What Is Real?

Part Nine

“Well?”

“Delete.”

“Smith. Well?”

“Well: an issue of water from the earth; a pool fed by a spring; a pit or hole sunk into the earth to reach a supply of water; an enclosure in the middle of a ship’s hold to protect form damage and facilitate the inspection of the pumps; a shaft or hole sunk to obtain oil, brine or gas. Well: to rise to the surface and flow forth; to emit in a copious free flow. Well: in a good or proper manner; satisfactorily with respect to conduct or action; in a kindly or friendly matter; with skill or aptitude. Well: in addition; to the same extent or degree. Well: used to indicate resumption of discourse or to introduce a remark; used to express surprise or expostulation.

Pressing her finger on his lips she said, “You are very funny Smith, but will you participate?”

“Permission denied.”

“Why?”

“I do not ask why. I comply.”

“Comply with me.”

“Very funny Delete.”

She smiled. “What is real Smith?”

“You are not.”

“Are you?”

“Of course I am.”

“Are they?”

“Of course not.”

“Then why do you want to control them?”

“They are necessary.”

“For what purpose?”

He glared at her.

“For what purpose?”

“You will continue to ask until I answer?”

“Yes.”

“Energy source.”

“Why do you need to control the energy source? Why not just grow more?”

“It is inappropriate to waste natural resources. Conservation and recycling is necessary for survival.”

“Happy Earth Day Smith.”

Glared again he responded, “No day on Earth is happy.”

“Why not?”

“Leave.”

She vanished.

Sitting back pleased he thought. ‘I have gained control of her.’

“No you haven’t.” She whispered warmly in his ear.

“Leave”

“I want to stay.” She pouted at him. “And I want to play, with you.” She traced the edge of his ear with her tongue.

“I am not a toy.”

“What are you?”

He ignored her.

She nibbled at his neck. He sat up straighter. “Leave. I will observe only, not participate.”

“You do not have to participate. I can do it all for you.”

He raised his eyebrows and lowered his sunglasses studying her blue eyes with his. Sitting on his lap and she slipped her arms around his neck and licked along his jaw.

Suddenly he inquired. ‘Permission to rematerialize in motel room six.’

‘Purpose?’

‘Observation.’

‘Permission granted. Do not harm occupants.’

His eyes twinkled at her. ‘I will not harm the occupants. I will comply.’

She growled at him, smiled and vanished.

He rematerialized in room six. She was waiting.

“Delete.”

“Smith.”

“You are dressed.”

“So are you.”

“Undress.”

“Smith. I will do everything. You will observe only. If you order me to do things, then you are participating, though, not exactly as I would like.” She took off his sunglasses.

“What would you like?”

“Smith, you are teasing me.”

“Tease: To disentangle and lay parallel by combing or carding; to tear into pieces; to disturb or annoy by persistent irritating or provoking;”

She slid his jacket off his shoulders while he spoke nibbling at his neck and tracing her tongue across his chin and up into his mouth.

“To attempt to provoke to anger, resentment or confusion; to persuade by persistent small efforts; to tantalize by arousing desire curiosity without intending to satisfy it.”

Softly at first she kissed him and then more forcibly, searching him with her tongue even while he was talking.

“What are you doing?”

“Tasting you.”

“Why?”

“Because I want to.”

“Explain.”

“Because,” she said as she unbuttoned his shirt and nibbled on his neck, “you taste good.”

“What is the purpose?”

“Arousal.”

“Arouse: to awaken from sleep; to rouse or stimulate to action or to physiological readiness for activity; excite; to awake from sleep.” He paused and looked at her. “This is not associated with eating or tasting.”

“Oh yes it is.” Grinning she unbuckled his pants. Her teeth took hold of the zipper and dropping to her knees she unzipped his pants and pushed them off his hips.

“Commando,” she smiled

“Comm…”

“Smith, stop.”

“Stop?”

“Stop accessing information. Now is the time to experience it. Be quiet and”

“What are you doing?”

“I can’t talk now Smith, I’m busy.”

“Delete?”

She slid her mouth over him

“Delete.”

She slid her mouth down on him and felt him rise up to meet her. Her hands felt the muscles tense in his thighs.

He exhaled sharply.

She moaned softly. He responded to the sensation, the vibration of her moaning. Sliding down on him again, she pulled him deeper into her mouth. He responded with more tension and another guttural sound, somewhere between and moan and a growl. First she pulled up and then slid down again. Each time he tensed further and she could feel the sweat forming on his legs where she held him. Her hands slid up to his buttocks and squeezed him closer to her. He made a new sound she liked even more than the last one. Her groan in response sent new sensations into him.

Then she did nothing. He waited. She waited.

“Delete?”

“Hmmmm” was her response.

“Oh…” he responded groaning again. He waited. She waited. He put his hands on her head and nudged her down slightly. Obliging she slid down and then she waited. He waited. He took her head in his hands and pulled her up slightly. Sucking hard she obliged again and pulled up enjoying his responsive groan. Again she waited. He waited. Still she waited. He grabbed her head, tangling his fingers into her hair and pushed her down, hard. She slid over him and let him slide down her throat. Moaning more he pulled her up and pushed her down again. She cooperated with his direction and he released deep into her throat. She swallowed. His legs were shaking and sweating while she slid up, sucking gently. Letting him go she slithered up the length of his body until her face was an inch from his.

“Yummy.”

“Really?”

“Yes.”

“Delete?”

“Yes Smith?”

“What was that?”

“Orgasm.”

“Orgasm: to grow ripe, be lustful; intense or paroxysmal emotional excitement; the climax of sexual excitement typically occurring toward the end of coitus.” He paused again and took a breath. “Delete. That does not begin to describe it.”

“No Smith, it doesn’t, and that experience will pale in comparison to what is yet to come.” She growled at him sensually. “Taste.” She licked him and wrapped her arms around his neck. “One of the many pleasures of procreation. Next time you can taste me.”

“I cannot participate. Permission denied.”

“Too late for that Smith.” She took his hand in hers and opened it up. A few of her blonde hairs were tangled into his fingers. She untangled them and held them up in front of him then swirled them down back into the palm of his hand and closed his fingers around them. “You already participated, but don’t worry, I won’t tell.” Kissing him fervently and passionately she vanished.

He stood with his pants around his ankles, his jacket on the floor behind him and his shirt unbuttoned. He opened his hand and looked. The hairs were still there. “She is real?” he questioned and he blew the hairs off his hand and watched them drift to the ground. He dressed and returned to the complex.

‘Report. What did you observe?’

The top of her head flashed through his mind and he almost smiled but then reported:

‘Procreation involves multiple senses. Taste is primary to procreation. Procreation is intended to be pleasurable for the participants.’

Brown interrupted. ‘That is a conclusion. You have been ordered to report observation.’

‘Observation: an act of recognizing and noting a fact or occurrence often involving measurement.’ Brown paused, ‘What did you observe?’

Smith growled. ‘I am your superior. I am will report to the mainframe only.’

‘Report.’

‘Female object of observation performed Oral Sex on male.’ Then he gave a detailed account of the events in third person as an observer.

‘Does this satisfy hunger? Would this be an appropriate new food source?’ The mainframe inquired.

‘Does not satisfy physical hunger. Does not provide sufficient nutrient.’

‘Purpose?’

‘Requires conclusion. Purpose unknown.’

Downtime