1. Synthetic Hours


    Date: 8/28/2015, Categories: Fantasy & Sci-Fi, Author: TheScheherezadeFeint, Rating: , Source: LushStories

    Flashing blue light and a blasting alarm jarred Violet awake. The light turned red, bathing the bare walls in a hellish glow. Shift change. Two hundred people were waking up, removing their wires, pulling back the sheets. Within seconds, the concrete chamber was echoing with the sound of hundreds of feet clad in traction socks landing upon its floor. Violet looked at the dimly illuminated screen at the foot of her bed. 'Alyssa J. Waters.' it read, displaying the woman's photo and authorized personal information - which wasn't much. Alyssa's dreams had been more than rough that night, they'd been downright terrifying. At least I'm getting a bonus for that, Violet thought. She double checked the screen before turning it off and removing it, just to make sure a nightmare had been recorded. It had. She was sick of working for a corporate farm like HourZero, but they gave her the benefits she needed, and their client screening process was halfway decent. “Morning,” Miranda greeted her. “Morning.” Violet admired her ass through lilac scrubs on the way to the locker-room. By the time they arrived, it was completely full. Passing through the jungle of tile and stainless steel, it took a long few minutes to reach their lockers, where they clocked out and retrieved their belongings. “Scrubs?” Violet asked, not wanting to bother dressing. “Sure.” Both women struggled out of the churning mass of female bodies, flying metal doors and flickering lights. When they were clear of the noise, ...
    Miranda said, “I have some errands to run. I'll catch up with you later.” “See you at home,” Violet said. They both laughed, as it was rare that either roommate set foot in the apartment. Violet went about her day. Coffee at the corner, then the library. Studying was an increasing challenge. Her body was awake and well rested, but she rarely got more than one or two hours of good sleep a night, for herself. Her mind was wandering; wondering what kind of a person would have dreams like those she got the night before. Who was Alyssa Waters? It's not important, she thought. Midterms are important. Finals. Getting into law school. All these thoughts lasted only a few minutes, just like her focus. Violet slammed her books closed and took a deep breath. She knew better than to try harder, and just packed up. The apartment's heavy security door slammed behind Violet, who was already sprawled across the couch. She put on the news, and listened to the latest epidemics, rioting, storm warnings, stock updates and sports scores. Eventually, she fell softly asleep under its pseudo-melodic drone. Violet slept poorly. She was as tense and knotted as her body, even in the beginnings of a dream. Frequent lucid dreaming was a common side-effect of sleeper work, and she could never get any rest that way. Allowing her hand to slide down her body, she hoped for a bit of relaxation through pleasure. She turned off the television, and called on the most erotic imagery she'd pulled from the minds of ...
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