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Day 39, Friday
Chastity didn't have much appetite at breakfast. Jazz stole a sausage.
She said, "If you're not going to eat it, I will."
"I have some news about the baby," Chastity said. "It's not good
news."
Joi sat at the table with Baby Drake. "Out with it."
"I might be wrong. But there's a little boy who's a regular at my
coffee cart. He's sick."
Joi made hand motions, 'Roll film.'
"The baby is a blended bodice - can provide body parts for two people
without fear of tissue rejection."
"And?"
"Drake McCarthy has a son. Who is dying of a curable genetic disease.
The cure -" Chastity pointed to Baby Drake. "- comes from donor
tissue."
Joi let the baby suck on the other breast. "You're saying my mom
fucked Mr. McCarthy? Ew. I remember him. He was old. In a wheelchair?
Oxygen bottles. Ew, ew." She shut her eyes. "And that would make Drake
my brother. Oh, fuck me." She sighed. "Fuck my life." She handed the
baby to Chastity and fled the room.
"What's wrong?" Chastity asked.
"She's been having sex with Drake ever since she, you know, started
stripping. He dips his wick in all the girls." Jazz got up. "Hold that
thought."
Chastity held the baby. After a moment, the milk let down and she fed
the baby.
********
"You're elected," Jazz said. She handed Chastity a genetics testing
kit. "Get genetic material from Drake Sr."
"Why can't Joi do it?" Chastity asked. "She works with him."
"Because the easiest way to collect this sample is to have sex with
the man. And to run his spoog through the kit."
Oh.
"And don't delay," Jazz said. "I've never seen her this upset. It
would be nice to science this shit out directly. Confirm or deny the
incest." Jazz took the baby. "Joi will feed him." She smiled. "Little
baby, let's go visit auntie."
********
Chastity rang the doorbell. Drake answered.
"You're the sitter? Come in, come in."
"No, I'm, ah. You need a sitter?"
"Just for an hour or so. Body Rentals said they couldn't send anyone
over though. Short notice, short workday."
"I can sit. I'm not from Body Rentals, though."
"You have a certificate?"
"A childcare certificate."
"Nurse's Aide?"
"No."
Drake made a decision. "It's only for an hour. Maybe two. How much do
you charge?" He pulled out his wallet.
"No charge. I do want something, though." Chastity pushed him to the
bedroom.
********
Drake let her test him but he insisted that she test herself, too.
"Why all the extra swabs?" he asked.
"I'm a hobbyist. Genealogical Research Society."
********
He was a more thoughtful lover than Roy. But that wasn't saying much.
She'd had more fun in the gang bang.
********
"Hi Reginald. Whatcha doin'?"
"Debbie!"
"I'm only Debbie at the coffee cart. You can call me Chastity."
"That's a stupid name. You just had sex with my dad."
"You were supposed to be so involved in your video game that you
didn't notice."
"I'm dying; I'm not deaf." He paused the game. Call of the Void.
She sat next to him. "You're not dying."
"I am. Unless I kill another child."
"That baby was grown specifically for this purpose."
"That doesn't make it any less evil." He shut the game down. "Stupid
game, anyway. Everybody dies."
"It's a pretty day outside. Let's go meet my boss." Chastity put
Reginald in the stroller and bundled him up.
Chastity gave the test kits to Jazz. "I don't know which one's mine
and which one's his."
Jazz looked at the child in the stroller.
"Oh, yes, hellos. Reginald, this is Jazz. She's a good friend of mine.
Jazz, this is Reginald, Drake's son. I'm child-sitting while Big Drake
goes to the pharmacy."
Reginald looked puzzled. "I thought you said Joi Tupper lived here."
"She does."
"Can I see the monsters before we see your boss?"
Jazz introduced Reginald to each monster.
********
"Hi, Two Debs. This is Reginald."
"Why is a teenager working the desk here?" Reginald asked.
"Why is this child in a stroller?" Two Debs asked.
"Because I'm dying."
Two Debs looked up at Chastity. "You found the donee?"
Chastity said, "I think so."
"Reginald, do you have questions?" Two Debs came around and sat next
to Reginald.
"You're a meat robot?"
Two Debs nodded. "Essentially, yes. I mind this bodice. I keep it
healthy and fit in case it's ever needed."
"You're just a girl. Why aren't you in school?"
"I'll be fully grown soon. They harvested my other bodice last month."
"Did it hurt?"
"Yes, but not the way you think. People say hurtful things. They get
sad. Some of them get mad. One of my donees was attacked because the
world thinks what we do is evil. They tried to kill her."
"But killed you instead."
"They didn't kill me. They killed the bodice I was minding but I have
a new bodice now."
"Will my ... meat robot get a new bodice too?"
"If the insurance company pays for it. But." She got down to his
level. "You may not need it. If they fix what is wrong with you, you
won't need another bodice."
"One evil act and I can live."
"Someone filled your head with propaganda."
Reginald nodded. "My nurse. She says everything you tell me is
propaganda too."
Two Debs and Chastity shared a look. A notice came up on Chastity's
specs. Two Debs sent her a text. 'I am reporting that nurse.'
Chastity nodded.
Reginald said, "I'm ... very sorry you have to die."
"Everyone dies, Reginald. A few of us have a purpose in life before we
die. If you're going to live, make it a good life, okay? I bet that
little Drake agrees with me. Would you like to talk with him? I can
set up a phone conversation - of sorts. We can let him run my bodice
for a moment."
"No!" Reginald shook his head vigorously. Then, overcome with
curiosity, he said, "His name is Drake?"
"I am Two Debs. He is Drake 2."
"He's my dad's ... bodice?"
"He's a blended clone. They took genetic information from you and your
father - to make a donor bodice that will heal you. Should heal you.
Sometimes they need to do it twice. Your anime - animated medical
clone - is called Drake 2. That way your father's insurance can pay
for it."
"My mom didn't have to die?"
"No, sweetie. You're mom's accident was a horrible, terrible thing.
But she didn't die so you could live."
"They gave me her liver."
"She didn't need it any more. Do you think she would have said, 'No.
Keep it. Let him be sick?'"
"I miss her."
Two Debs nodded. "Kinda sucks, doesn't it?"
They sat for a while. Reginald cried.
********
Jazz was gone when Chastity returned. Chastity sat with Joi. They fed
the baby together. Then they played a zombie shooter on the living-
room console.
Joi refused to talk about it. She didn't want Chastity to talk about
it, either.
********
When Jazz came home she said, "I have bad news, worse news, and news
that really sucks. Two line items that almost amount to good news."
Joi asked, "What is the good news?"
"Are you sure? Because once I open this can, dogs and cats living
together, worms ... from here to Omaha."
Joi gave her the look.
"Right. On the plus side, your mom didn't sleep with Mr. McCarthy.
Banish the vision of Tisanee with bottles of oxygen and that nasty
smelly wheelchair."
"Who?"
Jazz sighed. "I found Brennan's son. Drake."
Joi sat down. "This just gets worse and worse."
"Yeah. Brennan fucked all the little boys and girls in this
neighborhood. Why would he leave your mom out?"
Joi said, "Brennan and Mrs. McCarthy?"
Jazz shrugged.
"I finally have something on that old busybody and I can't use it."
"Why not?"
"It's too horrible to think about. It's...." Joi's eyes settled on
Chastity. "Oh, no."
Chastity laughed nervously. "I guess that means no more sex, yuh? Ew.
I had sex with Drake, too." She looked at Jazz. "Thanks."
Jazz said, "Cheer up, campers. One other bit of good news. Envelope,
please." Jazz produced another genetics report. "Brennan is not your
father." She said this to Chastity.
"I don't know whether to laugh or cry," Chastity said.
"Lebar Tupper was your father."
"We're sisters?" Joi said.
"Sort of. No direct genetic connection. But you share a half-sister,
each of you. Marion."
"I thought we were going to have to put a dick on Joi to give Brennan
a son." Chastity said. She laughed nervously.
"You knew I was Brennan's git?" Joi asked.
"I kinda suspected. Recently." Since replaying Tisanee's X-rated game.
"Um, change of subject. We found Brennan's boy. Now, what?"
********
"Are you ready to party?" The Chief Social Officer for Bandersnatch
Games held up two arms. He made the crowd cheer. He asked them to do
it again. "Louder! They can't hear you up in Worser Bad." After that
he said, "Welcome to Novembercon Seven! It used to be named Leper-con,
but the Irish objected to our use and abuse of lepers. First, a
shoutout to all the folks who helped set this up. A shoutout to our
concessionaires and vendors. They work for tips, folks. Be generous.
My name is Harsh. Many of you know me by that name. Harsh out, dude. A
little known secret? Harsh is my first name." He paused. "Yeah, my
parents hated me. My family name is incomprehensible, in the language
of the Old Ones."
He waited for the crowd to quiet. "For those of you following the
news, Bandersnatch Games has been bought out. A hostile take-over,
folks. Now, before everyone starts leaving, I have good news." He
waited. "A minority shareholder became majority shareholder. We are
now part of the Diversified Hospitality umbrella corporation. Erm,
wait, Umbrella, a poor choice of words. No actual zombies are planned
or expected. Our new keymasters share the Bandersnatch view of this
universe. I'm announcing three new games slotted for development.
We're hiring, folks, not laying off. Expanding, diversifying, and
restructuring. As part of your new health benefits package, most of
you will be screened for the rejuvenation process. Our new overmind
will pay for it. He expects all new hires to undergo the process, and
most of us old-timers. I'll let him speak for himself. A round of
applause, please, for Mr. Smoke."
Chastity was busy with three orders at her coffee cart, so she didn't
glance up to see who the new boss was. But the voice was one from her
nightmares.
"Hello. I'm John Smoke. Mr. Mirrors is behind the scenes." He
chuckled. "Welp. That joke fell flat. Anyone here with a biometrics-
capable secretary recognizes me by now. I'm a former felon and
mindwipe. I'm told my name was Brennan Giles. I was ... a news item in
my day. Frankly, I don't remember much about it." He paused. "I think
they do that on purpose?"
He waited for the laughter to die down. "This is the land of
opportunity. A person like me," he pointed to himself, "can become ... a
person like me. I'm not looking back; I'm looking forward. You should,
too. Bandersnatch Games has had a good run. It's going to get better.
One of the three games I want to develop is a G-rated version of
PASsport. Something safe for work - safe for our children. A little
bit less sexy, a little less gore. We're still keeping the old game as
an upgrade to the new game. And, of course, development still
continues for the next gen release of PASsport XXX.
"I was gratified as a minority shareholder that upper management
listened to me. So, we will be keeping most of them on the payroll,
including the CEO, who is out there someplace. By the way, I'm told
there's a contest? Your CEO is in disguise. Any Bandersnatch employee
who ID's him can enter drawing. Ten thousand dollar prize." He paused.
"No layoffs are pending at the moment and none are planned in the near
future. All of you will keep your jobs. Some of you will get a lateral
transfer. I'm pulling talent off to other projects. Bandersnatch will
also continue to plug local events and businesses in Fairview. The
next showcased event is...." He listened to his earpiece. "That isn't
even in Fairview." He listened some more. "Oh, but I'm told that it
draws people to the businesses here. It's called the Sausage Boil,
a.k.a. Wurst Bad, upvalley in Worser Bad. I expect easter eggs in all
our games, special events and costumes. NPCs. The whole treatment." He
looked around. "Where's my beer?"
A woman dressed as a female Grendel handed Brennan a plastic cup. He
raised the cup in a toast. "I'm told you have to pay for your drinks
tonight. The first two are on me, gentle people. Carry on! Tip the
wait staff. Some of them are family. Which doesn't say much in this
valley. We're all related, one way or another."
********
Brennan owns Bandersnatch Games?
And he knows about me? Suddenly Chastity felt very exposed.
********
During the concert, business fell off. But on the breaks between sets
it picked back up again.
After Meat Saw finished their Amputation Tour album, Brennan showed
up.
Chastity took a cleansing breath and faced him. "Hello, Mr. Smoke,"
she said mechanically. "I'm Debbie. What can I get for you?"
He smiled. "You are Debbie in the same way that I am Smoke."
"It's the name on my work ID."
"I remember a different name. Princess."
Chastity sighed. "Are you here to gloat? Do you want coffee?"
"This is a friendly visit, majority shareholder to entry-level
employee. How is my favorite prospective daughter-in-law?"
"I'm having a Debbie day."
Brennan laughed. "Gimme a horchata, Debbie. I hear you found my son?"
"Yuh. I'm not him."
"You never were."
"How much do you remember?" She bent and retrieved his cold drink.
Brennan smiled. "Who is your intended?" He put a thousand in the till.
"Drake McCarthy. Why am I hooking up with him?"
"It's that or hooking. Your choice, Princess. Two granddaughters - or
thirty customers a day."
"You want grand ... children. Why me?"
"Because my grandson likes you." He saluted with his horchata. "You
were my pilot project, feasibility study. I want to see how truly
female you really are." He smiled. "Can you get pregnant? Can you
carry to term? Is the DNA yours or is it artificial?" His expression
changed, from amused to deadly. "More than one way to make a man
disappear."
"You ... set me up. From the beginning?"
"Girlie, I set you up starting at age nine. We took a small detour due
to the vigors of overzealous law enforcement. But the science improved
while we waited." He openly ogled Chastity's body. "You and Drake will
make a cute couple. Put a run on the man. Seduce him. Wed him. That's
your new purpose. Got it?"
Chastity sighed. She was hoping for relief from her Z-guns. She didn't
feel one.
Brennan stood beside Chastity and posed for a selfie. He squeezed her
arse as he did this. "Smile, Princess. I expect full dipping
privileges. Before and after the wedding."
********
The cramps hit right after that. It was like that time she'd been been
wrestling JV and taken a forearm to the balls. A heavy ache. A sick
feeling. Sharp pains in her back. Chastity smelled blood. She felt it
- hot and wet and leaking down her leg? Ew. She flipped the sign on
her cart.
'Back in five minutes. Have you tried a Wild Coffee?'
She fled to the toilet.
There was a line for the women's convenience room. There was also a
line for the family toilet. Chastity ducked into the men's room. There
were men in here but a toilet stall was open.
The men's room smelled like vomit and stale urine.
One of the men said, "Are you lost, darlin'?"
"Sorry. I'm dying here." Chastity went into the stall. Disgusting. She
flushed the toilet and cleaned the seat with toilet paper. Skirt,
down, and then off. She hung it from the hook on the door. She hung
her purse from the same hook.
Her panties were a bloody mess. Blood everywhere. On her thighs, in
the crack of her arse.... She cleaned up as best she could, using make-
up wipes and toilet paper.
When she peed, it was orange with blood.
Was that normal?
Chastity wrapped the bloody wad of wipes and toilet paper in more
toilet paper. She considered her panties. Panties off. She put them in
with the other bloody remains. She chose a pad.
Which size?
Was this heavy flow? Chastity had no idea. But it wasn't light flow.
She lined her panty with a medium panty liner and stepped into it.
Backwards.
Oof. Panties off, reversed, and then back on again. She stepped into
the skirt and adjusted it.
When she came out of the stall, two men clapped. Until they saw the
blood.
"Did you just have a miscarriage?" one of them asked.
"Yuh," Chastity said. "I left the coat hanger in the stall."
"Don't put that mess in our trash can."
"Where should I put it? On the floor?" Chastity dumped her rubbish in
the bin. She washed her hands at the sink.
"Lady, you should leave."
"Look," Chastity said while drying her hands. "I'm a food-service
worker. I'm washing. Take pictures if you like. The line to the ladies
is forty deep. There's, what, twelve urinals in here?"
"Eight."
"And six stalls. There's eight stalls in the women's room. Total."
Chastity grinned as she saw another woman dodge into the stall she'd
just vacated. "Get used to it."
********
She'd never posed for so many pictures in her life. Nearly all of the
men - and some women - groped her arse while they took the picture. It
seemed like a contest. How often could a Bandersnatch employee get her
to bend for a cold drink? How often could they peer into her cleavage
while avoiding eye contact? Who could voice the cheesiest come-on?
Most of the men who did make eye contact were creepers.
Business was hopping, though. Chastity kept the grumblers running
supplies all night.
She sent the tip jar back with the grumblers four times. She'd never
had to empty a full tip jar in the middle of a shift before.
********
Brennan came up. "Are you still on shift? I like your work ethic."
"A strict upbringing." She knew better than to antagonize him
needlessly.
Brennan chuckled. "What's your girliest drink?" he asked.
"I recommend the white mocha Christmas spice with a pixie-bread straw,
whipped cream and two kinds of sprinkles."
"Give one to this young lady."
"Give it to her?" Chastity punched it in her machine.
"I put a thou in your tip jar. You can afford to be generous."
Chastity nodded. She handed the coffee to a woman dressed in cosplay.
The same one who had handed Brennan his beer on stage. The woman
looked drunk. And a little nervous. Chastity asked, "Do you want a
chair, miss?"
"Um. Sure. Having trouble focusing. The lights are all so glittery."
Brennan laughed. "Watch your beer, miss. People put all sorts of
things in a young woman's drink." He helped Chastity pull the seat out
from under the cart. Then he left. "Have a Debbie day." He saluted
with two fingers and twisted.
"Are you his date tonight or his escort?" Chastity asked between
customers.
"Neither. Don't tell anyone but I'm the CEO."
"You're the one everyone's trying to ID? Ten-thousand dollar prize?"
The woman giggled. "Yes."
"Huh." Chastity used her specs to take a picture of the CEO. She used
this picture to enter the contest.
"I think I'm drunk," she said. "Only had one beer."
"Used to be a dude?" Chastity asked.
"Yah." The woman fanned herself. "Still am." She waggled her tits.
"These come off starting next week."
"Good disguise. Anyone ID you yet?"
"Nope."
"Personal question but are you pissing orange?"
"Yes. How did you know?"
Chastity smiled. "I hope you studied the fine print on that contract."
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