66/365 - Dream
“You’ll overload the memory pools if you don’t match the emissive bias. You have to allocate. Use the exterial array frame.”
She leaned towards his lips for the kiss. Out here in the prairies, the summer air was still. Jim stood tall on her parent’s porch looking down at her. She pressed up against him, knowing that what she was doing was crossing all boundaries of convention and that if they were caught Jim might even be killed. She could feel his hard chest against her, smell the hard day’s work coming off of him. She sensed his need. He simply stared at her as if by not moving he could somehow will it away, pretend it wasn’t happening.
“Reel back the extension modifiers. Jesus, Jake, reel it back! Dataspool is zeroing out. You need to skip the error nodes. Flip the exporter tuning. Grind the keys if have to. Hack the curve.”
She clung to his strong arms, trembling as if she was cotton blown against a cliff. Her entire body was fire as she moved against him. Still he remained passive. He stared at her eyes with a ferocity she was scared to engage with but the fear excited her. It was her own hand that pulled her skirt up, her own hands that pulled her top down. His grimy overalls rubbed grease and dirt on the front of her Sunday dress as she gyrated her urgency into his oak body.
“Charge capacitors. Integrate one-to-one bandwidth. We’re losing the antenna gain. Signal-to-noise ratio is fluctuating too much. Wavelength is in danger of repeating. Hold on!”
The sky flashed purple as he quickly brought his arm up behind her. (purple) He lifted her easily up to his lips. She opened to him like a summer orchid would to the probing tongue of a butterfly and the taste of chrome filled her mouth. (chrome?) Hot tears stained her face and for the first time in the heart of this metropolis she’d called home too many times, she didn’t feel alone. (Metropolis? Wait? What happened to the farm?) Her boss caught the express elevator down to deliver the letter in purpose. The outer recall of the program had been reached. With his strong arms, she called for immediate backup to cell twenty three and offered immediate reductive price incentive and special offers.
She convulsively yanked the trodes from her head as her pod opened up.
“What went wrong in there?” she demanded through gasps as her body’s chemistry fought to return to normal.
“Your internals, your majesty. They interfere with the dream state. You can’t have such exciting dreams and stay asleep. We’re working on it.” Stated the terrified tech, eyes averted to the floor.
“Well, work harder.” Rasped the Queen, and slowly eased her wizened frame out of the trans-pod onto the gravbed.
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She leaned towards his lips for the kiss. Out here in the prairies, the summer air was still. Jim stood tall on her parent’s porch looking down at her. She pressed up against him, knowing that what she was doing was crossing all boundaries of convention and that if they were caught Jim might even be killed. She could feel his hard chest against her, smell the hard day’s work coming off of him. She sensed his need. He simply stared at her as if by not moving he could somehow will it away, pretend it wasn’t happening.
“Reel back the extension modifiers. Jesus, Jake, reel it back! Dataspool is zeroing out. You need to skip the error nodes. Flip the exporter tuning. Grind the keys if have to. Hack the curve.”
She clung to his strong arms, trembling as if she was cotton blown against a cliff. Her entire body was fire as she moved against him. Still he remained passive. He stared at her eyes with a ferocity she was scared to engage with but the fear excited her. It was her own hand that pulled her skirt up, her own hands that pulled her top down. His grimy overalls rubbed grease and dirt on the front of her Sunday dress as she gyrated her urgency into his oak body.
“Charge capacitors. Integrate one-to-one bandwidth. We’re losing the antenna gain. Signal-to-noise ratio is fluctuating too much. Wavelength is in danger of repeating. Hold on!”
The sky flashed purple as he quickly brought his arm up behind her. (purple) He lifted her easily up to his lips. She opened to him like a summer orchid would to the probing tongue of a butterfly and the taste of chrome filled her mouth. (chrome?) Hot tears stained her face and for the first time in the heart of this metropolis she’d called home too many times, she didn’t feel alone. (Metropolis? Wait? What happened to the farm?) Her boss caught the express elevator down to deliver the letter in purpose. The outer recall of the program had been reached. With his strong arms, she called for immediate backup to cell twenty three and offered immediate reductive price incentive and special offers.
She convulsively yanked the trodes from her head as her pod opened up.
“What went wrong in there?” she demanded through gasps as her body’s chemistry fought to return to normal.
“Your internals, your majesty. They interfere with the dream state. You can’t have such exciting dreams and stay asleep. We’re working on it.” Stated the terrified tech, eyes averted to the floor.
“Well, work harder.” Rasped the Queen, and slowly eased her wizened frame out of the trans-pod onto the gravbed.
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