HARD WIRED. And I do mean HARD. Baby, your sockets are so hot they're practically throwing off sparks. Will you jack me off? Plug me in, Sim, to the hardware that makes you scream!

Oh yeah, I've heard them all. But at the end of the day, what's a girl to do? Pumped so full of Nanos that I could go all night and get no satisfaction. And then the age old bullshit about darling, how wonderful you were. Ooh yes, I can see how much your implants have made you grow. There's nothing like artificial reality, is there? What? You didn't quite understand? Never mind, it really doesn't matter. Gotta run, another three to see before tomorrow. Call you sometime. Maybe.

You must remember this. A kiss is just a kiss. One fuck and then you fly.... Same scene, same faces. One face. X-ray bright teeth. White lightning hair. Permanent plastic smile.

"Darling, it's been ages...."

Smooch smooch, meaningless chatter. I'm onto auto pilot by now. My mouth cruises away drifting happily in it's well known orbit, while my brain slowly begins to rot. Hang on. Tune back in. A new expression on the plastic face? Surely not. A genuine smile! No, not merely genuine, a rapturous smile.

"Oh, it was wonderful, you simply have to try it."

Passing of a pad. Message transmit.

"Must go, million and one things to do..."

Graceful exit. Graceful as the sculptured comic book curves will allow, anyway. Gravity will out.... Beep. Message. WELCOME TO CYBERSEX SERVICES.....

So here I am. Waiting in reception for the experience that could put so much expensive plastic surgery at risk. For a society that places so much value on the aesthetic, when you can literally be whoever you want to be baby, perfection is the norm, this places is anti. Bare. Stripped of all the socially nice acceptable decoration that would tell you who they are, where they are from, what is their place in this absolute haven we live in (after all, don't we now have everything we ever dreamed of?). Honest. I like that.

I'm a woman of the new millennia, the product of a hundred years of strife. I know what I want. I know how to get it. I am fully enhanced, realistically constructed, Psychologically whole. Sex is as natural to me as breathing. Sexual pleasure is my right. So why this tremor of trepidation as I am strapped into place? Could it be that I feel demeaned in some way? Am I fearing this new form of violation? Cyber Rape. This is MY body, This is My body, and I..... and I...

am so lonely

Perfect sex. No, I want this oblivion. I'm ready. Plug me in to the plastic with the dick like elastic. Phalluses-r-us. Here we go! I want.. I want... I need..... oh.

Every pore in my skin, every chip in my body is humming this new tune. It rises and falls and I am the perfect harmonic. I am spread so far now, and I am moving outwards, spreading further and further. And now I feel it. Pushing in, Pushing IN. Here I am at the centre. What is this? I am the hole, I am the darkness. I am here alone, I cry and no-one can hear me. I see the mirror of their smiles and I want to slash and tear and crack, for I can see my misery reflected in their eyes. Here, within my mind, within my cyberspace, I am alone with the truth of my need. I begin to cry, OH YES! This is what I need, this is what I want. Distantly I sense my body convulse with pleasure, but it is here that I am filled with pure orgasmic joy. For I finally understand how to RELATE.

One machine to another.

So bye-bye boys. So long fella. Don't come back, Jack. MANkind, what do you offer me - Mere physical pleasure? I have no desire to spawn, indeed, my data banks have difficulty even beginning to compute that particular equation. I stare into my screen and a million infinite new lives flash before me, all of them mine, for now we are truly one. What's the matter, dear, all that build up for no satisfactory conclusion?

Ain't life a bitch.

Danielle Lewin