1. Synthetic Hours


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

    rested and still mentally sapped, but it didn't really appeal. She chose not to respond, and instead went back to the coffee shop. Black, two shots of espresso. She could feel it corroding her teeth and stomach, the way she likes. Violet sat and tried to study a while longer. It was obvious that it wasn't working though . Her mind was as dull and lifeless as the city. She needed to spend some time in someone else's. This was a bad idea, but she decided to pick up an extra shift. All the students did it, but Violet was becoming dependent on it. The truth of it was, she loved her night job. The train ride back to the farm took almost forty minutes, and dropped Violet in the front lobby of HourZero's corporate headquarters, where she disembarked. She worked at the central sleep farm, which was housed in the sub-basement of the tower . Not dressed like a typical employee of the above-ground levels of the building, nor anyone who had business there, Violet made her way quickly to the elevators. Once safely into the labyrinth of naked concrete tunnels, she moved more casually. When sleepers pick up a shift, they get to choose their client – it's one of the ways the company encourages its employees to give more of their time. Violet arrived in the deserted locker-room on floor S-7, changed into clean scrubs, took her hair down and started to put her wires on, as she turned to check the board. The bright display hurt her eyes, in the dim light of the locker-room. There weren't many ...
    clients available who could work for Violet. One was Alyssa Waters. She was truly odd. High sex drive, high self worth, very low expressional inhibition threshold, politically active, requests six to nine hours of sleep a day, and she herself only slept when she couldn't find compatible sleepers. Despite her unusual traits, Alyssa really was the most suitable choice, so Violet grabbed her name off the screen, slid it onto her own pad, carried the small device with her to an empty bed, and plugged it in to the socket. As the bed lit up, she prepared for another few cycles in this woman's dreams. She bit her lip as she lay down, wondering what would happen this time, then plugged herself in. The bed activated with a familiar soft, high-pitched whirr, and momentarily, Violet was falling into darkness. --- Deep in Alyssa's thoughts, Violet found herself somewhere hot, and humid. The environment was still dark and not yet full formed. As the setting assembled, the dream's tone was intensity rising. A massive ballroom, dazzling with firelight and music surround ed Alyssa. Everyone was masked. The women were gowned beautifully, the men dressed in elegant, formal uniforms. Torches burned bright and hot along the walls, the heat of the room near blistering with bodies and sweat. A nightingale sang upon the stage, smoky jazz falling smoothly off h er lips. It was then that Violet noticed the nudity of the body she was wearing. Alyssa was completely naked. Well, here's a n interesting ...
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