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Part One:
SILVERTEARS OFF THE SEX-EYE
by Michael Cornwall Johnson and hertzan chimera
Eli-X "THE BIGGEST PORN SUPERSTAR IN THE FUCKING UNIVERSE" stepped off the
Titanic spaceliner into the foyer of a huge spherical glass hotel with no
grav, purple piss gushing out of his engorged manmeat. Gawping fans had no
idea what he had just
done with the last crowd on the interface. He had no way to tell them that
his act was purely evil and dangerous to watch -- just pure family fun.
He was raised galaxy by galaxy in a galactic carney ship. His dadi-skoda was
some alien he never knew, they all had their turn with him back in those
days. He never knew him, but knew he had ganymede rub-de-dub pheromone
receptors real nicelike. This made him what he was today. They found out
he was qualified for all-galaxy-sex Triple class, almost off the scale. The
carny-bums were in a little alcove moonbase settin' up their midway. This
was a while back, he vaguely remembered. He hated doin' nasty stuff, and
didn't know how with a christian droid or nothin, like most punks his age.
Then when he jacked in to the interface, it went HI-Galactic - changed his
life forever. He thunked to his His mama-lada, oh, she was in a jar still
pakked up sentient, but she wiggled around all happy-like. But then some
bastard for a joke dropped a seed-o-faith in the jar. Bastard! And then she
wanted him out of the freakshow. Eli-X now never remembers where his
mama-lada came from. If you ask him, it is like he is being remotely
rewritten or something. Try it - the sky-punters often do for laughs
in-between fistings and arthouse-heroine-in-the-arsehole-neck-dunkings on live
VisMind Universewide Broadband. Hey, freeko, where's yo momma at?" they
shout ad lib and Eli-X will just stall like a pre-crashing old-timey
rockets of the old holo cube sims and his daft electron eyes will flip left
right left right left right.
This was what he let them believe. But what really took place was ever
sillier; when they made verbal-abusive contact like that, he jacked in right
away on the International wideband, his eyes were jivvin clickin the login
code that was forbidden to most all; he would jab right in and spike them
with a big black demon of anger that tore their worthless brains to shreds.
He would stash the details of their mind for later and continue his wretched
act, the crowd none the wiser for one less thousand hecklers on the cosmic
interface.
Oh they got their credits worth, believe you me! But the droid barkers had
zapped him once too hard before the show went past galactic. What can you
say--they were stupid shit. Almost ruined Eli-X Galactic Porn star. There
were good credits for terra-years in this
shit-work. Ever since then he didn't know no other kinda life. They had
bitten him good this time, trying out experimental worldwide ejaculation.
They was crazy. He had been performing with their mechano-dogs for four long
hard years and the circus goers never tired of his wormhole/anal antics,
never lubed to the interface with commercials, always dry. You could
physically hear cerebro-logging onto tonight's performance. Always in their
quadrillions, you could feel the beady looks all shadowy electronlike in
ultimate close-up. A woman who he recognised from way back when caught his
attention. He thought she looked like a showgirl but he couldn't remember
where from. Then he knew he saw his mama-lada before she got put in the jar.
The interface drugs were gettin him real bad.
Then he imagined right there mid-galaxy, the blast of the pseudo laser she
held out towards him across the sex ether brought it all back in painful
realism--a laser-kiss from mama-past. He cried silvertears I kid you not.
Silvertears! He packed up for Earth. Hitchhiked with scumbaggers all the
way. And now he flickered every now and then, still charged all galactic.
But nobody recognized him no more. Eli-X had something on his human
side-mind as he absent-mindedly thought-clicked his Mister-Smart to pop up
in his head. Somebody done
messed with his Mister Smart. Some wormhole fucker!
Mister smart would just grin and tell him this: He was a youth who just got
re-fixed in the head by the Juvvy Ministry. The implant in his head blocked
the hate. He didn't go around boosting jetcars and space-cabs no more. But
when they messed with his head, something weird happened. He knew what the
word 'aesthetic' was now. He never knew no word like that before. And he
didn't think about cyborg cunt no more.
He turned Mister Smart off in his head and cried more silver tears. They
wiped his ass-memory clean cause shit-memory wipes off. He didn't know
nothin no more. He climbed back after wad-spackling pudward. But he was with
this tour bus and they would tease him all staticwise, but he couldn't
remember. They seemed to be in awe of him. He didn't know why.
They murmured. He didn't know what they were a sayin. Half of 'em couldn't
speak Terran nohow. Bunch of sex-savages. They used to beat the starshit
out of him when they found him. Then they clipped off a chipplug and
examined it on the central-interface.
He was THAT GUY. Eli-X.
He hopped off the jet-bus, walked into the lover-can, his bio-enhanced
jack-cock already out, rocket piss-burn zooming up his inflamed urethra
beyond the synthofab. He found the stall with the broken window in it and
prepared to play his final $10 aether-credit. The razor-slot was all greasy
from the last four million clients, but what the heck, his money was as
good as anyone's. He stripped to his purple lurex jockstrap blinkin n
winkin, put some robot oil on the inside of his thighs and, as the
mecho-sutter chuntered up, he edged his way through the broken lazer-hole.
Past the gawping stage whore onto the gangway of the his tour bus, as they
used to call them.
| "Mike Philbin
is the man behind the surrealist writing entity Hertzan Chimera, who gave
us SPIDERED WEB, CHIM+HER, CHIM+HIM, the annual CHIMERAWORLD anthology
and the FUCK STAR series. He is now relaunching his career with a fresh
style of writing. Mike is the editor/designer of the HORROR QUARTERLY
ezine and will continue to edit future CHIMERAWORLD editions."
Check out his website at: www.hertzanchimera.com" |
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