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Testing the Device  [ M/F, scifi, voy? ]

By Tom Bombadil  (c) 1997
Short story # 6


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This is purely a work of fiction, with all characters and actions 
described by me coming straight out of my imagination.  As a work of 
fiction, it does not condone or condemn any of the activities or actions 
described, nor does it relate to any type of real events in my life, or 
known to me in the lives of any of my friends or relatives.

You've been warned.

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The technician gave him a final thumbs-up after testing the radio link 
between Rob's neck plug and the device.  Like most people, that's what 
Rob called it, not liking the way his mouth has to work to say its full 
name.  The guy flipped a few switches to activate  the thing, closed the 
cover, then left.

Rob slowly scanned the room, looking at every detail.  It was large, 
much larger than any normal bedroom, and all the walls were hung with 
black velvet drapes.  The center of the room was occupied by a huge 
circular bed, fully ten feet across, and covered with a thick satin 
comforter.  He was seated at it's 'foot', opposite the large bookcase-
like headboard.  "Impressive," he decided.  "So much attention to 
detail, getting the mood just right."

Ignoring that thought, he scanned the rest of the room.  A large hot tub 
occupied one corner, not too far from the built-in bar.  In the opposite 
corner were some tables, padded for comfort, which could be used for 
massages, among other things.

In a third corner were some standing dividers, blocking off his view of 
the walk-in closets and the bathroom.  The hot tub corner was completely 
glassed, with french doors opening out onto a balcony which gave one a 
magnificent view of downtown, the river, and the ocean beyond.  The city 
lights gave that corner of the room a faint blue-white sheen which 
reflected off the ceiling.  The only other illumination came from a 
half-dozen candelabra, containing three dozen lit red tapers, giving 
everything else in the room a yellow glow.

He knew why he was here, knew what would happen, as did everyone else.  
The script had been read and approved by all.  It had to be, since this 
was a full test of the device, only the second one since approval was 
given to link more than two people into one scene. Even knowing that, he 
was still excited, anticipating what would come.  He watched the far 
wall, looking at where the door was concealed, waiting for her to 
appear.


Doreen pushed open the door and stepped into the velvet-lined room. 
Fighting her nervousness, she closed her eyes for a second and took a 
deep breath.  No, not part of the script, but necessary for her. It was 
allowed.  The script was flexible that way.  Scanning the room, she saw 
everything Rob had, except that she also saw Rob.

Tall, well-built, blonde and sexy, he wore a thick black kimono and 
little else.  He contrasted well with the pale yellow of the satin 
behind him.  Gathering her courage, she stepped into the room.


< Dr. Feldan monitored the thought traces of the five subjects under his 
purview.  He could do little, as others controlled the devices and their 
inputs and outputs, and still others carefully monitored the physical 
and mental reactions of the subjects for the purposes of this test.  His 
responsibility was to the long term mental health and stability of these 
five.  There were at least another two dozen subjects, he knew, but they 
were not his concern.  He watched carefully, noting all the tell-tale 
slips and jolts indicating the state of awareness of each of his five, 
and the level of mental stimulation provided and accepted.

Bored, he began to think of the history of each of them in turn, as he 
checked the individual sets of readouts.  Being the best, he was handed 
the oddballs, the special ones, the cases needing more care and 
attention than the rest.  He accepted this as normal, since this was the 
way it had been throughout his career. >

--

Several thousand miles away, Janet also walked into the velvet-lined 
room, admiring the blond adonis sitting on the big round bed.  She knew 
she was sitting comfortably in a recliner in her livingroom, and if she 
concentrated hard enough, she could feel the coolness of supple leather 
under her bare skin.  The device was somewhere behind her, attended by 
two technicians.  The plug in her neck tickled for a second, then the 
sensation was gone.  Somewhere else, researchers, doctors, 
psychologists, and many others were studying and monitoring the 
physiological and psychoreactive outputs from the sensors attached to 
each of the participants.  All this registered only as the merest 
background thought as her attention returned to the room. She also knew 
the script, but that only enhanced her reaction to the situation.  She 
clenched her thighs, feeling a warm dampness beginning to spread between 
her lips.


In yet another city, Brian watched the lady enter the room.  She looked 
at him for a second, smiled, then walked toward the bar. He admired her 
beauty, this lady of ladies, elegant yet sensual, almost regal in her 
bearing, seemingly untouchable until she turned and let her lips move 
into that slow, seductive smile again.  He knew the script, but he was 
sinking deeper into the holo/dream sequence, becoming less and less 
conscious of anything other than living this unfolding fantasy.


Raymond and Yvonne sat side by side in separate chairs, attended by 
technicians, both wired to the same device.  They were the only couple 
hooked up to a single machine in this dream run.

He watched the lady walking across the room, staring at her beauty, the 
way her chestnut hair glinted and sparkled in the candlelight, the way 
her split gown showed occasional glimpses of her tanned leg and slender 
thigh, and the way it bulged in front, hinting at the hidden treasures 
within.  He was already deep in this fantasy, following along as though 
he were the principal, the device feeding him all the correct actions 
and responses, making him feel he was in charge.

Yvonne was even deeper under the machine's control.  All her actions and 
feelings were now those being fed to her.  She was a little nervous, yet 
still very excited.  Small thrills ran through her every time she 
glanced at the blonde beauty on the bed.  Soon, he would be all hers.  
Soon.  She stopped at the bar and opened the bottle of champagne she 
found half buried under the ice in the sink.  Pouring two glasses, she 
looked at the man on the bed, smiled again, and headed for the hot tub.


Don (or Estevan in his professional life) felt a tickle in his neck, 
then the image of the room faded, returning him to his studio for a few 
seconds.  Behind him, he heard some quiet muttering, interspersed with 
curses.  The view of his studio, with the two active holo cameras in the 
corners, faded again, and he was back in that room.  Getting up from the 
bed, walking easily in that tall, athletic body, he headed towards the 
lady who was waiting for him and holding out a glass in invitation.

--

Rob took the glass being offered to him by Doreen.  Taking a sip, he 
savoured its light, crisp taste and the tickling of all those bubbles 
bursting on his tongue and in his throat.  Shrugging out of his kimono, 
now only dressed in a loose swimsuit, he stepped into the water.  It was 
warmer than he expected, but not uncomfortable, and quite pleasant as he 
slipped in up to his neck.  He looked at Doreen who was looking back at 
him, another of those sensual smiles on her lips.

Doreen watched Rob as he slipped out of his robe and sank into the 
water.  His lightly tanned body was almost godlike in its perfection - 
lond hair, beautiful strong face, broad shoulders, bare, sculpted chest 
and stomach, and long strong legs.  There were only hints of his hips 
and bottom inside his last article of clothing, and hints of something 
else in front, something she knew would be hers before the night was 
over.  The script said so.

Janet, now standing beside the hot tub, took a sip of champagne. The 
taste was strange at first, then quickly took on the more familiar 
crispness she was used to.  She shrugged off her robe, leaving herself 
dressed in a white one-piece swimsuit, the brightness contrasting with 
her deep tan and the darkness of the rest of the room.  She had given up 
on normal consciousness now, allowing the device to feed her everything, 
living a waking dream, just as she was supposed to.  Nothing intruded 
into that world - not the technicians, not the feel of the chair, not 
the slight chill of the draft flowing from the air conditioner, not even 
the pains from her body.  The machine blocked out all those sensations, 
just as it was supposed to.


< The doctor thought first of Janet, the most delicate of them all.  She 
was still physically strong, with well-toned muscles and healthy heart 
and lungs.  The illness was taking over though, and would eventually 
reduce her body to a helpless shell.  Hers was the most delicate and 
fragile mind, constantly near the edge of a breakdown.  She was too 
young for that to happen to her, but it had.  Knowing that the sick 
bastard who deliberately gave it to her was dead now, the state giving 
him a lethal injection, did little to help.  He wished they could find 
the ones who had forged that medical certificate for him, the one 
stating that he had received the complete immunity package.

If these tests are successful, for both her and the device, she would 
receive a two-person unit.  This would allow her to finally enjoy the 
company of her husband, the husband she dared not touch because of the 
slight chance she could pass it on to him.  In the dreamworld, there is 
never any risk because there is never any physical contact.  He is 
scheduled to be included in the next test of the device. >

Brian watched the lady step into the water beside him, sinking quickly 
to her waist.  She played with some controls for a second, and jets of 
bubbling water began churning the water in the tub. Those jets were 
warm, and the bubbles caressed his skin, sometimes tickling, sometimes 
caressing.  He liked the look of her well-shaped and obviously firm 
breasts, covered only slightly by the daring garment she wore.  Her 
nipples stood out a little, creating small bumps in the thin fabric of 
the suit.  His mind ran back to the script for a second, and he came 
back from full immersion in this fantasy, once again realizing that this 
body he was feeling was someone else's, either now or sometime in the 
past.  He'd been through two recording sessions himself, and had 
replayed one of his own in a regular single-person test.  It had been 
the weirdest experience of his life, reliving something he'd already 
done, feeling it for the first time, yet also being able to recall
memories of what it had been like.  The device began soothing those 
extraneous thoughts and feelings, relaxing him again, allowing him to 
slip back into the fantasy.

< Next, the doctor thought of Brian.  He was older, definitely the 
oldest of his subjects at fifty six.  Independantly wealthy, decent 
looking, and a pleasant gentleman, he was painfully shy and retiring, 
unhappily living out his life alone.  Perhaps it was the pain of burying 
two wives that had done this to him, but he no longer enjoyed the 
company of family or friends.  He hoped that by living inside other 
people, sharing their thoughts and emotions, Brian could overcome the 
mental blocks that had grown over the years and rejoin the land of the 
living. >

Raymond relaxed into the water, letting the jets and bubbles caress him, 
sighing contentedly.  Closing his eyes for a moment, he simply enjoyed 
the warmth soaking into his body.

Yvonne, sitting beside Raymond in real life as well, reached out with 
her toe to stroke the calf of the man resting in the water beside her.  
The touch was exciting, another small thrill tingling a little 
throughout her body.  She could feel herself getting a bit wetter 
inside.  He opened his eyes and looked at her, slowly letting a warm and 
tender smile emerge.  She could see the building lust in his expression, 
yet knew there would be no rush.  They both wanted this to be slow and 
gentle.  She smiled back, letting a little of her excitement show in her 
eyes.

< Raymond and Yvonne were another special case.  Husband and wife, both 
were in love, and both were tender, compassionate, and, well, randy.  
Their jobs forced them both to travel a great deal, so they spent up to 
six months of the year separated, sometimes up to two months at a 
stretch.  Doing so was very hard on these two, as their libidinous 
natures craved physical contact on a very frequent basis.  Remaining 
faithful to each other was a mental and physical strain on both them and 
their marriage.  If they both tested out well with the device, each 
would receive a portable unit.  They could then be together in the 
dreamworld as often as they wished. By all accounts he'd heard so far, 
it would be as good as being together in the flesh.  They were assigned 
to him because they would be the only husband and wife team to use 
portable units. >

Don could feel the woman's toe touching him, running up and down his 
lower leg, the intimate caress exciting him a little more.  The smile 
she returned, both seductive and excited, hinted that more would follow.  
The feel of the water disappeared for a second, replaced by that of the 
chair he was lying in.  Just as suddenly he was back in the water.  He 
silently cursed about having been forced back to reality.  Trying to 
lose himself again, he cleared all thoughts from his mind, the device 
aiding him, letting him recapture the dream.

< Don was another special case.  There was no medical, psychological, or 
sociological reason for him to need the device. He had applied to become 
and been accepted as a test subject for other reasons.  The corporation 
definitely wanted his good will, and was willing to go to the expense of 
including him in the tests as long as he signed all the waivers.  His 
influence as a poet and painter of international renown could greatly 
enhance their likelihood of being accepted by governments and 
organizations around the world should he come out of this with a 
favourable experience. >

--

Doreen relaxed deeper into the water, letting it cover her up to her 
neck, then tilted her head back and floated with nothing but her face 
and the tips of her breasts showing above the waterline.  One hand on 
the seat below and one on Rob's thigh held her in position.  When she 
felt his hands cup her head, she relaxed her arms, depending on him to 
keep her afloat.

Rob held her head in his hands for a moment, feeling her let go, seeing 
her eyes close, knowing the trust she had in him.  Drawing her closer, 
he touched his lips to her forehead, her eyes, her cheeks, and then her 
lips - touching, but not truly kissing, simply caressing her skin and 
her lips with his.  He drew her closer yet, until her head was resting 
against his shoulder.

Janet could feel those lips touching her face and her mouth.  She parted 
her lips slightly, breathing deeply, trusting him with her body.  She 
felt him move one hand under her neck to hold her, and then his other 
hand caressed her body, from her shoulder, down her arm, over her hip 
and down her leg to her knee.  It then moved up the inside of her leg, 
lightly touching her skin, up to near her mound, then switched to the 
other leg and trailed down to her other knee.  Following a mirror-image 
path, it returned to her shoulder and began to lightly caress and stroke 
her face.

All these touches created tiny sparkles of excitement inside her, slowly 
increasing her passion and desire.

Brian was enjoying the feel of this lady, sensing the trust and faith 
she had in her partner.  On one level of his mind, he knew he was 
feeling the physical sensations and emotions of another person, yet on 
another level, he accepted the fact of her trust as something both 
earned and given freely.  Touching her body was a thrill and he was 
becoming aroused even without being fully immersed in the holodream.

Raymond leaned forward and kissed the lady, caressing her throat with 
his hand.  She tasted sweet, and her lips were soft.  His tongue tasted 
a lingering hint of champagne in her mouth.  She responded to his kiss 
with a soft sigh and a caress of his lips with her tongue.  She was cool 
and sweet and delicious, and he wanted more of her.

Yvonne began to tease his lips and tongue with her own.  She could still 
taste champagne, but didn't know if it was from him or her. Floating 
there, relaxing in the heated and bubbling water, she felt completely at 
ease, having no fears while being held by this man. His lips were 
sensual and warm, and his tongue daring.  The hand which had been 
caressing her throat now included her upper chest and shoulders in their 
wanderings, adding his touches to that of the water.  She shivered in 
anticipation.

Don watched the scene from his split personality, fighting against the 
machine's control for a while, enjoying his first real taste of living 
in another's body while still being himself.  Eventually, he thought, 
either he would be pushed out or pulled completely in by the device.  At 
that moment, he was a presence watching the dream unfold in his mind.

--

Rob/Raymond continued to caress the woman, kissing and teasing her with 
his lips, occasionally leaning back to admire her beauty.  And she was 
beautiful.  Her long dark brown hair floated and twisted around her 
head, pushed this way and than by the random flows of water and bubbles, 
looking almost reddish in the subdued yellow light.  A lighter tan 
shaded her skin, flawless and clear, with pink lips, a slight flush on 
her high cheekbones, and the memory of two glittering dark brown eyes 
set wide in her oval face.  Once again he kissed her, unable to keep 
from touching this beauty for more than a few seconds.

Doreen/Janet/Yvonne savoured the taste and feel of that kiss, returning 
it with the growing desire she felt developing inside. Not yet a need, 
it was still building, yet it was still affecting her emotions and 
reactions.  Her breasts felt like they were swelling slightly, and she 
could feel the tension in her nipples, erect both from her arousal and 
by the slight flutterings of coolness as the fabric wetted then steamed 
in the cooler air.  The heated water was helping to warm and soften her 
lower lips, with her own moisture spreading all around the inside of her 
labia.


His hands wandered over her sides and stomach, slowly drifting down to 
the juncture of those perfectly formed legs.  For a time, he was content 
merely to fondle and kiss the woman of his dreams. Kisses of love, and 
of lust, tender, not yet hard and passionate, were bestowed and 
received.  The curves of her body, the taste of her lips and tongue, the 
velvet feel of skin contrasting with the slickness of her suit, all 
served to excite him further.

The touch of his hands, the kisses he gave, sent electric thrills 
through her body.  A feeling of heat and passion ran through her for a 
few seconds, then slowly faded back into warmth and tenderness as his 
caresses continued without change.  Her body was responding to her 
thoughts and feelings - one part getting wetter, two others swelling and 
straining against the constricting material.  She waited, almost 
impatient with his slow seduction.

Before his hand wandered too far down, he reversed its direction, moving 
to instead run his fingertips over and around her breasts. He could feel 
her beginning to squirm as his light touching continued.  When she 
seemed almost ready to break their kiss, he slid down the straps of her 
suit, first the left, then the right. With a gentle motion, he ran his 
hand down her chest, pushing down her top, and ended the motion by 
cupping the bottom of her breast.

She felt her nipples stiffen as they were exposed to the cool air. 
Tingles ran from them, light and ephemeral, yet very much real, and 
definitely noticed.  He broke their kiss, and she began breathing a 
little heavier.  A jolt of sensation caused her to gasp, as his tongue 
and lips began toying with one nipple.  A deep breath and a slight moan 
later, he moved to the other one.

Don jerked back to himself with a jolt.  The sight of his cameras, with 
their unblinking little red indicator lights, was not what he wanted to 
see.  The residual taste of that second nipple in his mouth, the memory 
of its texture and coolness, the heat from just below making itself 
known, was what he wanted.  The touch of her naked flesh, her beauty, 
her willingness, her trust and faith, was what he wanted.  Not the 
austere lines of his studio.  For several minutes, all he heard were the 
muffled noises of the technicians working frantically somewhere behind 
him, out of his sight.  Just as suddenly, he was back.

Her kiss was becoming more passionate, more demanding.  He could feel 
her getting hotter, as his own libido began to take over. Everything he 
touched felt smooth, satiny, and so soft and warm. With one hand he was 
holding and squeezing her bottom, one cheek at a time, and with the 
other he squeezed and toyed with a breast. She felt good, felt right, 
like a woman who wanted him just as much as he was starting to want her.  
Even in the swirling water, the heat from her groin was making itself 
felt.  He broke the kiss to gasp as he felt the brushing of her groin on 
his member, right through his suit.

A little playfully, she began to rub her crotch against the bulge in his 
shorts.  With her arms around his chest and her legs bent and spread on 
either side of him, she was wide open and ready for anything.  She felt 
a twitch, and smiled through her kiss.  Moving her bottom around slowly, 
she rubbed him with her lower lips, her mound, her thighs and her bottom 
cheeks.  There was a hardness developing that felt good against her 
intimate parts.  Resuming their kiss, she once again ran her hands up 
and down his body. The feel of his muscles, rippling and moving beneath 
her fingers as his torso twisted and turned, excited her as much as the 
touching lower down did.  He felt good to her, and she knew he would 
feel much better soon.

His mouth slipped off hers, running a trail of kisses and licks along 
her jaw and down to her neck.  He began teasing and ticklingall the 
sensitive spots he remembered.  There were quite a few, and she was soon 
squirming and wiggling in his lap.  That excited him even more.  With 
both hands, he grabbed her bottom and pulled her into him in a slow, 
pulsing rhythm.  The tiny whimpers and moans that accompanied her heavy 
breathing let him know she was enjoying his attentions.

Using both hands, she grabbed the waistband of his suit and kicked out 
of his grasp.  The suddenness of her move, coupled with his lack of firm 
anchorage, moved them both into the center well and over their heads.  
She surfaced on the far side from where they'd been, and he spluttered 
his way back into the air in his original position.  She slowly smiled, 
then raised her hand and waived her spoils back and forth a few times 
before throwing his trunks over her shoulder.

With a grin of anticipation, he slowly moved across and into her waiting 
arms.  Sliding in between her thighs, he kissed her again. He was hard 
and ready, and she was wet and more than willing. Their tongues duelled, 
passion overweighing the previous delicacy and gentleness.  With a 
decidedly hungry feeling, he pulled himself closer, wanting to 
experience her heat on his cock.  He could feel the soft, curly hairs of 
her mound, and the sensation on his glans almost drove him crazy.

She broke their kiss, pushed him away, and laughed.  Looking into his 
eyes with a playful smile, she pointed towards the bed with her chin.  
She saw understanding, and a hint of a grin, come to his face.  With a 
knowing wink and a slight leer, she climbed out first. The walk, 
practiced for years, was her weapon of choice for making him loose 
control.  It was slow, swaying, only slightly exaggerated, and had been 
effective many times before.  She knew what was happening behind her 
without needing to look.  The bed was large, so she crawled up into the 
center, turned onto her back, spread her legs, and watched between her 
breasts and over her mound as he approached.

A longish, rather hard part of his anatomy led the way.  He climbed up, 
arranging himself over her body, attaching his mouth to her lips, and 
began rubbing his crotch on hers.  They were both still wet, and the air 
felt cool.  Her skin felt hot where it touched his, and the contrast 
almost made it feel like a burn.  A hand, hers, he assumed, snaked down 
between their bodies, and he gasped when she grabbed him.  Their kiss 
broken, he raised himself up a little, and they both watched as she 
rubbed him up and down inside her crack, then positioned the tip at her 
entrance.  Wet, hot, and tight - those were the sensations he received 
as he slowly sank full length inside.  It was a glorious, tingly, and 
exciting moment.

The feel of him inside, slowly moving deeper, creating fullness and 
friction, brought on a low moan, a fluttering sensation in her stomach, 
an involuntary arching of back and legs, and a further need.  With both 
hands, she brought his head down to hers and attacked him with fierce 
abandon, using lips and tongue.  She could feel one of his hands running 
all over her torso and upper legs, randomly stroking and kneading 
different body parts, raising the level of her passion.  Several times 
his fingers touched and pinched her nipples, sending further little 
jolts of sensation down into her groin.  The rhythm of her mouth suction 
quickly changed to match that of his pumping.  Her hands, at first, 
wandered all over his back and sides, but soon her need took over.  
Grabbing one buttock in each hand, she pulled him into her body with 
greater need and speed.

Increasing his pace and the force of his thrusts to match her demands, 
he began to heat up quickly.  The tickling, itching sensation on his 
cockhead and in his crotch was growing, becoming something insistent and 
demanding, something almost unstoppable. Soon, almost before he realized 
what was happening, he was ready.

She felt the harder, faster pace, the swelling, the increased pressure 
and friction, all translated as an increase in pleasure. Her tight knot 
was growing, swelling to encompass all her groin, then all her insides, 
then all of her.  Then there was nothing but the intense sensation of 
completion flooding through everything. Breathing stopped, muscles 
locked and tightened, and the feel of his pounding deep inside kept her 
right at that peak for several fabulously long seconds.  Her head 
finally jerked back away from his mouth to suck in some much needed air.

He saw, felt, and heard her climax.  The increased stimulation from her 
clenching insides almost sent him over.  With an effort of will, he held 
off for another few wonderful moments.  The quivering he felt both 
inside and below abated slightly.  Her grip on his buns tightened and he 
knew she was back among the living when her hands began pulling 
frantically.  He kept up his pace, but lowered his body until they were 
touching all over.  He slid his hands under her arms and around her 
shoulders, giving him a little surer grip, a better foundation for his 
rutting.

Her head rocking slowly from side to side, revelling in the joy of a 
good, hard pounding, she relaxed completely, giving herself over to 
receiving all the pleasure she could.  Only her hips, moving up and down 
on their own, seemingly independant from any sort of conscious command, 
stayed active.  A new, fast-building wave approached.

There would soon be a total loss of control, he knew, and he was holding 
off that moment as long as possible.  Drawing up his knees, he used them 
to push her thighs up and out, opening her up even more to his hard 
driving crotch.

She could feel him nearing the edge as well.  Reaching down, she grabbed 
her knees and pulled her legs back.  The change in position gave him, 
and her, a better angle inside.  That increase in pleasurable sensation 
brought her closer, faster.  The buzz inside became insistent.  Her hips 
matched the speed and ferocity of her lover.

A very short time later he saw, and felt, her peak again.  The clutching 
and grabbing by her vaginal muscles lost him his control. With a gut-
wrenching series of short, intense thrusts, he began spurting deep 
inside.  Her whines and squeaks matched his gutteral groans of pleasure.  
Still moving in and out, now much more lubricated, he slowed to a 
leisurely pace as the last of his seed oozed out.

With a contented sigh, she released her knees, letting her legs fall to 
either side.  Her arms touched, then stroked, his shoulders and upper 
arms.  Passion spent, need satiated for a time, she rested, recovering 
both strength and breath.  His body, lying on top of her, felt nice and 
warm and comforting.  She kissed him lightly on the cheek.

For several minutes, he lacked the strength, and the will, to move.  The 
delicious after-effects of such a powerful climax were still rolling 
around his body, leaving every joint and muscle tingling.  When he 
recovered his breath, and she recovered hers, he rolled to one side and 
pulled her to him.

They lay like that for a time, basking in the afterglow, occasionally 
kissing and caressing one another, enjoying each other's bodies and 
selves.

He felt her break contact, then watched as she moved off the bed. With 
that same wiggle he'd seen earlier, and a slight smile thrown in his 
direction, she walked to, then stepped into, the hot tub.  Watching 
until she was completely still and seemingly lifeless, he got up as 
well.  Retrieving their glasses, he refilled them with fresh, cold 
bubbly.  He returned hers just before he climbed in beside her.

She felt his presence, saw his satisfied smile, and basked in the warmth 
of the love they shared.  Sighing contentedly, she moved into the crook 
of his arm, moved hers around his waist, and leaned back.  She stared 
out at the city, the sea, and the stars as she sipped her champagne.

--

Janet sighed with remembered pleasure as she felt control return. Back 
in her own body, once again feeling the little pains and ever-present 
aches that would only grow worse over the months and short years left, 
she waited for normalcy to return.  The various electronic noises and 
human buzz from behind let her know the ever-present technicians were 
doing their job.  The visor was clear, giving her a dimly-lit view of 
her own apartment.  Beneath her, the leather of the chair was now damp 
and clammy, rather than cool and delicious.  A very wet, cold sensation 
between her legs reminded her that her own body had reacted in a very 
real way to what was going on in her mind.  She hoped that the monitors, 
and the doctors, would be happy with her results.  If she could be with 
her husband in the holoworld like she'd just been with whomever that 
other person was, she'd be very happy.

Brian groaned.  The headache that had developed part way into the 
session was there in force.  His vision had returned to normal, his body 
was fine, but he was suffering from a full-blown migrane. Since there 
was absolutely nothing he could do until the enforced waiting period was 
over, he just lay there doing nothing.  Someone else, a technician he 
assumed from behind closed eyes, wiped up the mess he'd made during the 
peak of the encounter.  That was something he hadn't counted on, not 
believing the doctor when he'd been told how vivid things would seem.  
He'd been there, he'd experienced the event as though it were real.  His 
memory, and the physical evidence just being cleaned up, told him it was 
real.  He considered the experience worth the pain in his head, but just 
barely.  One thing he knew was the fact that he didn't want to do it 
again, not if he would be getting headaches of that intensity every 
time.  Not even rejoining the land of the living was worth the price.  
He'd find another way.

Raymond relaxed deeper into the chair, despite the chill damp it now 
exuded.  Still feeling the effects of his orgasm, he opened his eyes 
after the technician removed his helmet and looked over at his wife.  
She looked radiant, beautiful, and desirable, and she also carried that 
just-satisfied glow he knew so well.

Yvonne smiled a rather slow, self-indulgent smile, watching her husband 
watching her, and reached out her hand.  The touch of him, in the flesh, 
she found no different than the touch of the man in the holoworld.  The 
warmth was the same, the heat, the tiny thrill, all identical to what 
she remembered from such a short time ago. For her, the only difference, 
what made it wonderful rather than ordinary, was that it was her 
husband, the man she loved.  The glow in his eyes, the crinkles around 
his lips, and the small kiss he threw her way, were all part and parcel 
of what he was.  She smiled again.

Don sat unmoving, speaking quietly to record his experience, waiting for 
the technicians to finish and the enforced rest period to end.  He let 
nothing disturb his train of thought, the outpouring of his emotions and 
impressions, and the odd way he'd managed to remain himself and 'watch' 
part of the scene happening.  With a small part of his mind he 
acknowledged that he'd thoroughly enjoyed the experience and would 
absolutely love to do it again, preferably soon, and preferably with the 
same woman.  His cameras faithfully recorded everything.


The technicians in the velvet room finished their jobs quickly, shutting 
down the device, removing the hard copy recordings, and packing up and 
leaving with little fuss.  Soon all was quiet.


< Dr. Feldan checked the readouts one final time.  The only truly 
troublesome signals that he had noticed were from Brian.  The man was 
not adapting very well to the device.  If he didn't see any hints of 
promise in the detailed analysis of the recordings, he would have to 
recommend dropping Brian from the program.  That was personally 
upsetting, as the man was both intelligent and articulate.  Sending 
Brian down a road leading to mental instability was, however, not an 
option.  He consoled himself with the thought that the others were all 
doing fine, despite some strange signals from Don.

He picked up his personal tape machine to record some ideas he had.

"Idle ramblings about the device, mostly recorded elsewhere, but 
possibly with other connotations.

Device, if controlled properly, could be a fantastic teaching machine.  
Useful for things like medical operations, difficult situations, and 
one-off tasks.  No need for cadavers or putting oneself in danger while 
in training, as the experience is 'real', and is learned as such.

Also may be used as prime entertainment.  Roller coasters, jet planes, 
even space flights, are most likely targets, followed by sporting 
situations.  Sexual events, as just tested, are inevitable and 
potentially dangerous.  If improperly controlled, holo centres could 
become worse than the opium dens of past centuries, and even more 
addicting.  I can imagine a five minute repeating loop of a fantastic 
climax becoming irresistable, keeping the subject enthralled until 
physical exhaustion renders him, or her, unconscious.

The price of medical implants and hardware will keep things out of the 
hands of all but the richest, for a time, but some day, retail-type 
centres, similar to video arcades, will undoubtably appear.

Check for delta-wave irregularities in Brian's output.  There may be a 
link between this and his inability to link fully with the device.  If a 
causal relationship can be found, an embedded inducer may provide a 
solution.  Follow up with Dr. Mycroft and his team.

Ask Dr. Stearns about his work on subcutaneous connections.  If ready, 
they will eliminate some of the apprehension felt by the subjects.  
Nobody likes a plug sticking out of their neck.

Also see if Dr. Seldon has any insight yet on why cross-gender 
connections fail so totally and consistently.  There must be something 
very basic and fundamental we're all overlooking. I wonder if Steve will 
ever get over his shock.  The one 'breakthrough' he had, the one woman 
volunteer who was able to handle male input, turned out to be a 
surgically altered 'he'. Wouldn't have missed the look on Steve's face 
when he found out for anything.

Research thought - can the device be used to record the feelings and 
emotions of an artist at work?  If so, can the playback produce similar 
feelings, and similar creativity, in the recipient?  There may be a 
paper or two in this question.

End of ramblings."

After finishing his paperwork, he packed up and left for home. >


After a very necessary rest period, Doreen slipped a little deeper into 
the water, snuggling up to Rob.  He turned to her, kissing her deeply.  
It was late Friday night and they had the use of the room, and free room 
service, for the rest of the weekend.  In celebration of a successful 
performance, they planned on making good use of the corporation's 
generosity.  Both knew that they'd followed the script closely enough 
that the small mistakes they had made didn't matter. Doreen grinned, 
then gasped slightly as her husband pinched her left nipple.  Seeing his 
wink and slight kissing motion, she knew what he had in mind.  He was 
thinking of their next performance.

She smiled back, lips parting a little to let the tip of her tongue 
slide out, lick her lips slightly, then disappear.  They both knew how 
the next script went.  She also knew what he'd say if he were in a 
speaking mood.

Practice makes perfect.


<Fin>

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