Total Recall
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NOTES:
This story is heavily inspired by Phillip Dick's short story "We Can
Remember It for You Wholesale" and the subsequent Arnie film. I know the
idea isn't in itself a new one, but as far as I remember nobody has used the
idea for Fictionmania stories yet... I'm hoping that the 'Total Recall' shop
could become the high tech version of 'Spells 'R Us' and a new universe to
write about. Email me ([email protected])and let me know what
you think! Can be archived anywhere that's free to access provided I get a
mention as the author...
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Total Recall
by Susan Johnson
It was another cold October night as I wandered home from work. Once
winter had properly set in and rain began to fall, it became increasingly
difficult to get a cab home. Tonight was typical - the harsh biting wind and
the lash of cold rain against my cheeks had made the supply of taxis
evaporate into the ether.
I walked over to the Subway station and descended down the steps into the
station. As I made my way below ground level the wind subsided and the
welcome warmth of the station enveloped me. I walked through the station
past the security scanners which confirmed I was carrying nothing
suspicious, and of course, deducted the right number of credits from my
account. At least my luck was in with the trains - as I stepped onto the
platform a train arrived so I was able to step straight onto the train without a
pause.
The doors of the train remained open for a while - sensors had detected a
frail old lady descending the stairs and held the train in place until she
reached the platform - and while she was inching her way onto the train I let
my gaze wander around the carriage.
Infoscreens were positioned on either side of the carriage doors and whilst I
normally ignored them, tonight my boredom made me more aware of the
content of the commercials playing on them. It seemed that a new company
called 'Recall' were advertising brain implants of experiences and situations
to people who, for whatever reason couldn't experience those situations first
hand.
This seemed to be a wonderful idea - the main point of the message seemed to
be about having a holiday without the bother and expense of travel, but I had
an altogether different idea for one of their implants.
The next morning I went straight to the Recall office. A bored but attractive
receptionist took my details and directed me to a seat. I glanced around the
room, taking in the shining walls and expensive deep pile carpet. Everything
seemed very new; the potted plants had no natural light yet had not even
begun to wilt. I glanced back at the receptionist. She was dark with long hair
which fell in a cascade around her face. The low cut top gave a view of a
magnificent cleavage and I began to mentally think of a line to ask her on a
date.
Instead though, her eyes caught mine and the withering look on her face and
the clear sneer of comtempt made me think again. Clearly she wanted
someone who could afford the 'real thing' rather than a cheap memory
implant.
My attention was dragged away from her when someone tapped me on the
arm and asked, "Mr Quaid? I believe you have an appointment?"
I turned to face him and saw a young, slick salesman in a sharp shiny suit. I
took an instant dislike in him but turned to follow him anyway. He led me
into a small office and bade me sit down in a huge leather chair. He took a
seat behind a large oak desk and pressed a hidden button. Immediately a
projector began to beam a holographic image of the Recall logo into the air
above the desk.
"So, what can we do for you?" he began. "Fancy a holiday without any
inconveniences, delays or problems?"
I stopped him abruptly. "What I'm after is a bit different," I began. "I want
to know what it's like to be a woman. I want memories of growing up as a
girl, going to school as a girl, getting married as the bride, the whole works.
I want a lifetime's memories of being female."
I could feel myself going red as I explained my deepest fantasy. To his
credit, the salesman didn't flinch, but his manner changed slightly and I
could see the hint of a sardonic grin developing on his face.
"I'm sure we can do that," he began. "But it'll cause some mental confusion
if we place memories of one existence alongside your real experiences. The
two can't gel together. This leaves two options; either we over-write your
real childhood and leave you as a very confused male who thinks he's a girl,
or we add some possible events into your memories instead - along the lines
you've suggested."
This sounded well thought out - had this guy done this before? Before I
could ask the question the salesman chipped in again.
"You're probably wondering if we've done anything like this before..." he
continued. "It's not exactly an everyday request, but yes we've done a few."
He presssed a button and the spinning logo image was replaced with the
receptionists's face. "Janice, could you dig out the fantasy range?" he asked
her. "We'll need the TG/TS and CD chipsets."
Her withering look had worsened. Her eyes caught mine for a moment before
her image was replaced once more with the logo and in that second she made
me feel like a worthless insect.
I felt it was time to be a little more assertive. "How do I know this'll work?"
I asked.
"We'll implant a temporary entry as a demonstration. It'll be rejected after a
week or so but will give you an idea of what we can do."
He led me through to a different room and made me sit down in a fearsome
chair not unlike a psychiatrist's couch after an accident with a CAT scanning
machine. An assistant then took my arms and legs and tied them down, I
noted with alarm. Before I could complain though, another assistant injected
me with a liquid that immeduately knocked me out cold.
When I cam to I felt very odd and woozy. I had been released from the
machine and was slumped back in the leather chair in his office. The greasy
salesman made me a coffee and asked me how I felt.
"A bit strange, but OK, I guess," I answered. "Did it work?"
"You tell me!" he answered. "What happened to you last month? Remember
that lottery win and what happened afterwards?"
I mulled through my memories and suddenly I knew what he was talking
about. There was a moment where I had no recollection at all and suddenly I
knew all of thr details. I could remember so vividly I couldn't work out how
it could have slipped my memory even for a moment.
The previous month I had won 20000 credits on the lottery and had gone into
a bar to celebrate. I had only had one drink when this stunning woman came
over to me. She was about 6 feet tall, very slim but with large perfect breasts
and long blonde hair which cascaded over her shoulders in a golden
shimmer. She was wearing a black leather dress which looked as if it had
been painted onto her, it was so tight.
Her legs were astonishing and she was wearing the highest high heels I had
ever seen. "Hi, gorgeous!" she said in a sultry voice. "Let me buy you a
drink."
I was so stunned I didn't say a word and I watched as she swayed her hips as
she went over to the bar. She returned with a beer which I gulped down
quickly. Suddenly something was horribly wrong.
I passed out and I realised with horror that the drink was drugged. I awoke to
find myself tied down to a table in a dark room. "Welcome back sweetie!" I
heard her say but couldn't see her, or indeed anything else. The only light
was directly overheard and it only illuminated the table I was on. "You're
probably wondering what's going on. Well remember that girl you dumped
when you were 18? That girl you called a freak for her oversized breasts?
That girl was me. I spent so long crying over you that I lost two years of my
life and eventually had surgery to rid me of the pain you gave me. Well now
for your punishment. You're gonna find out what it's like to lose two years
of your life because of big breasts."
I passed out again and came to in the same room. I had no concept of time
but I felt so tired I figured it must have been night time.
"AHA!" I heard her voice again. "Baby's awake! Well sit up and admire the
new you!"
I sat up and was immediately aware of major discomfort. I looked down and
found two of the biggest breasts I had ever seen sticking out of my naked
chest. The words 'beach balls' crossed my mind and in horror I began to
scan the rest of my body.
The voice boomed out again. "Don't worry. The rest of you is still the same.
That's what will make *you* a freak! It takes two years for those breasts to
be reabsorbed by your body and reduced to a normal size - so you'll suffer
just like I did and for just as long!"
I began to shout and complain but had to stop for two reasons. First, those
giant breasts were wobbling alarmingly and pulling me forward, but also the
voice boomed out again.
"Your bra is in the corner. I suggest you take it as you won't find another to
fit you anywhere!"
As she said this a door opened in the corner of the room. It opened straight
ont the street and I could see people moving outside. I was still naked so I
glanced around the room for clothes.
In the corner was the bra, just as she had mentioned. The cups were vast -
my head would have fitted easily with room to spare - so I knew she was
right about ever finding another to fit.
I struggled into the unfamiliar garment and found a moment of blessed relief
as those giant breasts were supported, before an ache in my shoulders and
back began to appear.
I looked around for other clothes but all I could see was a T shirt and a very
short tennis skirt. There was no other underwear and the only shoes were a
pair of high heels.
I struggled into the clothes and made my way outside. I had no money and no
idea where I was. I had no hope of finding assistance - everyone I passed
either ignored me, laughed or attempted to attack me - forcing me to break
into a very inelegant run in those awful high heels. I eventually found a
computerised Johnnycab which only made a reference to the weather before
running me home.
I let myself in with a palm print on the hand scanner and tore off the skirt.
The T shirt had ripped against the pressure from those massive breasts, and
the bra was plainly visible. I laid down on the bed and surveyed the awful
breasts I had to live with for the next two years. They really were huge and I
had no way I could disguise them. How could I get rid of them sooner? The
medical service would take too long on the waiting list and I couldn't afford
private care.....
or could I?
I remembered my lottery win and immediately rang a private hospital. It took
the whole of the next day and the remainder of my win to remove those
enormous breasts and restore my chest to its normal shape, but it was worth
it.
Suddenly a voice broke into my train of thought. "Well, Mr Quaid?" asked
the salesman. "Did it work? Do you remember Sandy and those huge breasts
she gave you? And the lottery win to pay for their removal?"
I was very confused. "You mean that didn't really happen?"
"Of course not," replied the salesman. "We implanted it. How likely is it that
a beautiful girl is going to do all that 25 years after you dump her in the same
week you get the funds to correct it? So will you go ahead with the implant?"
"Wow!" was all I could say.
"Well don't give us an answer now." said the salesman. He could sense a
guaranteed sale, I'm sure. "Take a few days to think over whether you want
the full deal and let us know."
He handed me a printout of what they thought I'd like.
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RECALL IMPLANT ITINERARY
Older relative imposing 'Petticoat 500 credits
Punishment' each summer over 5 years
Teenage Girlfriend with lesbian 1500 credits
fantasy - forced to wear her
school uniform for sex
First wife - humiliation as male 2000 credits
maid and makes you marry her as the bride
Office colleague sees your bra thru 1000 credits
clothes and blackmails you into
dressing up for her
"There's loads more we can do - if you can think of it, we can make you
think it happened!" he grinned.
As I turned to leave, he through me over a small bag. I opened it and inside
was the giant bra I remembered.
"See, we'll even through in items confirming the memories, at no extra
cost!" he continued.
I walked out of the door slowly, salivating over the list of choices. I could
already think of loads more ideas for experiences... I could hear the
salesman's voice as I walked away up the mall. "He'll be back!"
(the end)
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