it to me. He read my mind, Anson! He knew exactly who I was, and why I was there. That convinced me. I had the procedure done. It's only temporary, and it will only last a few more days."

"But why, Jennifer? Why did you have it done?"

Jennifer started to choke up. "To see if you really loved me. To see if you loved me so much that you would never leave me again."

"Oh, Jennifer, I never would."

"I know!" she cried. "I know that now! For three days and three nights, on and off, I sat behind that tree," she said pointing to the hill above them.

"You... you were always here?"

"I was," said Jennifer. "I read your thoughts. I picked your mind clean. All you did was think of me. Over and over. Not just the physicality we shared," she said slyly, looking at him, "but all the little things. Your love for me, your wife, on every level--physical, mental, emotional, and spiritual. You do love me, Anson. I know that now. And then when you compared me to the sun... when you called me your sunshine... I started to cry, Anson, I couldn't help it."

"Jennifer... why were you there for three days and three nights?"

"Because...." and her eyes were teary now. "It felt so wonderful. It felt so good. I've been wracked with so much self doubt for the past two years. To sit there, and just feel your love for me, to know that it's genuine, to be able to bask in it... I got addicted to it, Anson. I couldn't stop absorbing it. I was afraid to say something that might end it. I wanted it to go on forever."

"I want it to go on forever too," said Anson.

And she cried as she reached down and kissed him again. "And it will, my love. I have no doubt of that now."

"But what did you mean when you say your life was in danger?"

"After I had the procedure done, I briefly went to see Carl. I wanted to know if he really loved me too."

"And does he?"

"He does, Anson. He really does. But then when I came here, and sampled your love for me, it was no comparison."

"No comparison?"

"Carl is a good man. He loves me. But his love for me is like a candle. Your love for me, in comparison, is like a burning sun. Your love for me is a thousand times stronger. Carl could love me. Carl could live with me. But only you, Anson, only you need me, need me more than life itself."

"That's true, Jennifer!"

"I know that, my love, I know that now," she said, hugging him. "But my way of going about things almost led to my end. After I saw Carl, I was planning to seek you out, to read your mind and see how much you truly loved me. And then this happened."

Jennifer held up a datapad report. Anson read the headline, "Famous Fixer dies in mountaintop crash in Switzerland."

"You were dead, Anson," said Jennifer, shuddering even to say it. "They found your car on a ledge, twenty feet below the road, but no body. It was thought that you had been thrown into one of the deep caverns below. That's where they found your datapad. After two days of searching, they stopped, and you were officially declared dead."

Jennifer couldn't stop crying. She immediately realized that she had been responsible for Anson's death. She knew when Anson saw her, when he realized what she was going to do, to erase all her memories of him, that that was too much for him to bear. Too much pain for him to live with. So Anson had killed himself, driving off the edge of a cliff.

If only she had told him! If only she had stopped him in time!

Jennifer was inconsolable. Now all her plans were obliterated. She could go ahead and erase her memory. She could even erase her memory of this. But erased memories or not, she would soon learn that she had been married to Anson Ford for 311 years, and that he died on the day she had her memory wiped. She would make the obvious connection, and she would be haunted for the rest of her life by it. No amount of memory wiping could save her from that kind of anguish.

Jennifer felt incredibly guilty. Her selfishness, her self-centeredness, had caused Anson to die. How many times had he professed his love for her? How many times had she seen the pain in his face every time she spurned him? She should have known. Even without telepathy, she should have known.

And now she couldn't live with it. She just couldn't. The pain was too great.

Jennifer was not one to slowly get strung out on Weed, or to die an even slower death in the Dreamscape. No, she would get it done quickly, and efficiently.

She headed over to the nearest Soylent Green Recycling Center in San Diego. She purposely left no notes for Carl, or for Judy. There was nothing she could say that could lighten their burden when they found out. What she did, and why she did it, would be obvious to both of them.

Jennifer's heart raced when she went into the lobby and a robot receptionist said, "Why hello there! Are you here to have your body recycled today?"

Jennifer nodded, tears in her eyes.

"That's great!" said the robot. "Cindy here can help you with that! Just follow her!"

Jennifer was led into a room with another robot counselor. This one interviewed her to make sure she was really wanted to do this.

"You realize there is no reversing the procedure afterwards," said the counselor.

"Yeah, I'll be dead. How do you reverse that?" said Jennifer.

"That's what I mean. It's not reversible. You'll have to sign a release indicating your awareness of that."

Jennifer hated talking to robots.

"Give me what to sign," she said.

As she signed, the robot asked for her preferences.

"Preferences?"

"About what kind of music you'd like in the Departure Lounge. About what kind of holographic scenery. We have a wide array to choose from." Images swirled in the air behind the counselor.

"Fuck that. Choose anything," said Jennifer.

"Are you sure?"

Jennifer nodded. She knew what would happen next. She would be led into the Departure Lounge. She would lie on the black Departure Chair, music would play, she would see beautiful images, and then she would gently go to sleep... and never awaken.

When the robot counselor was truly convinced Jennifer had no preferences, it chose them at random, based on her psychographic profile. When it was done, a woman (an actual woman!) entered the room, and said, "Ms. Spaulding? We're ready for you. Follow me please."

Jennifer's heart started to beat rapidly. She was led to an anteroom where she was told to get undressed. She saw, through an open doorway, the Departure Lounge. Her final stop.

The black reclining couch looked ominous. All around it, though, were trees and bushes swaying in a gentle breeze, and the sounds of songbirds and a gentle harp playing in the background.

Jennifer slowly started removing her clothes. First her shirt, then her bra, then her shoes, then her pants, then her underwear. She was as naked as the day she was born. She put all her clothes in a plastic box, also with her identification and her comm unit.

And the last person who would see her alive was the attendant, Murna Feinbaum.

There weren't a lot of volunteers to be Departure Lounge attendants in Soylent Green Recycling Centers. It was felt, though that a human being, not a robot, should be the last one to escort a volunteer into the great unknown.

Murna Feinbaum was actually an eager volunteer. She felt the Earth was overpopulated, and that humanity was a stain, an infection, which was destroying the planet, and the fewer people on the Earth, the better. So she was pleased whenever she could escort someone to the Departure Lounge, to have them converted into their constituent components, to heal the Earth, according to the principals of Nurda Gababba.

Murna Feinbaum was about to take the box away containing Jennifer's possessions. when the comm unit started to beep. Both Jennifer and Murna looked at it.

The comm unit beeped again.

Who could it be? Carl, trying to reach her again? Judy? Who else could it be?

Even though her life was about to end in seconds, somehow Jennifer had to know. She reached for the comm unit, but Murna was quicker, and grabbed it first.

"Let go," said Jennifer evenly.

"Ms. Spaulding, we have a schedule to keep," said Murna Feinbaum.

"Let go, or I'll poke your fucking eyes out," said Jennifer. She wasn't in the mood to be polite.

Murna reluctantly dropped the comm unit in Jennifer's hand. Jennifer raised it up. It was a caller from Switzerland. Number unidentified.

Who did she know in Switzerland?

No one. Not a soul.

Anson.

Anson had died in Switzerland.

She opened the comm with trembling fingers, even though she was totally naked. The holoimage of an unfamiliar man appeared. And he was old! Jennifer hadn't seen an old looking man in years, except in holofilms.

"Ms. Spaulding?" said the man. His eyes widened. Obviously he saw her naked. Perhaps he could even see the Departure Lounge behind her left shoulder.

"Yes," said Jennifer.

"Are you concerned with Anson Ford?"

Concerned. What an odd word for it.

"Anson... ANSON IS DEAD!" she practically screamed, her voice cracking. She started shaking, badly.

"No," said the man, shaking his head. "Anson is alive."

"Alive," said Jennifer. Suddenly she wondered if this could be a trick. Or a dream. Or something beyond the bizarre.

And then she remembered one salient detail of his obituary.

They never found the body.

"Anson... Anson's alive?" said Jennifer, her eyes narrowing.

"At my home," said the man. "He wants you, Ms. Spaulding. He needs you."

Jennifer cried out, a primal scream that startled the attendant. But the man on the other end simply chuckled, as if seeing a naked woman scream at the top of his lungs was no surprise to him.

Jennifer gasped. When she could speak again, almost breathlessly, she asked. "Is he safe? Is he unharmed?"

"He broke a leg, but I mended it."

"Keep him there," Jennifer commanded. "Send me your location, and keep him there. Break his other leg if you have to, but don't let him go anywhere!" She didn't sign off until she saw the datastream indicating his location. Near Interlaken, Switzerland.

Interlaken?

Jennifer grabbed her clothes and ID.

"Ms. Spaulding, where are you going?" Murna Feinbaum asked.

"To live," said Jennifer.

"But your Departure Chair is waiting for you!" Murna was distressed.

Jennifer glanced at the ominous black chair in the other room, and then back at Murna Feinbaum. "Fuck that. You sit in it," said Jennifer sourly, as she grabbed her clothes, and still completely naked, marched out of there.

She had no time to waste. She chartered a stratoliner, at tremendous cost, even though it only would save her two hours or so. She had to get to Anson. She had to get to him before he did anything terrible to himself.

"And when I got here, there you were, lying there, half dead to the world, thinking only of one thing. Thinking of me. Over and over and over," she said tearfully. "I had... I had planned to come out immediately, and reveal myself. But your thoughts... your love for me was so strong... so addictive. I sat for an hour, and then hours, and then time passed... and I went to a hotel in Lauterbrunnen for a few hours to sleep, and came back here, and listened to your thoughts again.... so kind... so loving... always of me... of me!" she said, and she cried as she kissed him.

"I did this for three days, Anson. It was only when you started thinking about going into the Dreamscape that I was jolted into revealing myself. Don't do it, Anson. Don't do it. I'll kill myself if you do."

"Never, my love," said Anson, and he reached up and kissed her. They embraced for a while.

Then Anson said. "Heycom... he told me he didn't have a comm unit."

"He told you a lot of things, I'll bet," said Jennifer. "Don't you recognize him, dear? Don't you know him?"

"Know him?"

"His full name is Heycom Karlsen," said Jennifer. "One of the original Fixers. Wasn't he one of your professors at the Academy?"

And then it all clicked. Anson had recognized the voice, but not the face. Naturally Heycom had cosmetically been much younger then.

"You mean... I've been in the care of one of the greatest Fixers of all time?"

Jennifer nodded. "He figured out who you were, and what your problem was, and he called me."

Anson tried to absorb this. "So... where do we stand now? How do you feel about Carl? About me?"

"Carl." Jennifer said the word dispassionately. Then she gave Anson a resolute stare. "Over the past year I convinced myself several times that Carl was the love of my life. The man I wanted to spend eternity with," said Jennifer, starting to sniffle. "And I really convinced myself of that. I really did. Until I thought of you. Every time I thought of you, my dream of Carl disappeared like a balloon being popped. If I had never known you, my sweet, if I had never experienced what I had with you, I could have loved Carl. I could have spent a life loving Carl and never known better, never known what love really was."

"In retrospect, I see how truly insane I was. In order to have a normal life with Carl, I had to erase everything I ever experienced with you, everything I ever was. Because being with you was a million times more special than being with Carl. As long as you lived, I could never be happy with Carl. And now that I know that beyond a shadow of a doubt, if you die, I die, Anson Ford."

"I love you!" Anson cried.

They started to kiss and hug and undress each other. Anson felt pain in his leg when Jennifer pulled down his pants but he didn't cry out. And then, she was finally nude, above him, and he saw her beautiful face, and her glorious 36 D cup breasts, hanging over him, and his pulse raced excitedly. And then she lowered herself down on him, just a hug, just a naked hug.

But the sensation was so exciting that Anson's penis exploded. He squirted twice, long and hard, sending sperm shooting up Jennifer's breasts, to her chin.

Jennifer, looking shocked, wiped some of the cum off her chin.

"Oh, Jennifer, I'm so sorry," said Anson.

"Don't be, my love," she said, caressing his face. "This is the highest compliment any man can pay a woman. To climax simply with a hug! You must truly love me!"

"I do," said Anson.

"But... the last time we were together... you didn't climax nearly this quickly...."

"That's because last time, I wasn't sure that you loved me," said Anson.

"Oh Anson. Oh Anson," she kept repeating. As she kissed him, she started rubbing his penis.

"I'm... I'm not sure I can perform again this quickly," said Anson.

She felt him hardening under her touch even as he said it. She narrowed her eyes. "We have only just begun, Anson Ford." She started to kiss and fondle him aggressively.

"What about the Heycom and Abba?" said Anson. "They can probably see this from the house."

She held his face in her hands. "Then let's give them the best show ever, my dear."

They made love. It was tender, it was sweet, it was loving. Jennifer touched his penis reverently, and gently inserted it into her. Then she started to ride him up and down. Anson loved the sight of her huge breasts, bouncing up and down; it was so erotic. She was so beautiful, so sexy.

Jennifer rode him joyfully. She was once again worried that, having gotten used to Carl's larger penis, that she might not enjoy Anson's regular sized one; but then, something strange happened. Anson's penis, which was definitely smaller than Carl's, didn't feel small to her. Not at all! For some reason, it felt like it filled her fully! How could that be?

And as she felt him inside of her, she felt physical joy that she never felt from Carl's monster phallus. It was as if Anson's penis was a live wire, sending currents of sexual joy throughout her body, her arms, her legs, her breasts, and her head. As she rode him, she suddenly realized that she was no longer attracted to a bigger, thicker penis; and her fascination with enormous testicles was gone as well. She wasn't attracted to a bigger penis or balls because Anson didn't have a bigger penis or balls. She was only attracted to what Anson had.

Jennifer moaned with pleasure as she felt waves of sexual joy coursing through her body. Her love for Anson beat strongly in her breasts. This is what she had been missing when she had sex with Carl. Pure, heart pounding tingly, agonizing, take your breath away love. It had been so long that she had almost forgotten. Now she could never do without it again.

Anson started to pant, and she could feel his male sex organ tightening. Jennifer's enhanced vaginal muscles clamped down on his penis like a vise, and Anson grabbed her arms and said, "Ohhhh Jennifer! Jennifer! JENNIFER!" And then Jennifer gave that low, sexy, guttural moan, that helped send Anson over the edge, and he climaxed inside of her, shooting wildly inside her vagina, and his climax triggered hers, strongly, and she screamed his name as well, as every part of her body felt completely electrified.

And then Jennifer collapsed on top of him, and they both instantly dropped off to sleep.

When they awoke, they saw a tray of food and drinks by their side. Jennifer reddened as she realized what Heycom must have seen.

But what did it matter? She had Anson. That was all that mattered.

She looked at the sun. It was approaching noon time. She started to feed Anson snacks, and he in turn fed her. It was one of the best times in her entire life.

"I have something to tell you, my love," she said, wrapping her body around his.

"I want to hear anything and everything you have to say," said Anson.

"I'm... I'm going to have a baby."

She felt a jolt go through his body. Immediately she could read his thoughts as plain as day.

Whose baby? It must be Carl's baby! What should I do? What do I feel? What should I say?

And then the answer out of Anson's mouth was immediate. "Please don't leave me," he pleaded.

Not, "I'm disgusted." Not, "I want you to get rid of this baby." His first reaction was "Please don't leave me."

"I'll help you," said Anson desperately. "I'll help you raise it. If it's your baby, I don't care."

"Oh, Anson," said Jennifer, and she was crying again. "If I ever needed additional proof that you loved me, this was it. You are so in love with me, so crazy about me, that you would even raise someone else's child with me. If that's not proof of your supreme love, I don't know what is."

"You never needed telepathy to see my love for you," said Anson.

"I didn't?"

"All you had to do was look in my eyes."

And he was right. Jennifer looked into his eyes, and saw it, as clear as day. The reflection of her. And she knew, when the telepathic treatment wore off in a few days, that she would never need it again.

She gently brushed a strand of hair out of his face. "But dear, my dear, sweet Anson, your offer is so noble, but unnecessary. For the child isn't Carl's."

"Then who....? No, it couldn't be," said Anson.

She gave him the happiest of smiles. "It is yours, my love, my sweet love. You and I only did it once, while Carl was plugging me with his megaballs nearly every day. And yet he missed the target every time, and only your aim was steady and true."

Anson gave her a tremendous kiss. "I love you so much!"

"I love you too!" Jennifer cried. She sensed the excitement in him. She had feared that he didn't want another child. But she could see, as plain as day, that he was excited about it. She decided to push her luck. "The second of many."​