Sci-Fi Sex

Automatic, mechanical ambiance. A city of plastic dolls, run by toy soldiers. Cheap neon sex, lined up along the street. Take your pick, ready your wallet.

A small, tinny voice. “Ready when you are, hon.” Mimicking those old time prostitutes. But, is this what you wanted? The act itself, cold and methodical, done already a hundred times, and then some. “You get what you paid for, hon.” Pick yourself up, shell out the cash and be on your way. Try again some other time. Another day. New street. Haven't I heard this story before?

Sit up now. Cheap cigarette. Inhale her precise puffs, receive no warmth. All for show.

Money is no object anymore. It is true, this day and age, you really can get one hell of a bargain. And maybe you do like it. In fact, you crave it. Every ounce of your body and mind needs it. That blatant disregard. Strictly business. Goodbye, glad we'll never have to see each other again. Emotions weigh you down, a waste of time. No commitments. Shed away the old like an itchy skin.

You do enjoy it this way. No secrets anymore. Wandering and sampling whatever you can. Yes you do so love it this way, because you yourself are cold and methodical.

Reviews

[Raaf]

This is borderline poetry isn't it? Very very well done. I like the crisp sentences written in second person. Strangely effective and difficult to pin point why. I doubt many people could pull off second person quite as well. Although, the short length of this piece probably helps. If it were longer I think second person would get rather tiresome. I hope you consider turning this into the premise of a longer storyline. But if you do, please switch to third person.