I, Charles, said “I’m in love with you, Jeannie!” She said, “No man loves me. They all think I’m too powerful.” I said, “You are certainly a Superhuman, ahead of your time. But I am a love genius and am sure that I could satisfy you.” She asked, “What is your philosophy?” I replied, “I am a firm believer in making this society one of love in which everyone is in love with a number of people. And with new genetic therapy, everyone can be beautiful looking. And everyone should go to “charm school” to make them a more engaging lover.” She said, “I am beyond love, I’m only interested in high science. Call me asexual, but really love is a dumb instinct. And I am amoral besides. Sex is good, but there is no such thing as true love.” I said to her, “I’ve followed you for years and think, you just need to give me a chance to love you. I could make you happy.” She said, “What do you know about science?” I said, “I believe in “love science,” which involves loving between geniuses with a view to making brilliant love children. Surely you would like some offspring?” She said, “Yes, I like you. But how would you want to raise such a child?” I said, “We’ll follow the standard practices of our time and have the child born as an adult in the lab.” She said, “I’ve never had a child before and feel it’s high time I had one.” So, we grooved with one another… It was the best sex I’d ever had. Then we talked more about life and philosophy, and she exclaimed out of the blue, “I think I’m falling in love with you!” So, we were inseparable for a few months. And on one occasion we went to a Dreamworld, that featured naked women dancing. And Jeannie revealed that she was bisexual and we both loved the dancers off stage. On another occasion, we were in a World of mind golf. The balls flew according to telekinesis which we had in the dream. We each did very well in the tournament; she finished 3rd, and I was 5th. And I remarked to Jeannie, “I feel my mind is getting stronger all the time.” She said, “Let’s go to a World of science.” So, we went to a random science World. Here were a number of mad scientists who were making gold with unlimited fusion power. And the people here were all dressed in gold leaf and had solid gold homes. And they exported gold in exchange for clones of great scientists. And they created an atmosphere in their dome, high in helium, so even though this World had heavy gravity, they floated on air. Just like many other small Moons and small Planets of science. And they flew over various science dictatorships, dropping invitations to join them from the sky. But many scientists did evil work helping evil dictators to develop weapons in exchange for money and lovers. Jeannie told me on several occasions, “I despise dictators above all.” And she said, “The best government would be a technocracy led by the most brilliant scientist.” And she added, “I would like to play the role of leader. I am very attractive in both mind and body and feel I’d be great!” I asked her, “What would you do as leader?” She responded, saying, “I would force everyone to improve their mind and everyone would need to have a science degree.” I said, “Wouldn’t it be a case of too many cooks?” She told me, “I believe that the lowest common denominator should be raised and people should be above all peaceful.” I said, “But we live in times of war and the best people need to be war-like.” She answered, “I want to go to deep Space to get away from the war mongers.” I replied, “You can’t just run away from our sad reality.” She opined, “Let the violent war-like people wipe one another in the third World War. There will always be survivors.” I commented, “You are very cynical for a Supergenius.” She said, “Most people are worthless and useless, unfortunately, as it stands now.” And here on our science World, we made some new friends. Like Horace T., who said, “I believe in popular science and believed science had to create a totally automatic society in which, people just enjoyed life. No more new science. Science had finally peaked and culminated in eternal youth for all. It was now the day of the arts.” I told him, “Science is unlimited, and we would create Gods who would have a new physics and imagine science we cannot even conceive today.” He said, “That is possible, but I hope we all remain human in the far future.” Jeannie exclaimed, “We live now in a World of change, and you can’t stop the future from coming!” He said, “But we stopped AI, and we can stop Superhumans from developing also.” Jeannie said, “There’s no way we can stop Superhumans. Everyone wants better humans, whereas very few wanted machines to replace us completely!” And also in this science World, I met Gigi, “The Mighty.” Gigi was a huge woman, 2.8 m tall and full-bodied. She said she was a professional fighter, i.e. martial arts and kick boxing. And she said, “I’ve used scientific enhancements to make me stronger.” And her muscles rippled. She said, “Often I fight in the ring with men who are the best fighters and have never lost a fight.” And she exclaimed to me, “I want to love you!” And she grabbed me and forced me down and I tried my best to love her. She was beautiful like everyone else. Afterwards, she said, “Let’s try some scientific love!” And she brought out a pair of MRT (Mind Reading Technology) apparatuses. I wasn’t used to it and she dominated my mind while loving me again and afterwards, I was thoroughly exhausted. Meanwhile Jeannie was talking to a scientist who told her, “In terms of clever-looking physiognomy you are in the top one percentile, but I can make you one in a billion beautiful, basically the prettiest girl on Earth, you seem like a genius woman, and I think you deserve it. And he showed her a graphic which he designed to improve her look. And so, she went for it and 12 hours later was ready to show me her new face… And we met again, and I exclaimed, “You drive me wild with desire, but a giant woman exhausted me sexually!” So, then we met a scientist, who said, “I’d designed a series of scientific movies that turn women into logical, reasonable creatures who are better thinkers than men.” Jeannie said, “All women are logical, they just think differently than men.” He said, “Well, I have designed women who think more like men.” And he asked, “Would you like to just try it on computer imaging, and see if you like it?” Jeannie said, “I like the way I am; I’m not interested.” But she said, “Show me some of these women.” And she said, afterwards, “I met a group of them, they struck me as cold-hearted and serious. And I wasn’t interested.” She told the scientist, “To try harder. And then Jeannie was talking with a female scientist who told her, “I’d developed a drug that opens one’s mind completely, would you like to try it?” Jeannie said, “It is unnatural to be totally open-minded. My mind is as open as I’d like it to be. One has to have scruples!” So then we wished ourselves to a World of Bohemian arts. And we found ourselves amongst people who were colourfully dressed, and they all had a sentence describing themselves on their chests. Like “Looking for a wild gentleman,” or “A desperado” or “A love genius” and so on… We met one clever looking couple who were holding hands, and both had a sentence on their chests, “Looking for a genius couple.” I said to them, “What kind of geniuses are you?” The woman replied, “We are sexual geniuses and philosophers.” Jeannie asked them, “What are your philosophies?” The man replied, “We believe in Superhumans and believe we are good models to base such people on.” Jeannie exclaimed, “We believe in imaginative Superhumans!” The woman exclaimed, “We are so imaginative, we hallucinate constantly!” So, we hooked up with them and had a foursome. We were all quite satisfied and were amazed by the art in their home, that they had painted together. They had paintings of a garden of Eden, and a series of paintings of themselves in the sky as Gods striking mortals with lightning bolts of inspiration. And a painting entitled, “Aliens of the Future,” about green-skinned creatures with large heads. And another depicted, “The New Jesusette,” it was a painting of a benevolent, clever woman with a halo. And another was, “Orgy on Luna,” which featured 16 clever looking people with a bubble helmet and otherwise naked…And another, series, “WW VI, which showed people frightened and holding their heads in agony, amid a background of destruction. And there was a painting featuring Ms. and Mr. Galaxian who we recognized, loving one another. We all knew that they had the same genetic therapist to make them look like that. And another series of pictures were striking futuristic cities. And so on. And we spent a few weeks with these two dreamers. They were both of the opinion that the future would be a mixture of Utopias and Dystopias. With some Utopias run by elite philosophers and other Dystopias, run by tyrants. I said, “I believe we will soon see ubiquitous Utopias spring up.” Jeannie opined, “I don’t think we will ever see Utopia.” And the two of them agreed that Jeannie and I were destined for success. I said, “We are looking for a place to happen. In the meantime, we’ll keep travelling. Judging by the sentences on the chests, most people here are quite ordinary, we want more!” So, then we wished for an ocean World of the future. And we appeared in an air car flying above the surface. We searched for signs of life and finally came to a floating village made of steel flotation devices. With steel towers and a number of people milling about. And a number of boats. We were greeted by a mermaid lying in the sun, who told us, “Most of the people here in the ocean are mermen, but we have this surface settlement to communicate with other Worlds.” And she pointed out the leader’s tower. The leader was human and told us, “I have a film about the mermen to show you.” The film depicted the mermen reading minds. For example, “One merman mind read, to a mermaid, “We could travel to another World and breed children and help in the merman diaspora. We could simply teleport to such a World, and we would be real pioneers.” She replied, “Let’s take all our friends.” And another conversation featured a merman who mind read, “I want to love all 80 000 mermaids in this ocean.” And he had a lot of lovers here and some encouraged him to go for it. Others, more traditional, told him he was mad. And another exchange of ideas featured, a mermaid mind reading, “I want to love humans.” But she found the humans here to be shallow and greedy. And she remarked, “Humans don’t deserve to rule the Worlds. Mermen are kinder and more sharing and have higher group EQ and think as one. What is good for the whole is good for all.” And another conversation was between freak sea life that featured, dolphin men with the head of a human and body of a dolphin. They said they wanted to rule this World and were cleverer than the mermen. But one of the mermen said, “We are cleverer than the dolphin men and have hands with which to make and use weapons.” Of course, the dolphin men had powers of telekinesis which they used against the mermen and likewise. But it looked like the merman would win out. But I told Jeannie, “Such people don’t matter.” As for the humans here, they all had a very high IQ and figured they were the custodians of this World, representing them to the Dreamworlds matrices. The Dreamworlds were everywhere, and everyone seemed to be enjoying them. Many people in real Worlds, spent most of their time in the Dreamworlds. And some said it was the way of the future. Then Jeannie and I decided to wish for a World of exciting adventure. And we found ourselves in World where most of the people were blue skinned. And they were hunting green skinned people who were not as clever as them. Jeannie asked them, “Why don’t you just try and improve the minds of the green people?” But the leader of the blue men said, “We are the future and green people are stupid and hopeless. You can’t improve a stone!” I said, “But the fact that you are unable to wipe them out is a sign that they are very clever.” He said, “You’re just a whiner, we can wipe the green skinned people any time, but enjoy the hunts.” Jeannie said, “It’s genocide, simply.” He said, “Evolution is in overdrive. And the weak and stupid will perish.” I said, “Ultimately your struggles against the green people doesn’t matter. And the future is multiform. But you blue skinned people yourselves will be replaced by cleverer invaders, who will show you no mercy, in all likelihood...” He said, “You’re bumming me out.” Jeannie and I were both disappointed with the World of the blue skinned men affair and wished for “Better adventure.” And we found ourselves being dominated with Mind Reading Technology (MRT) and the Overlord of this peach-coloured World, asked us in our minds, “What we were doing here?” I mind read, “We are simply looking for adventure.” He mind read, “I’m making you two, my slaves. You will attend my ball tonight and love some of my elite courtiers/courtesans.” I told him, “We’ll attend the ball, but not as your slaves.” He said, “Everyone here is my slave.” So, we both told him to “Fuck off!” And wished for a better adventure World. Then we found ourselves in a fantasy in which everyone had a houseboat on a big lake. We had our own houseboat and rowed a dingy to hobnob with the people here. One man and his woman interested us, and he said, “We’ve been here for 30 years, which is about the oldest Dreamworld. We like the slow pace of life here and the people are friendly.” I asked, “What do you two dream for adventure?” The woman said, “We have our own Dreamworld in which people from all over the Worlds come for adventure. Basically, we are dragons who many want to kill. But so far none have succeeded. And this World is in a state of anarchy, but we like the freedom, and we like to destroy people who are against us. Some people are our servants there and do our bidding, like fight wars with the hateful people. It is our World, and we aim to keep it that way!” And the man of the two asked us, “Do you have Dreamworlds of your own?” Jeannie said, “We are adventurers, not builders, though we’ve been to some Worlds which we helped to improve.” And we told them about our adventures as a couple. Next, we rowed to a boat that seemed deserted and we boarded only to be confronted by 9 spirits. The spirits read our minds and told us they’d all been killed by houseboat #16, and they wanted us to avenge them by killing these people on #16. They said they’d been killed because they were good, honest people. But we steered clear of boat 16, not wanting to risk our lives. But a group from #16 headed our way the next day. And their leader said, “Everyone who had come to our houseboat was an asshole.” And he demanded, “To know our alignment?” I told them, “We were both basically good.” Their leader said, “Everyone claims to be good. But people of your boat, #13, are always assholes.” And their leader set our boat on fire, and we were powerless to stop them. And we wished ourselves elsewhere. And we complained out loud to the dream weaver to bring us to a more affable World. We found ourselves in an orange-coloured World with crowds of orange skinned people. We were greeted by a woman who said, “Many adventurers come here and nearly all are satisfied.” She added, “There’s an event going on now. It’s a beer drinking contest.” Jeannie said, “Show us something different.” So, the woman said, “Wait a moment.” And she pushed some buttons on her phone and then said, “I’ve set you each up with a dinner date with a couple of our most charming people. So, we went for it. My date was gorgeous and told me about herself. She said, “No need to travel with people like yourself coming here. My occupation is a musician. I make concept albums. I’ve recently completed, “Worlds of Lust and Fantasy,” On the album, I’ve imagined some fantastic Worlds. Like a World of multi-sexual people who mix with previously straight people and confuse them. Another track features a crazy poetess, who says she will love any man who is clever. And also, there is a song about a Superhuman woman who loves ordinary men and inspires them to improve their minds. In addition, there is a song about a high-class call girl who is called in to nurse men with broken hearts back to health. And a song featuring smells of sex. And moreover, there’s one side called “Sex Music.” It’s an instrumental featuring love beats and rhythms. It’s good for making love to.” I responded, exclaiming, “Your music sounds fantastic! I want to love you!” So, we went back to her place, and she showed me her special song-writing computer. She exclaimed, “All my music is original, there’s no AI here in this World!” And we made love to “Sex Music.” It was hard to keep up with the beat. I felt like I was going to have a heart attack. But she exclaimed, “Few men can keep up with me! You are quite good!” And she said, “Let’s make a music video of us making love to “Sex Music” accompanied by enhanced scents we have given off while loving. I’ve already filmed us.” I was having the time of my life! Meanwhile, Jeannie was listening to her date. He was saying, “I am a filmmaker. My latest film is “Anita’s Future Delight,” It was based on conversations I had with a foreign woman. She had told me she wanted to turn into an android love doll and have unlimited sex! And she told me, she wanted to love me every day in the future for at least an hour. As an android she wouldn’t require sleep or food, and so would love all day and all night. Another time she told me she wanted to make perfect android lovers based on my brain. And I told her, but androids are illegal. She said there were plenty of places to hide and none of her customers would be disappointed and complain, so she didn’t worry. Another time she told me, she wanted to start a personality cult and eventually take power in this orange World. And the filmmaker told Jeannie, “I’d like to include you in the personality cult and add myself to make it a holy trio.” And he exclaimed, “You are gorgeous and clever, and many men here would go wild for you!” And Jeannie asked him, “Do you really think I am clever enough to be a virtual Goddess?” He said, “I can already tell that you are a genius.” Of course she had told him all about her earlier… After a few days of loving, I phoned Jeannie, and we agreed to meet and go somewhere else. This time we wished for a wealthy World with every available luxury. And we found ourselves transported to a World with luxury air cars flying between tall spires. But on the streets were homeless people. I said to Jeannie, “I guess the poverty is due to all out capitalism.” She said, “I think this World is evil.” But then we were greeted by a guide who said, “Let me show you the better part of this Dreamworld. So, we took an elevator up to the top of one of the tallest spires. At the top we met “The Prince,” a handsome man who asked, “Won’t you dine with me?” We acquiesced and he introduced, “The Princess,” equally good-looking. We drank 50-year-old champagne and ate food that was better than we’d ever had. And the Princess told us, “I had gotten rich with food I’d personally created in the lab. Even exporting it.” The Prince said, “I’d gotten rich in real estate and was the architect of many of the city’s greatest spires.” And the Princess suggested, “A love foursome,” to which we readily agreed. Afterwards we went to a party in our honour. At the party, Jeannie and I were talking to an attractive woman who said, “I am the premier moviemaker here.” And she told us, “One of my films is “One Hundred Club,” a documentary about centenarians here who of course all had eternal youth. They mostly said they survived by taking everything in moderation and having a lot of friends and many occasional lovers. And they said, many of their friends had killed themselves by overdosing. These friends lived too far on the edge, they typically said. And the filmmaker showed us, “Fiasco on Mars.” It featured a new Dreamworld they were building there, but many wanted it built on Earth. It took 10 minutes to get to Mars, and they had to build an expensive dome there for people to breathe and be comfortable. And they needed an expensive gravity machine and there wasn’t enough water etc. They had wanted to feature a Utopia, in which everyone was a gentleman or a lady and everyone would have perfect manners and high standards and would practice old-fashioned courtship. But the project never got off the ground with endless bickering about what defined a gentleman and a lady as well as the logistical problems. I said, “World building seems to be difficult. I want to build a World in which everyone is part of the whole, and work together to build God, a God that everyone can look up to!” and Jeannie said, “I want to build a World in which everyone loves me and wants to be my friend. Everyone would be a kindred spirit of all the others. It’s just a matter of getting such people together on the Dreamworld network…” So. Jeannie and I broke up and went our separate ways, as World builders. But we kept in touch and made some movies together about our respective lives and adventures. We figured we had a charmed life. And we both believed in thoughtful lives. Tom is from Canada. Tom has published novels, novellas, short stories, poetry and flash in 55 publications. Website: https://tomballbooks.com; Online Journal Website (he is senior editor/co-founder): https://fleasonthedog.com; E-mail: [email protected]; Facebook: [email protected] Image by Kelly Sikkema on Unsplash
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