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Emma ([personal profile] falsealarm) wrote2007-10-09 02:32 pm
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"Ever Strut Naked?" - Original Fiction (PG)

This is the first bit short story I've written in an incredibly long time, it's science fiction (my genre of choice), first person narrative (kind of) with a female lead. It's not my best work, I can guarantee, but I liked the little world I created. If I had any patience I'd try and get a real plot into it. Hope you like it.
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Come on I know you have. Any woman that’s got any kind of self-esteem: you strip down, admire yourself; feel damn good afterwards. Well that is unless you’re one of the flesh bags that can’t afford to mutilate yourself. But then again I strut and I’ve got shit for money.

Wiggle your hips in front of the mirror, watch how they sway. Follow the curve of your breast down to the curve of your ass. Hot right? You don’t find it hot no one else will; they feed you the opposite at those high class chop shops they call Reinvention Centers. You slam down a load of credit they’ll tell you what’s wrong with your body and then fix it; but no one’s ever satisfied with what they get. Those so-called “doctors” must fuck up stuff just so you come back to get it fixed right back up. How else do you think they get so much business?

Now myself, well I’d say my body is slammin’ and you ask just about any guy that sees me on the street and he’ll agree. You know what they say: “You got it, flaunt it.” Well I don’t like to keep myself held up in some gutter shooting trix or nova or some other tripped up shit like the rest of the down-and-out population of this fair city, I like to walk around on the upper levels in the sun, flaunt it.

I’ve got a friend Rawley, likes to fiddle with nova every once and a while, works with a couple of guys that sell parts to those Reinvention Centers. That’s right sell parts.

All you gotta do is stick the part in a Moly-Map and you can change the skin color, get rid of tattoos, freckles, whatever it takes to get it to match its new owner. They sell all kinds of parts to those centers, arms, legs; usually it’s hands. For some reason people lately have been very upset with the condition of their hands; could be that defect that’s been springing up. Some kind of webbed shit; a product of bio-tampering ‘bout 30 years ago during the Aryan Fix.

I never got what it was about, some kind of Hitler purification shit, lasted about a year but once you bring toxics into the picture shit will get serious soon. The government allowed it to happen, thought it would help “improve” the country or whatever. But then there were those pesky bio-bombs set off in New York and Los Angeles; a fuck ton of people died, really bloody shit, guts poured out of their mouths. I’ve seen pictures; make you wanna ralph really badly. People who survived had all sorts of defects afterwards, the webbed shit is the last I’ve heard of those though.

So anyways, Rawley and his friends they work with some local mobsters, getting rid of bodies and whatnot. I really have no idea how he got into it. Used to be a damn good kid; known him since we were about five. Real smart, read all the time, liked to write about the weirdest shit, loved chemistry. I guess it was when we went to university and he got hooked on nova, that shit will tear you apart, but he’s smart enough to keep it to small doses, well except when he parties. He’s so fixed on the stuff he created this bonding agent for his nova, keeps the buzz longer and doesn’t screw with your nervous system so much. He’s such a smart kid.

He told me once that he was getting rid of this girl this one time, some whore his bosses had had too much fun with, he was trying to dump her off in the local pile under a nearby bridge and he found this real shady guy there waiting for him. Rawley said the guy looked straight out of Sherlock Holmes, trench coat, derby, smokin’ a fag though. His face was shadowed the whole time they talked, had a real distinct voice, kinda raspy, little high-pitched, real recognizable. He wanted the body, offered Rawley two-hundred credits for it, that’s not something you turn down so he helped the guy get the girl’s body into his car, got his credits and the guy left. Rawley didn’t care really what the guy wanted with the body, thought crossed his mind he might be one of those necros or whatnot; wasn’t until later when he saw some clip on a telescreen that he realized the guy was some crackpot doctor at the Reinvention Center up top. The guy kept coming back for the bodies and Rawley thought it’d be easier for the guy if they lopped off parts beforehand, easier to transport. I know it’s pretty sick and if Rawley hadn’t always been fucked on nova he’d have thought better, but you give him money and he gets his nova.

As for other body mods, there are some people now-a-days that get a little too into their mechanics. We’ve got all sorts of robots wandering around the city doing their specified jobs, people think it’s great and it is, well at least it is up top. The robots we’ve got down here they’re old and fucked, don’t do much of anything except take up space. Some kids think these ‘bots are so great they want to incorporate some tech into themselves. Kids replace eyes with robotic ones: can see in the dark, heat sensitive, see through walls, it’s cool and all but the only shade they come in is grey. I, myself, have got a pair, really useful getting around down here, it’s so damn dark.

Other kids replace a whole limb, which is also kind of cool, but then again you can get jacked parts, filled with viruses and shit. My girlfriend Kit, her little brother got his leg done, the thing had a nano-virus in it, activated when the kid tried to use his “boosters” for higher jumps around the local dump when he was scavenging, ravaged his leg first then traveled up his body. The things are usually programmed to eat metal only, fiber optics sometimes too, but these were savage, he was gone within five minutes of his first jump. That’s when I met Kit; she got drunk at a bar I go to after her brother was declared dead by a couple of friends. I don’t usually go after the drunk girls but she was gorgeous and when I took her home later I found out that alcohol didn’t alter her sex drive in the least. She likes to strut naked too, preferably at the same time I do, then the strut turns into the horizontal tango, but that’s another story.

Back to those parts. See it’s not certified or anything, you’ve got to come to a chop shop down here, there’s only one place that does it: Pete’s Playground. “Dr. Peter Randall at your service,” say the posters he hangs around. He’s got a robot terminator next door, name of Jake, gets defective ‘bots from up top and gives the parts to Dr. Pete for cheap. Rumor is Jake used to work at the Reinvention Center up top fixing the machines’ got fired for taking trix on the job.

People line up for ages for their parts, costs less than those human ones, but of course they’re way more fucked up.

It’s hard to find a person up top without a body mod and the same goes for people down here as well. I tried to stay clean but my eyes were calling to me, I just gave in. But I’ve still got my figure, ain’t no body mod gonna touch that. I’m too good for other people’s parts.