Family is the base of the society... Whose family?
Mine is not to blame for anything.
Miguelito
The pressure increases. Little by little my fingers feel more like sausages; they are thick ties around my beloved's neck, she with that perfect silhouette of long hands buries her knife again and again, the pain rises in burning waves. It's exciting. Finally her throat sinks and with a crunch I put an end to her movements, my interface has reduced the pain threshold, only then can I keep my eyes on her wild eyes while the viscera escape from my body. It's a shame not to be able to see her hair, since I remember I can only see our helmet, anyway; I turn around and try to reach for my guaranteed purity tequila, only three bottles a year are produced but it's worth the expense, it's not every day we celebrate our 200th mutual anniversary.
The multipurpose assistant removes the neural contacts, again I feel stasis (the amber liquid distorts everything around me), for a time this allows me to avoid seeing myself and what is really there, my withered body, supported by this nutrient liquid, rotting at a speed just a little slower than normal, I still don't need to change my intestines, the screen shows everything in green... it's just been a year since I changed my liver and my alveoli, in a slow filling and emptying of this Nutrient and oxygenated liquid keeps my breathing fast, if weak. My upper limbs rise with the help of the supports that increase the timid movement of atrophied muscles and turn it into an insecure palpation of my fingers, where more than twelve stab wounds should be.
A notice from the northern facilities makes me stop looking for wounds where there is nothing but flaccid flesh, the skins are yet to be born, I just have to do routine checks, I have to do it, no one inside this resort (the only one is my personal security guard) knows that there are more human beings here than CEOs.
With the theft of technology by the mafia and all the horrors that were experienced in the country, when the gangsters fell I was able to recover some of their botched versions of the human filters, thanks to which I was able to use a fairly primitive technique, like the one in the past it was used for recombinant mice… in people.
The viral vectors that would replace the original gene of the surviving residents would result in the waterskins that would keep this population healthy. Proof of this is the large increase in births and villages starting from some starving specimens... that is the only reason I need the women who the merchants bring me… the embryos they can produce, or rather, those are the ones I inject with the viral vectors and... Bam!
In less than 24 weeks I have small bags that are fed in the cisterns prepared for them, despite choosing only women who are no longer in good survival conditions (over 33 years old), it represents a real ethical problem to see the faces they put on the birth what they never thought of giving birth.
As soon as I was able to get another one of my bodies online, I used it to speak to my beloved. It is incredible how much these experimental death sessions excite her, for obvious reasons she leaves her empathic sensor at dangerously high levels, so I see her and even with a new body I can easily notice her more sunken eyes, the look of someone who sees the death... even if I do it just for fun, I believe that one day the safety will be released and she will be dead, that's why I do it, that's why I've killed her so many times, that's why it's so satisfying.
It started as a rather silly game: we had everything, but we couldn't make use of anything, scientists' estimates gave us an intermittent lifespan of more than 400 years, but increasingly weaker, any possibility of changing our thoughts to another body was gone. becoming extinct, the oldest ones began to look for ways to survive, so two hundred years ago we achieved autonomy; We lived with the happiness of a fetus, everything that failed (stomach, heart, eyes) was ready, grown from our cells, specially designed to last, but we were vegetating, our muscles did not adhere to the bones, we stupidly replaced them with material synthetic... but the tendon cells did not respond to the treatment, we had no strength, being literally immortal but confined to a nutritious liquid and oxygenated. We were the fly in the amber.
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Finally, from a branch of the company the solution emerged, the interface implants that we used in wars to give precise instructions to people could be the interpreter of our wishes, metal bodies were built but they lacked sensitivity, the bodies of meat were easier, they had no conscience, they only possessed the ability to store primary impulses, a perfect team... except for the empathy factor.
The first generations of these new vehicles were a success, people bought them and adjusted them to their needs, soon beautiful bodies circulated around the factory city, to the limits of the reception, everyone consumed long-desired products: caviar, champagne , various types of pâté... we all lived and did not live, we consumed and began to plan the old wars... and there we remember. The first was an insignificant overseer of two or three miserable estates; He had longed to ascend and his opportunity seemed to present itself when I was upgrading my vehicle. The poor guy tried to force his way into my soul (where my true body is) but when he touched the door, a pike fell and broke his shoulder cleanly, almost separating it. from his body, in the past a fast-acting drug was activated while the alert attracted the medbots, which would isolate the pain by repairing the damage, the first was achieved even so the body continued to convulse and stopped; when authorities arrived at his cubicle, they found him dead. It took him many months to discover that painkillers influenced the neurons and nerves, but the interface transmitted the pain in its entirety to the user, who, accustomed to being subjected to the vitamin and narcotic cocktail, could not bear the direct pain on his brain.
Many thought that this was something insurmountable, but my research branch, thanks to which I am one of the few who still have some power here, decided that it was possible to reduce the level of emotions transmitted, in the end we established some ACLs (lists of access) and we were able to reduce mortality through empathy to 99% and my fiancee is one of that statistic, between each orgy, for each selfish and banal act, all of us here get bored.
Machines keep us alive; produced by our bodies, we only need experiments and with my prestige I created the merchant corps, they were not necessary and would not be for a long time, but it was important to start collecting. I have to plan how to get ahead.
The buzzing brings me out of my reverie; It is the entrance to my office; I wear my combat suit, muscles reinforced with myometers; I'm the only one who has this model, if I put it on the market it's sure to be popular but it won't be long before using these skills they destroy something truly important just out of boredom and we can't afford that luxury. So everyone else, no matter how strong or skilled they were, cannot break the durasteel walls. At the door is my fiancée, a marriage between families that does not suit any of them, she as a compromise can acquire my technologies for her family at reasonable prices and I, in my role, can sell at the price I want without the other families seek reprisals out of fear of a family with military power, like hers; However, neither of us are interested in anything related to a union... as soon as it was formalized, I would have to give up my rights over the manufacturing and the law stipulates that it be given a weapons treatment and no one wants the best toys to be sold. remove them to wage war against an enemy that no longer exists.
He comes in and allows me to admire his design; It is similar to the model I just eliminated but this one has eyes of the same tone as the original, a calm blue that is nothing like the lascivious greens used in most of his suits. She comes to talk, she is telling me her doubts, more about how to make the pain more intense without causing death, I say what I think is the limit, she looks at me suspiciously; She knows that I also died in this game that we have been playing for more than fifty years, we get bored of sex very quickly; We use fetishes, variations, everything there is and there is, but only we can use these bodies to die, the contract of others requires that if anyone attempts suicide or kills without consensus, they will lose the use of their vehicle for a week, locked in the preservation vat is like being buried alive... no one committed it more than once, but she asked to die, proudly showing her holograms of all the expressions she had at the moment she stopped breathing, a high-precision camera, a useless gesture , because he doesn't show it with anyone else; We review the requests from various organizations that ask for an increase in gory-parties, but I deny it, it is long to create bodies to eliminate them while they enjoy "death sex", but the real reason is that if there were many parties of that type they would get bored and it would be a real problem, I would no longer have anything to entertain these boring aging fetuses... we see a couple of projects that will be rejected by the heads of our families, the most interesting is to extend the range of vehicles. It sounds easy to emulate the signal from the main server by amplifying it as many times as necessary, but the reason for discarding it is the security of our technology; is that it can be copied by pirates... so far from our time and they still live dominating.
Today she talks about something else, apparently some of her guardians and a salesman of no great importance died when they were attacked by a would-be merchant. I know that it is difficult to surprise a seller, more because of his basic protections and his humanoid defenses, so I think it is worth investigating; I ask you to send a bot to check the existence of the vitamins that this merchant had in his possession, my future projects should not be stopped, she kisses me and bites the reinforced lips of my vehicle, which is not equipped for intimate tasks. .. her gums are bleeding but she smiles completely satisfied by the pain that her body transmits... it is her way of telling me that she is still alive.