I
am relaxing in my living area, when Brian buts into my thoughts.
“You know that air boarder, Miss Wizz.” It is obviously a rhetorical question so I blank him because he will go on regardless.
“Is she going to be a fixture around here.”
“Why?”
“No reason.”
Now he has my attention.
“She is very pretty.”
“I don't sleep with ugly women.” If they exist. Cosmetic adjustments are made at birth here on Mars. No doubt on some far away pioneer planet there may be an ugly woman, but a bearded prospector will be glad of her company.
“No Sir, I was just curious if you had a list. A preference list so to speak.”
“Is there a serious point to this, or are you winding me up for some reason?”
“You see when I have a body, I will be able to make love, and want to know how to choose between them all.”
“You mean you want to sleep with one of my women?” He ignores me as he is on a roll.
“My body will be out of the top drawer, as will my facial features, so I will have to pick one from all of the women who find me irresistible.”
'Ah I see.” I could let him down lightly, but fuck it.
“Well you will never have to make that choice as you will never have a body, now leave me in peace.”
************
My momentary life of peace and tranquility is too good to last. Sitting across from me is Veronica, legs crossed at the knee her right foot gently moving up and down. Standing to next to her is Doil in full official bull tec's clothing. Hat, mack and all. They are interrogating me on my switch of allegiance, forgetting that they had sacked me.
Once in the IGBI, one is forever in the IGBI, apparently. Because I was let go it is no excuse to join another organisation, apparently. I am a member for life, apparently. So what now?
Well the Universe is still going to go 'pop'. And I am in the frame to stop it. I am the appointed saviour. No pressure. Just that every cat, dog, woman, man, Alusian bog beetle, et al, is reliant on me to save them. It is a hell of a weight, just 'cos I can be Fats Waller. I think you can guess what comes next.
“You know that air boarder, Miss Wizz.” It is obviously a rhetorical question so I blank him because he will go on regardless.
“Is she going to be a fixture around here.”
“Why?”
“No reason.”
Now he has my attention.
“She is very pretty.”
“I don't sleep with ugly women.” If they exist. Cosmetic adjustments are made at birth here on Mars. No doubt on some far away pioneer planet there may be an ugly woman, but a bearded prospector will be glad of her company.
“No Sir, I was just curious if you had a list. A preference list so to speak.”
“Is there a serious point to this, or are you winding me up for some reason?”
“You see when I have a body, I will be able to make love, and want to know how to choose between them all.”
“You mean you want to sleep with one of my women?” He ignores me as he is on a roll.
“My body will be out of the top drawer, as will my facial features, so I will have to pick one from all of the women who find me irresistible.”
'Ah I see.” I could let him down lightly, but fuck it.
“Well you will never have to make that choice as you will never have a body, now leave me in peace.”
************
My momentary life of peace and tranquility is too good to last. Sitting across from me is Veronica, legs crossed at the knee her right foot gently moving up and down. Standing to next to her is Doil in full official bull tec's clothing. Hat, mack and all. They are interrogating me on my switch of allegiance, forgetting that they had sacked me.
Once in the IGBI, one is forever in the IGBI, apparently. Because I was let go it is no excuse to join another organisation, apparently. I am a member for life, apparently. So what now?
Well the Universe is still going to go 'pop'. And I am in the frame to stop it. I am the appointed saviour. No pressure. Just that every cat, dog, woman, man, Alusian bog beetle, et al, is reliant on me to save them. It is a hell of a weight, just 'cos I can be Fats Waller. I think you can guess what comes next.
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