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Subject: {ASSM} Write Club. Celia v Souvie (FFM Sci Fi / MF Sci Fi Rom)
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Write Club Duel - Celia v Souvie.
Note: Hecate was supposed to take part in this duel but was unable too
participate at this time. Her words have been included.
RULES
Time: Standard 3 hours
Words: Three words each, one of which must be a person's name.
SPECIAL RULES
Must be Sci-Fi.
Must be at least three characters (does not include background
characters. i.e. characters that play no significant part in the
story.)
No existing characters. e.g. no Star Trek.
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Souvie's words
Gravity. Morpheme.
Name = Lance.
================
Hecate's words.
archaeology. retrophiliac.
Name = Cordelia
=================
Celia's Words
platitudes. silhouette.
Name = Norma
================
Referee's comments and decision will be posted on ASSD.
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May Blossoms Reign
(results may vary)
by celia batau
Shift 32: Tnotchitlan, 1480 A.D.
"Let go of me!"
Norma's scream pierced the closed air of the temple moments before she
materialized a meter above the floor, and gravity dropped her
belly-flat onto a pile of cut flowers.
Sometimes one just can't win, and Dr. Norma Guttierez was slowly
coming to that realization. In the short time since she injected the
"de-aging" nano-machines, her body had shifted to battlefields,
plantations, inquisitions, plagues, brothels, and lastly to a prison.
An all male prison.
She'd lost her retrophiliac streak about 20 shifts ago, and all that
was left was a sour determination to reach an advanced age before she
flushed the nano-machines out of her system.
Norma shot to her knees, a task made difficult by the thick metal bar
and cuffs separating her wrists and ankles. Her breathing slowed and
her mind calmed as she realized she was no longer under the tender
care of the prison guards. Her eyes drifted from her bare knees to the
flowers. She was in no hurry to find out what dregs of archaeology her
karma had dropped her into. And for the moment, her karma, lost in the
overpowering influence of the flowers' scent. seemed content to leave
her be.
"Patl'ala."
Norma turned her head to the female voice and to the sudden clatter of
a wooden bowl hitting the stone floor. Two figures stood in silhouette
against a wide entryway, one male, one female. The bright sky beyond
the pair cast their faces in darkness. The bowl lay upended at the
woman's feet.
At her glance, the two dropped to their knees and touched their
foreheads to the floor in absequience. Norma rose to her feet amidst
the flowers as a ceaseless string of whispers from their mouths. She
scratched her bottom and watched them. "Okay," she thought, "What
next?"
"Hello?"
The man was the first to break his platitudes and look up at the nude
stranger. Norma held his gaze until the other woman spoke.
"Excuse us."
It was the first proper English Norma had heard since her first shift.
That was her first clue that her faulty translat implant was working
again, at least for the moment.
Norma looked to the woman. Her deep brown eyes were almost too wide
for her face. Norma nodded with her chin for the two to stand, and
they did.
"Excuse us," the woman repeated wetting her lips, "we did not expect a
visitation before the blood."
"Yes, the blood."
Norma had gotten her doctorate in medicine, not history, so she could
only guess at what "the blood" meant.
"No, I'm not here for the blood." Norma quickly told them, "But I
could use some help getting out of these."
Norma lifted her cuffs to her side, but the pair were now looking at
each other instead, with grins spreading across their faces.
Norma slowly shuffled backwards through the flowers, heading for the
darkness of the back wall as the two advanced her way. the man reached
her first. Grabbing her face in his rough hands, he placed his lips
against hers. Norma's eyes shot wide, then narrowed as the
possibilties began sinking in. She returned his kiss.
Eventually, they realeased each other, and the man urged her to her
knees.
"Watch her adornments," he told the woman as she stepped behind Norma
to help her down. She swept her hair over her shoulder and placed
gentle kisses down Norma's spine. Meanwhile, the man stripped himself
out of his guessibly ceremonial garments and knelt before her. The tip
of his hardened penis pressed against Norma's belly until he lowered
it to slide its top along her vulva. They kissed again.
Now the woman had stripped and put herself against Norma's back. The
woman leaned her breasts between Norma's bound arms and pressed them
against her back before resuming her kissing. Norma's own breasts were
now being kneaded by the man. All of it felt good, but they were
moving too fast. Norma broke the kiss.
"What's your name?"
His lips formed something much more multisyllabic than the "Lance" she
heard. Likewise, she doubted the soft "Cordelia" behind her. The
implant was breaking morphemes again, but what possible conversation
could she be having now anyway. But the break was enough for Norma to
catch her bearings. She rested herself back into the woman and let the
man work.
Cordelia slid her palms along Norma's hips and grasped her hands in
her own for a moment before slipping them between Norma's thighs. At
Cordelia's touch, Lance lifted Norma up, and then down onto his
manhood. Norma moaned all the way down. Grabbing lance around Norma,
Cordelia helped keep Norma aloft, and together, she and Lance managed
to form a rhythm.
Norma could barely imagine they could do this, but soon lost her
imagination to the reality of Lance's penis and her own desire. Lance
paused to reposition a better grip. When he continued, Cordelia mocked
her own thrusting into Norma's bottom. The press of the pair's bodies
outside and the feel of Lance within shot her higher and higher. All
too soon, her whole body cried in release and shuddered.
Norma felt herself being lowered as the warmth spread through her. No,
she thought, don't let me go. Not yet.
"The Platinum's here!" Cordelia gasped.
Norma tilted her fuzzy head to get a better look at the imposing
priest glaring down at the trio.
Fortunately, the nano-machines chose that moment to shift Norma out of
her warm embrace and the fragrance of blossoms.
================================================================
"Knowledge as Wise as the Heart"
by Souvie
-----
2130
Daystrom Laboratories
New Antares, Luna
-----
Cordelia Aabderstaagdt was pacing. Norma knew from experience that it
was not a good sign. She wondered what had caused the present
stumbling block, then mentally kicked herself. It had to be MEL.
Cordelia had been working on the project non-stop for the last 22
months, with pitiful little to show for it.
"I just," Cordelia stopped and switched directions. "I just need to
figure out why MEL is hung up on form-class words. I haven't had any
programming problems with any of the other linguistic areas." She
shook her head and tossed the braid of mousy-brown hair over her
shoulder. "More coffee, I need more coffee." Coffee had been placed
on the "Outlawed Beverages" list of 2099, but that only seemed to make
it more popular, not less available. Making sure it would lock behind
her, she headed out the lab door.
Finally, some peace and quiet, Norma thought. Maybe now I can pull up
the latest progress report, and see just what is keeping Cordelia up
nights. The heavens knew it sure wasn't a man!
Norma tapped in Cordelia's ridiculously complicated password and
started scanning the data displayed on the screen. Hmmm . . .
"No, no, bad kitty!"
Oh oh, Cordelia was back sooner than expected.
Norma gave an exaggerated snort, and hopped down from the computer
table. She settled in a chair that wasn't piled high with printouts
and books, and commenced cleaning her silky white fur.
"I swear, Norma, if I wasn't so attached to you, I wouldn't have
fought crotchety old Dr. Anderson tooth and nail so that you could
stay with me when I'm here in the lab. The one thing guaranteed to
get your butt packed back to mom and dad, and Earth, is your cat hair
to end up in some of this equipment." She went on and on, rambling
about how much the equipment was worth, how hard it was to get the
grant from Daystrom University in the first place, etc. After the
stuff about the grant, Norma quit listening. She'd heard it all
before, plenty of times.
Cordelia sat down in front of the computer, being careful to sit her
coffee far away from her, and started running the trials for what
seemed the billionth time.
An hour later, Norma decided enough was enough. She wanted to spend
some time out of the lab, maybe see the sun again, and not through an
extra-reinforced glass window. She stretched lazily, and as if she
hadn't a care in the world, jumped up in Cordelia's lap. Just as
she'd hoped, her mistress was absorbed in the words and numbers on the
screen and pretty much ignored her.
Norma bided her time, watched the screen carefully, and then seized
the moment.
"Norma!" Cordelia screamed as the lanky Persian jumped on the computer
keypad. "Off, off, off!"
Usually Norma was real good about minding, but this time Cordelia had
to physically pick her up and move her. "What has gotten into you
lately? Are you in season? Is that your problem?"
At least one of us still has a sex drive, Norma wanted to say, but of
course she couldn't. Instead, she turned her nose up in the air and
quickly moved to a far corner of the lab.
Cordelia sat back down at the computer station and prepared to undo
any damage inflicted by the erstwhile cat. She stared in
consternation at the screen, not sure she was seeing what she was
seeing. "Oh my God," she whispered. "I think that's it."
--------------
3 months later
--------------
Cordelia was bustling around the lab unable to keep still. Lance, her
boyfriend and sometime-colleague, was ten minutes late, as usual, and
she wanted to get things on the road.
"Anyone home?" Lance stuck his head inside the lab door and grinned.
"It's about time."
"What? No, 'Oh God, Lance I've missed you so much these last five
months!'?" He stepped into the room and scooped Norma up in his arms.
"Hey, gorgeous, keeping Cordelia in line for me?" He scratched her
behind the ears for a few seconds and then sat her back down.
Norma sighed silently. If Lance was her boyfriend she sure as the
dogpound wouldn't spend months away from him. Handcuffed, flat on his
back is where he belonged, in Norma's opinion.
Lance had the blonde good looks that had been associated with
California surfer boys in the past. And in the past was probably
where he'd rather be. Lance was a retrophiliac -- if it had to do with
the past, he loved it, collected it, lived it. You'd might not ever
guess that he had a doctorate in artificial intelligence from MIT --
he liked old 72-mm movies, owned a 1999 RCA television set (that still
worked) and dabbled in archaeology and paleontology in his spare time.
"I'm sorry, Cory, I just got caught up in a spirited debate with old
Ironsides out in the hall," he apologized. His hundred-watt smile
appeared. "Forgive me?"
Cordelia sighed. She could never stay mad at him for long. "You're
forgiven. Now can I start?"
He leaned back against a table and crossed his legs at the ankles.
"Shoot."
Cordelia took a deep breath. "As you know, I've been working on
something for the private sector -- a sort of artificial intelligence.
But, I'm afraid I haven't told you all of it." She could feel her
face starting to turn red already. "With Daystrom's full knowledge of
course, I've been working on something for 'Feel Good Vibrations'."
That got both Norma and Lance's attention. "The big sex toys
conglomerate?" he asked.
Cordelia nodded. "Yes. I, well, just come look." She led the way
down a short hallway to another door, explaining as they went, "I was
stumped on the linguistic simulation for the longest time. I couldn't
get the form-class words information to take hold." She punched in a
code on the keypad by the door and it slid silently open.
Walking in, Lance could see the room was bare, save for four
pencil-thin cameras situated in the four corners of the room. The
door closed behind them.
"MEL, are you online?" Cordelia asked, speaking into thin air.
"Yes, I am, Cordelia. Would you like me to activate my optical
emitters?"
"Yes, please."
Lance jumped, because without warning, a woman appeared in the room.
Naked. Gorgeous. Perfect. Shimmering blonde hair and lips darker than
the darkest rose. Peach-colored skin to make a Georgia girl green
with envy. Breasts that looked as if they were made for a man's
hands. Lance couldn't have formed a coherent word even if he'd wanted
to.
Cordelia cleared her throat. "Lance, I'd like to meet MEL."
"As in Mel-short-for-Melanie? Or Melissa?" he managed to get out.
"As in short for Morpheme Evaluation Lexicon. But you can call me
Melanie, if you'd like," the woman answered.
"I'll just stick with Mel."
She shrugged.
"Mel is what Feel Good Vibrations and I like to call an ESP --
Enhanced Sex Partner. Whatever you want, she'll do. However you want
her to look, she can do that, too." Cordelia's eyes lighted up, the
pride in her work evident. Norma wondered if Lance noticed it.
"What makes her different from any other virtua sex doll?" Lance
questioned.
"Mel can learn. *Learn*, Lance. She's capable of becoming as close
to an artificial sentient being as has ever been created. Think of
the possibilities, outside of the sex industry."
"So that's why Daystrom Laboratories loaned you out, huh? They get
dibs on the scientific uses of this technology." Lance was beginning
to understand.
"Right. I mean, just think of it -- they could take over the
terraforming on Jupiter, lead strike teams in the next global war, you
name it. If we can combine her brain, her intelligence, with robotics
. . ."
"What about field trials?" Lance was walking around Mel, taking in
every detail with his hawk-sharp eyes.
"Um," Cordelia hedged. "I've tried her out on, um, myself."
Lance stopped and raised his eyebrows. "You, Cordelia? With another
woman?"
She laughed nervously. "Yes."
"I would never have suspected." His gaze turned serious. "Can we try,
you know, her out?" It was his turn to laugh nervously. "It feels
weird to talk about her as if she's not even here."
"I don't mind," Mel said. "I find all this fascinating." Her ruby
lips turned up in a brilliant smile. "I've never seen two humans fuck
before."
Cordelia gasped and turned beet red. "She's been watching a lot of
vid-streams and has picked up slang words. Sorry about that."
"No need to apologize for her," Lance answered. "Her candor is
refreshing."
"You can, you know, try her out, as you said. How would you like her
to look, dress, act? Tell her what you desire in a partner and she'll
be it."
Lance shook his head. "I want her to be you."
"Excuse me?"
Norma thought Cordelia might have an IQ of 184, but she was still
could be a dumb bitch at times.
Lance stepped closer to Cordelia and wrapped his arms around her. "I
said, I want you. I don't care if she can be anyone, or anything, I
want. I'm sure some guys, and women, would find that allure too much
to resist, but I'm not one of them."
"But you just asked if we could try her out?" Cordelia was puzzled
now.
"I do, but I want to be with you, first. Just me and you."
"Look, Lance, you know how I feel about you --"
"I do?" His surprise was genuine. "How can I when you've never told
me. You know I love you, Cory. I've told you numerous times that I
loved you, but you treated me like I was spouting platitudes instead
of words from the heart."
"I thought you were." She was playing with the middle button on his
shirt. "You're such a free-spirit at times, I have a hard time
knowing when you're joking and when you're serious."
"When it comes to loving you, I couldn't be more serious. Why do you
think I haven't pressured you for sex? Because I don't want it?" His
laugh was short and harsh. "I've wanted to make love to you ever since
our second date."
"Oh." Cordelia seemed at a loss for words, something Norma had
*never* seen before. This was getting interesting, the feline
thought.
Lance turned to Mel. "How about the room -- care to give us something
romantic and intimate?"
The blonde smiled. "For my dear Cordelia, anything." She snapped her
fingers, purely for effect, and the room was instantly transformed.
Where a barren, boring room had been earlier, now stood a room to make
the most discriminating shiekh proud.
Luxurious pillows of all shapes and sizes were piled on the floor atop
plush furs. Incense burned in domed pillars and a platter of
sumptuous food sat on a low table next to an array of scented oils.
Even Norma was impressed
"Wow," was all Cordelia could say.
"Norma, you're my second-best-gal, but I'm afraid this is a party for
two." Lance picked up the cat and kissed the top of her head. He
keyed the door open and deposited her on the other side. He could
have sworn if he didn't know better that the cat was actually pouting.
He turned back around to find Mel gone, and Cordelia fidgeting. "She
said that she would see us later."
Lance grinned. "I hope she's not going to wait up, so to speak,
because we've got some catching up to do."
Some of Cordelia's nervousness was ebbing away. "Oh, we do, do we?"
She heard the strains of a stringed instrument float around them, with
a steady, lento beat that had her undulating her hips before she knew
it. Throwing caution to the wind, she started unbuttoning her blouse
as she swayed to the music.
Lance stood, mesmerized, as the love of his life stripped in front of
him. By the time he'd gotten it through his brain what is was she was
doing, she was down to nothing save her long brown hair and a very
nervous smile.
"Cory, I'm going to be blunt," he said, "are you a virgin?"
Her flush spread from her face to her chest. "Not technically. Some
friends paid this guy to sleep with me for my 30th birthday. It was
pretty cold and clinical, though. We both wore condoms and I had a
dental dam, plus we both wore the sterile -- "
"I get the picture," he interrupted. He started taking his clothes
off slowly, letting her eyes take in every part of him. When he was
standing there as naked as she was, he walked toward her and caressed
her cheek. "I promise, you won't have to pay anyone ever again,
because there won't be anyone but me, Cory."
When their lips met it was nirvana, and when he pressed her body flush
with his, she swore she'd found Eden.
Picking her up in his arms, her legs automatically wrapping around his
waist and pressing his hard-on between them, he lowered her gently to
the mound of pillows.
Her hands traced butterfly-wing caresses up and down his arms and
across his chest. "I know I'm not that experienced -- "
"Shhh." Lance silenced her with a tender kiss. "I don't care about
that," Cory. He took one of her hands and placed it flat on his
chest. "Feel that?" When she bit her lip and nodded, he continued.
"That's my heart and it's beating. Blood and oxygen and nothing as
scientific as all that, keeps it beating -- you do, Cory, you do."
She wrapped her other arm around his neck and pulled him down for a
long, passionate kiss. She pushed her hips up against his, exulting
in the feel of his crisp chest hair tickling her hard nipples, and the
evidence of his desire, pulsing against her stomach.
-------
Meanwhile, inside a cloaked starship that was presently orbiting
Earth's moon, Norma waited impatiently for an audience with the
Mission Leader.
"You may go in now," a disembodied voice stated.
Norma walked into the room, her nails tip-tapping on the floor. The
Mission Leader was behind a screen, his silhouette visible in the
stark starship light. Only those of noble or command-level rank were
allowed to look upon the Leader directly. Norma was just a lowly
Watcher.
"You called for me?" she spoke up.
One wall of the room shimmered and an image appeared on it. It was
the virtua room where Norma had last seen Cordelia and Lance.
Norma watched the two on the screen; Lance sucked loudly on one of
Cordelia's nipples, while she rode him like she'd been born in the
saddle. "Is this real time?" Norma asked.
The figure behind the screen sighed. "As usual, you fail to see the
gravity of the situation, Watcher Alpha Seven. You interfered with
the human's project. You know as well as I do that *you* were the one
who solved her linguistics problem, not some strange twist of fate,
when you jumped on the keyboard."
"I was bored, and she'd been working so hard on it, for so long. I
figured a little push in the right direction couldn't hurt."
"It's not your job to think." The censure in his voice was quite
clear. "You're a Watcher; your job is to observe, not help along. It
should have been at least another twenty years before their technology
advanced that far."
"So you're going to undo it?" Norma was disappointed. She knew how
long and hard Cordelia had been working on the ESP project and how
much damage it would do to her career were the data to be "corrupted."
"Luckily for you, no. The Council and I have discussed it, and things
will stand as they are."
"You are most kind, oh wise one," Norma said, bowing as much as she
could in her feline form. She could have chosen to morph back into
her natural state, but she'd gotten used to her long fur and
mind-of-its-own tail.
"Cut the crap, Alpha Seven, I've heard it all before."
Norma shifted her gaze to the couple on the monitor. The entwined
lovers were so involved in each other, the world could have stopped
spinning and Norma didn't think they'd notice.
"You could learn a lot from them, if you'd just pay a bit more
attention to your job, instead of having so much fun," the Mission
Leader said. "When knowledge becomes as wise as the heart, then these
humans will be ready to meet us, and the others beyond the stars."
"And until such time?" Norma questioned.
"Until then, we keep doing what we have been for centuries --
watching. Watching and waiting."
THE END
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