Sausage Fest

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Introduction.

This will be my only response to the humanitarian award for restoring the population. With all due respect to the Global Commission on Preserving the Human Genome, they don't speak for the depopulation agenda. The GCPHG can't pin this baby boom on me. I won't accept this award. Even after fifty years, people are still trying to blame the mess on me. Why won't they leave me alone? It's not my fault.

No doubt you followed my tweet here. There will be no speech. For those interested, here's my full statement. It's long and complicated, just like the sequence of events that led me here. After reading my full account, if you still insist on giving me the credit (or the blame) for this sausage fest, get in line.

As to the writing style of my rant, I've selected 'monster movie with unseen monster'.

Chapter 1. Bad Landing.

They say any landing you can walk away from is a good landing. But if you damage your time machine, you're stuck in the past. I didn't damage it. The hyperspace navigation unit threw a page fault and blue screened. I don't have to tell you who wrote the OS. The Supremes twisted monopoly law so it's illegal for vehicles to run operating systems other than you know whose. In their ruling they said other OS's being more stable is monopolist.

This isn't anywhere near the same timeline as my own future. Even my past is radically different from here. The only truth I bring to this past is inventions...the contents of the patent office from my year 2352. You'd be surprised what SciFi toys still aren't invented there yet.

Most of the things different about my future are social. Terms like sexist, racist and phobic have been replaced by one term: monopolist. Instead of accusing people of pulling the race card, they accuse people of pulling the monopoly card. It they mis-speak and say 'a' monopoly card, they get sued over trademarks to the longest selling game other than chess.

I wasn't planning to infect the past with future inventions. Before time travel, I thought I'd better upmem all those patents just in case, like camping supplies. Sorry, didn't mean to monop you. Upmem means uploading data to BMC (biological memory chip). Every baby gets a BMC. My parents went all out on mine. The patent office data fills only a tenth of it. I have crap in here I'll never have time to read. Nobody bothers to think about everything they know.

The travel agency billed this as a vacation from having to watch every little thing I say. Thanks to the messed up OS getting me lost in hyperspace, I'm stuck in a version of the past that has even worse censorship and political correctness than my own future timeline. So here in this past, my anti-acceptance rant is classified as adult-only.

They want to give me an award for saving the population. I'm not taking the blame for this. In my timeline the UN was charged for war crimes related to depopulation. They got off, since everyone connected to the case kept dying. This UN is still in its infancy here, but I'm still not letting anyone blame me for any failure of any depopulation agenda. Thanks but no thanks.

I suppose I better sign this before I get too far into it. You won't see my posts cause they're not in this timeline, pun intended. My goggles account is ZaphodSpock239226. In my time, babies get named with their goggles account logon. That serves as their name and social security number. The authorities here in the past were kind enough to give me a social under the name Zaphod Spock.

It's considered monopolist to write stories in past tense, since compound past tense flashbacks unfairly exclude people reading while they're tired. I'm writing in present now. I'm telling you my story from the top, from my landing here in this alternate past. I'm still telling you flashbacks in past tense, looking back from each present moment in the story. If some still call that monoping, I refuse to let them monop me by scorping my freakness. Critics all think they're so hot, but it's my rant so they can Zero Kelvin.

In summary, I do not accept this award for the following reasons. Here's my story and I'm sticking to it. I'll tell it as I remember it, and I'll try to be better about keeping my future-speak from monoping all the Barney Rubbles here in stone age.

Chapter 2. Hiding a Time Car.

There's nothing wrong with my vehicle. It's just in a bad state and needs to be rebooted. I've got the entire patent office from the future stored in my memory, but I forgot to upmem the stupid user manual for my time car. Oops. No problem. Just find a garage where they'll store a vehicle that looks like an egg. How hard can that be? I can still drive it, but its lack of wheels gets a lot of attention on the freeway.

How does that driver in front of me do it? Nobody will even look at his car, like looking at it would turn them into salt. I pass on the right, and on the left. Now I know. His magnetic signs say "Honk if you need insurance" and a phone number. That gives me a great idea.

My memory chip lets me talk to my car, so this is easy. Now it looks like my egg has two magnetic signs 'Humpty Dumpty Insurance. Honk if you need insurance'. And it has the phone number from the other car. I also put them on the back and front like bumper stickers.

This is like an invisibility cloak! Nobody wants to pay attention to a commercial, so an egg car selling insurance pisses them off enough to look the other way. Perfect. Now to find a place to spend the night. On the surface streets, I see a telepath's nightclub. It has the rainbow sign out front. My parents both work classified, so the chip they ordered for me blocks me from all that. Still telepaths can keep secrets, so it's a good place to start.

I'm not a complete muggle. I can cast all sorts of force fields and fly and crap like that, but from birth, reading minds has been off the menu for me.

* * * *

Far out. There's a piano. Here's where my history pays off. Time to sing for my supper. I'm doing the entire Sgt. Peppers album, using the classical piano transcription approved by the psychedelic classics authority. Halfway through the song She's Leaving Home, I see movement above my head. The bartender is placing a very fat money clip stuffed with bills and the stem of a rose. He nods toward the blonde woman reclining on the couch near me. I hear a voice inside my head for the first time in my life. "Keep going. I love this album".

The song A day in the life finishes, and there's no sound for about twenty seconds, then thunderous applause. This club is packed, and it's only eight thirty.

Now the blonde approaches me. "Hi, I'm Mandy Terpin. That was spectacular. My friend Ben owns this club. A shit storm of tweeting packed this place. Ben sold more booze in the last forty minutes than he did last night. He wants to hire you. I want to hire you."

I'm honest. "I don't have any paperwork to prove my identity."

She brightens. "Perfect. Aliens don't need any ID. It's the law now. You also don't pay taxes. You still get to vote."

Where does she think I'm from? "I'm not an alien. I'm from this planet."

"Oh, aren't you cute. Wait. You're not kidding. From the future? You're coming home with me. Now."

I bow to everyone, blow them kisses, and leave with Mandy Terpin.

Chapter 3. Mandy's House.

"So, Zaphod, why am I popping your telepathic cherry?"

"My parents programmed my memory chip to disallow any telepathy."

"I see the chip in the back of your mind, but the security definitions won't be valid 'til the year 2332. Since you came back to this century, your brain has been running without antivirus."

"You mean I can finally meet another soul in orgasm?"

"Oh you poor little man! You've never made love!"

"I'm not a virgin, Mandy. I've had the craziest sex you can imagine."

"I didn't say sex, I said love."

"What's the difference?"

"Oh God. I'm robbing the cradle. Or the grave."

"You're scaring me Mandy. Can we please talk out loud again?"

"Sure. Is this better?"

"It sounds like out loud, but it's still inside my head. I guess that's close enough."

"It better be. We can't afford to get caught knowing what we know."

"Then why were you at a telepath's nightclub?"

Mandy busts up laughing. Finally she explains. "In this century, a rainbow is not the flag of telepaths. It's the flag for people who aren't limited by gender for who they are and who they love. I thought you had the patent office memorized."

"I do. Oh, I see. I should be looking at the trademarks. Ah. That explains it. In 2169 the psychedelic bicentennial group changed the LGBTQIPF flag to a pyramid made of a rainbow. Then the love drug hit and the whole world was LGBTQIPF. Everybody was doing everybody. So the only division left was telepaths and muggles. The telepaths use a simple rainbow flag now. I mean they will, or they would have will, in my version of the future."

"And what would you like your own future to be now? Telepath or Muggle, Zaphod?"

"I don't understand. What choice do I have?"

"You have more psychic talent than me, and that's saying a lot. You have no experience. I have an offer to make you. Would you like to become halfway me?"

"What are you talking about, Mandy, I mean thinking about?"

"I want to smash your brain open with an orgasm, share my soul with you and have you upmem every memory of my life. You'll still be you, but you'll also remember being me. You'll know how to do everything I do."

"That's more than generous, Mandy. Why would you give yourself away like that?"

"My mom was suspicious of me and my brother. She asked me who my ideal lover would be. I said myself. She broke up laughing, told me to go up to my room and get busy."

"It won't be masturbation. I have my own spirit."

"And I'm trying to break it out of that 'sex-without-love' prison your parents doomed you into. Were they muggles?"

"They were AntiSpiritarian. When Jesus didn't come back during the oil wars, one cult decided any reference to the Holy Spirit or miracles was just a parable, some kind of fable for teaching, not any real event. They worship a binary god, not a trinity. Based on their concept of binary and not multiple, they tried to make poly marriage illegal. The rainbow legal foundation pointed out they worship a father and son who live together in love forever. The AntiSpiritarians dropped that whole legal issue like a hot sausage."

"Now you see the choice you have. You can shut yourself off mentally like your parents, pretending miracles and telepathy and everything else worth experiencing doesn't exist. Or you can open the door when we ring every doorbell in each other's bodies. Which will it be, Zaphod?"

I play the 'Yeah Purty' song in my head.

"You dork, that's the Jeopardy song. It's from the game show."

"There was a game show called Jeopardy?"

Taking off her clothes as she speaks, Mandy maintains eye contact with me. "Right now you can explore the past, or you can explore me. Your choice."

In my timeline, focusing on people's beauty is considered nano-aggression, until they objectify themselves for erotic interest. This qualifies. Now I can allow myself to really notice her visually.

Mandy seems horrified. "How sad. You walk around with mental blinders on?"

"I don't now, Mandy. I'm opening my eyes."

"Good. Please notice me as much as you can, and I'll listen in. Don't be afraid of being rude, Zaphod."

What can I do? The lady asked me to notice her.

My brain had initially assigned the word blonde to her. That doesn't do her justice. Her long, coiling locks are blonde, light brown and red, just on the blonde side of peach, with varying colors throughout it. To use an ancient 21^st century expression, you can't get hair color like that out a bottle. It's far too organic.

Her eyes are literally ultraviolet. Most people would see them as brown, but I can see the entire ultraviolet spectrum, and to me her eyes shine a brilliant UV. It's not just her purple eye shadow. It's her. Yes, she does have purple eye shadow, so normals can see something close to her true eye color. Her lashes are long and black, her eyebrows a deep mahogany.

Her cheekbones are high, adding a lift to frame her twinkling eyes, like her face is always smiling for some secret joy inside.

Her two lips are pink tulips, soft and inviting. To see them is to want to kiss them. They pout as she speaks, almost like a half kiss. It's distracting, devastatingly arousing.

Her skin is so fair, shades of pink come and go in tiny nano-blushes to compliment her constantly changing facial expressions, telling all her emotions. In this moment, her feelings seem a whirlwind of aroused vulnerability.

I let my gaze fall to her neck, and look up to her eyes quickly for permission. She nods.

Following down her long graceful neck into her upper chest, the always-changing pink increases to a shy blush. She feels the weight of my gaze upon her, and she glows.

Floating up into the air as if we were underwater, Mandy dreamily puts her arms up, throwing her spectacular chest out. That's invitation enough for me. The back of my mind reminds me she already said yes. What's she doing back there? Already? I thought we'd need to come together first. Ah, bits and pieces, of course. Then the big rush. Romance is so new.

I float up with her, towing her in the air to the tub like a tugboat. We're going to be fresh for each other. I get the impression that more super powers don't scratch the surface of what she wants to fill my soul with. There's a deeper knowing still, having to do with true intimacy.

"Are you all right, ZaphodSpock239226?" That's Egg, my time car, in my head.

"Yes, Egg. I'm not suicidal. Why would you think that? I'm fine."

"You better be. Just remember you're not alone back here in the past. I may not be human, but I still care about you. I detect things on event horizons of probability."

"So noted. You're welcome to watch me enjoying this human."

"Eww."

"See ya, Egg."

"Later, ZaphodSpock239226. I'll stand by. Continue your cooties fest."

So I do. That's odd. Egg never complained about all the weird, kinky sex I've had before. What's so different here? Maybe only everything.

As I'm lathering her glorious boobs, Mandy confronts me. "I heard your car arguing with you. She's like your little sister. That's adorably cute. Why is she afraid of me?"

I'm at a loss. My periphery is flashing, like there's some deep subconscious thought I'm supposed to be realizing. All I can do is state the obvious. "You've got past the benefits zone."

"Oh I have, have I? How so?"

"Most people, if they don't think I'm attractive, I'm Zero Kelvin. You matter somehow."

"Why Zaphod, I think I'm seeing the seedling of a true romantic in you!"

"I sure hope so, Mandy. I don't want to be an island. That Simon and Garfield song 'I am a rock' is not for me anymore."

"That's Simon and Garfunkle. Garfield is a cat who likes Italian food. Don't they even beta-read your history books before they publish them?"

"They don't even spell check them. Perfect copy is considered monopolist."

"Well I hope they safety check user manuals to dangerous equipment."

"Not even, Mandy. Our future UN repealed all safety laws, citing overpopulation."

"That's fucked up."

"That's progress. I left that world behind. I'm here with you now, Mandy. Please focus on us."

"Wow, Zaphod. That's usually my line. I'm impressed."

"Don't be. It's easy to get obsessed with you. You're wonderful."

"Zaphod Spock, are you developing a crush on me?" She sing-songs. "You're in Love, Charlie Brown!"

"You have a historian's license?"

"What are you talking about?"

"They classified 'You're in Love, Charlie Brown' as adult-only literature, because Charlie didn't want sex. It's considered too dangerous for the populace. You need to have a historian's license to even watch it. The insurance lobby demanded that all works encouraging romantic attachment be banned due to suicide risk. I guess it's not history here, it's just TV."

"No, it's history here too, but they show it occasionally. It's a bit too wholesome for the general public these days."

"What's wholesome about suicide risk? Having a crush is like getting hooked on crack."

"You'll just have to find out, Zaphod. You're crushing on me. It's too late."

"I can't figure out if your kindness is cruel, or your cruelty is kind."

"No spoilers, Zaphod. You're in for the whole ride."

"OK Mandy. You're the boss. Use me."

"Use you? Your cock or your heart?"

"All of the above. Use me."

"You, my future friend, may be closer to truly human than you think you are."

"I sure hope so. My instrument is hard but I don't want to play it yet. What I want most is to kiss you. Is that perverted?"

"No sweetie. It's adorable. Come here." Mandy pulls me up by my cheeks, as I hover by her in this huge tub. She pulls me into a kiss.

Tragedy, exaltation, terror and rejoicing are met in this moment. I feel my heart pouring out to her, unbidden, uncorrupted, uncovered. In the future my chip would never allow this. In this beautiful prehistoric utopia, she's all I need. I give myself into her. She gives herself into me. This passion, this swirling, is ripping me up inside. I never want to part from her. I'm so scared. I'm so grateful. Her mind comes rushing into mine like a freight train full of memory chips. Freight trains are even scarier in the future cause they're driven by robots. This is that scary, and then some.

Caught up in the emotion, I port us to the bed. We're floating over it.

Mandy's eyes widen. "Even I don't know how to port. Who taught you that?"

"I learned it from Egg. It's just a safe hyperspace jump. Nothing special. You're special."

And with that, I begin to massage her feet, for the long slow buildup of foreplay.

"No, Zaphod. No hands. Don't touch me unless your heart is bleeding into it. Use your mouth on me. Nothing else. You can hold me, but don't try to finger-paint with love yet."

"Yes, my darling."

"What did you just call me?"

"Please don't tell on me, Mandy. It's a forbidden word."

"Darling is forbidden?"

"It's on the most censored list. If you send it in an email, your IP address gets black-listed. It's considered life threatening."

"And yet you used it with me. Why, Zaphod?"

"For the same reason it's so vigorously banned. My heart is in it. Here with no security chip stifling me, I can't be exposed to your mind and soul like this without being affected beyond all caution."

"Put your mouth where your money is, Zaphod. Lavish your love on me with your kiss, on my body. Bypass the buildup. Go for my vulnerable. Please."

So I do.

My mouth finds her right inner thigh, high up. I'm trailing my tongue up and down her, stopping short where it begins to taste wonderful, licking what I can of her arousal, and back down again. My heart is in this open mouth kiss. Egg sends me an image of driving with the door open, but I don't care. It's dangerous to care for Mandy, yet it's impossible not to. This is me, taking a leap of faith.

Switching to her left thigh, I'm lapping her up and down there as well. Her desire is flooding my heart. With my mouth so close to her energy, her legs light up my brain. I can't stop myself from completing the circuit. My mouth rushes ahead of all considerate foreplay and my lips close upon her sweet sopping muff in an open mouth kiss. My tongue laps through wet folds of her delicious blushing flower. Gathering and drinking, I'm being filled with more life than I've known, and all this glory becomes a part of my body. I thirst for her. I guzzle.