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The Slavering, Chapter 02
Tesla climbed the stairs ahead of Cheri. "I live on the fifth floor of a
three-story building." She gestured downward. "It was a four-story
building before they raised the street level. Underground Fairview is the
original street level."
Cheri trudged up the steps. "Eh?"
"They added two stories on the corner of this building." She opened the
security door. "Eighty years ago. The building is much older than that.
Chinese. She pointed to the scrollwork. The name translates to Empress or
Phoenix-Bird, depends on who you ask. She rapped the side of the
building." Brick. "One of a few buildings to survive the fires. You can
still see scorch marks, where the rest of Fairview burned."
Cheri looked at the first room. "An office?"
"A movie set of an office. Don't look in the drawers. You don't want to
know. These aren't walls; they're partitions." She pointed. The roof was
five meters up. The walls only extended to half of that. She walked
through a door to the Great Room. Tesla pointed out movie sets as they
walked through. "Bedroom set, stage, with stripper poles today, living
room set, shower, kitchen or bar. There's a loft and two other bedroom
sets."
"What kind of movies?" Cheri picked at clothes on the bed in the bedroom
set.
"Don't touch that. I've seen where it's been." She shook her head. "Porn
movies. Soaps. A few made-for-3D movies on IBC."
"You live on a porn set." Cheri stopped at the shower, near the middle of
the room, visible from all sides.
"That's called a panopticon. For shower scenes, obviously."
"Where do you shower?" Cheri pushed a camera bot aside with her toes. It
was following too closely. She was concerned about up-skirt footage.
"Here. They haven't finished the shower in my room yet. I turn the bots
off first."
"Where's the toilet?"
"Behind the curtain here." She pointed. "Janitor's closet, deep sink,
recycler." She opened a door. "Keep this clean. Empty the recycle bin
frequently. Peltier inspects that first." Tesla pronounced Peltier in the
French way. "Here is the props room, also called Wardrobe. It's usually
locked. Mmn, not today." She opened that door. "Clothes, make-up chair,
scenery. There are fake firearms in here." She shut the door. She walked
through pieces of sectional sofa to a door on the other side of the room.
"This will be your bedroom if you choose to live here."
Cheri looked in. "Fully furnished." She looked up. Partitions for walls.
Not very secure. Surprisingly cool in here. She looked at the loft.
Tesla followed her gaze. "It's hot up there in the summer. Although you
can open the skylight to let the heat out. Walk around on the roof." She
shrugged. "Potted plants up there. Somebody keeps planting tobacco. I
throw 'em to the street when I find 'em. Don't need the DEA dropping in."
"Is there a bed up there?"
Tesla nodded. "They use it for honeymoon scenes. Or somebody's attic. But
you have to climb that ladder up and down. Or use the scissors lift."
"What did they use this room for?" Cheri looked into the room she'd
already decided she would take.
"College dorm. Once you move in, it's yours. They won't open a locked
door."
Cheri checked out the door lock. She'd learned how to open these locks at
age nine. All it needed was a screwdriver. "Looks more like teenaged
girl."
"Multipurpose. I cleaned it myself. That's our job, by the way. We clean
up after every shoot. They have zoombots that mop and vacuum and pick
items from the floor. They also teach aerobics." She smiled. "We clean
the bar, the kitchen, the sofa, and make the beds. Do laundry. What not.
In return, they reduce our rent. Dollar Laundry is at street level but
there's an industrial laundry in the sub-basement. If you're doing set
laundry, you can toss your stuff in for free and they don't complain."
"How much is rent?"
"Twenty-seven thou. But some months I get paid to live here. Movie stars.
It was cool to meet the glitterati, for like, a month. Maybe a season.
But it wears off. It's still cool to see the big names."
********
The security door was open but the screen door was shut. Hease rapped his
knuckles on the door jamb. He said, "Ktok, ktok."
Tantrell called from inside. "It's open."
Hease entered a bungalow apartel, a converted motor hotel from the
previous century. He said, "You're supposed to say, 'Who's there?'"
"Security cams." Tantrell nodded to his work station.
"Moo goo gai pan." Hease placed three bins of Chinese takeout on the TV
tray by Tantrell's work station. "How's the perv business?"
Tantrell shrugged. "Not enough hours in the day." He froze the action in
the 3D field. There was a woman there, partway through the act of
dressing. "Making money. Stuck, though."
"Writer's block?" Hease asked. He sat down. "You ran out of perv?"
Tantrell smiled and shook his head. "When I dial up the difficulty, I
can't beat my own game. I lose all my girls."
"Nerf something."
"Trying to find balance, my friend." Tantrell closed the work station. He
shed his gloves, his phone, his specs. He picked up chopsticks and dug
in. He handed a set of chopsticks to Hease. Tantrell took a bite. He
sighed with distaste. "Doesn't taste as good as I remember."
"Simulator lag," Hease said. "The bane of returning to the real world.
Hot sauce?" He handed Tantrell a tube of SR-71.
They ate in silence. Tantrell threw packaging and food waste into the
recycler. He washed the chopsticks.
"Those are disposable," Hease pointed out.
"Soap is cheaper than maker stock."
"Until you cost out the wastewater processing."
"Truly?" Tantrell put chopsticks into the dish drain. "Show me the
studies."
Hease called up three papers on his specs.
Tantrell put his own specs on and took a gander. "Not convinced," he
said. "The news article was commissioned by Georgia Pacific. The study is
from AgriFood. DNR, though." Tantrell tapped a field that only he and
Hease could see. "That report might be unbiased."
Hease reviewed the paper by DNR.gov. "It says the break-even point is....
Oh. Single-family dwelling."
"It's a wash," Tantrell said, "so I wash. Notice that none of the studies
factor in water usage from the manufacture of maker stock."
Hease said, "It's mostly recycled."
"Mostly. The stock came from trees, originally. The water table is going
down, friend."
"So." Hease cleared the fields on his specs. "Why am I delivering Chinese
today?"
"I need a beta tester."
Hease shook his head. "Mid-terms."
"I can tutor you."
"No offense, but while you are tutoring, you get thirty calls an hour."
"I'll put my specs down."
"After the mid-terms, maybe."
"Who else do you know who games?"
"Tesla."
Tantrell shook his head. "I'm not giving code to that witch. Serious. She
can't stop tinkering. Besides, you think a girl would play Slavering?"
"Don't shut out half your demographic."
"To quote Tesla," Tantrell said, "half of them have been raped. The other
half molested. Girls don't play trafficking sims."
"I'm your second choice, huh?"
Tantrell grinned.
"Tesla has a sister."
"Is she twisted?"
"Pure and uncorrupted."
Tantrell barked with laughter.
"She just discovered boys. She's going to lose that boyfriend, though.
She won't put out."
********
Hease flipped sheets over the bed. "Have you tried anal?"
Cheri said, "Ew." She smoothed out the sheets. Tucked in her side.
"Can't get pregnant." Hease replaced pillow cases.
"Nasty."
"All sex is nasty, cuz. It's messy. Odd odors. I won't even get into the
flavors."
"I suppose you would know." Cheri fitted the bed cover over the bed.
"Anal can be fun." Hease was still struggling with pillows.
"I don't have a prostate."
"You do have fingers." Hease rubbed his crotch with two fingers. He
cupped an imaginary boob with his other hand. His eyes rolled back in
mock ecstasy. "Oh, Brent, you're so big."
"Hush. Someone will hear us."
"We're in a brothel," Hease said. "Who would even notice?"
They went on to check the toiletries. Cheri replaced a bottle of
sanitizer. She refilled a bottle of lube.
Hease said, "I think I found a side gig." He snapped on gloves and
scrubbed the toilet. "Not going to ask?"
"Last time I asked, I ended up working here." Cheri tugged at her
uniform. "Half the customers think I'm available." She dropped three
condoms on the bed table.
They went out to the hallway.
"Serious, though," Hease said. "How's it working with Brent?"
"I'm getting arms like Popeye." Cheri brushed hair from her eyes. "Hurry
up with the recycle." She nodded down the hall. "Vangon is checking the
rooms." She spoke quietly. "If he pinches me one more time," she rubbed
her nose with a gloved hand, "I'll kick you in the fork."
"Why me?" Hease asked with alarm.
"You got me this horrid job."
They talked more about Brent as they worked.
"He wants me to kiss it," Cheri said.
"Not unexpected."
"I might be willing. If he would ever reciprocate."
"He won't go down on you?"
"He won't even finger me."
"Why are you dating him?"
"Starter boyfriend."
"Choose another."
"They all want the same thing. And I don't want to get pregnant."
"If you won't do oral, you have to do anal."
"Bah."
"If you ever need lessons...."
"In anal or giving blowjobs?"
Hease grinned.
Cheri threw a pillow at him. "Can you imagine?" She spoke to an imaginary
person. "Brent, this is my cousin. He's going to show me how to do anal.
Then he'll blow you. Whip it out."
"I wasn't talking about Brent, although, if he doesn't mind, I would do
that for you."
Cheri looked puzzled, then shocked. She threw another pillow. "Private
lessons? Ew." She dodged a pillow that Hease threw back. "I've known you
since, like age six. We may not be actual cousins any more, but, no. And
I'm not going down on one of your boyfriends."
"Offer stands." Hease stripped the pillow case from one of the pillows.
"Head for head. I'll teach you to suck dick. You teach me to eat pussy."
"You already know how to eat pussy." Cheri stripped the other pillow.
"And you know how to suck dick."
"We were nine. What is this side job?"
"Beta testing."
"Knowing you, it's a sex game."
"Yes."
Cheri goggled. Her jaw dropped. Then she recovered, shaking her head. "I
believe, Mr. Giles, you are trying to corrupt me." She batted her eyes.
"We get paid?"
"Yes."
"I'm in. What's the game?"
"The Slavering 2."
"Brent plays that. I looked at the code. Kluge." She shook her head. "Not
interested."
"This is a reboot. Different platform. Tantrell is using personality
emulators from Farside."
"He's using dead people?" She stood tall. "Four score and seven years
ago."
"Durance emulators. Grievance counselors. Recently dead people."
"I wanted to fuck Lincoln."
"Write the code. You'll be a beta tester. Part of the dev team."
"Ayuh. That'll look good on my resume. Slavering 2. Porn sim. How much
does he pay?"
"Minimum wage. Bonuses for bugs and bug bashing. Profit sharing if you
impress him."
"How does he reduce the bloat? Durance files are huge."
"No clue."
"How does he deal with signal lag from Farside?"
"Ask him."
********
"Um, no?" Cheri looked at Hease. "I'm not donning an AVS rig without
looking at the code. Too easy to get hacked."
Tantrell flipped a data packet to Cheri's specs.
"Muji? They crowd-source their code, which can be good or bad. But." She
tapped her specs. "You're not up-to-actual with patches. Look, I'll beta-
test but I'm not wearing a suit."
Hease laid a hand on Cheri's arm. "You can't get pregnant in VR."
"Hell and Halayo. These sims are real. They feel real. I know someone who
got raped while she was immersed and if I hadn't walked in on them she
might never have known." Cheri paused. "It wasn't exactly rape, because
they were dating and having sex. But it wasn't consensual because she had
no idea it was happening at the time."
Tantrell said, "Three-step solution. Turn down the gain. Lock your door.
Don't date creeps?"
"Or don't wear a suit to begin with. Look, I like...." She paused. "To be
honest, I don't think I'm ready to nut to your rape fantasies." She
pointed to Tantrell.
Tantrell said, "Per Hease's suggestion, I crowd-sourced the rape
fantasies. Most of the storyboard, actually."
Cheri rolled her eyes.
"Fifty percent of the crowd was female."
"Dubious."
"You think women don't have fantasies?"
"I think women will tell you what you want to hear. If we get paid."
"I specifically asked for honesty.
Cheri said, "No woman, alive, will tell you...."
Tantrell interrupted. "Durance emulators."
"Dead people? They must be starved for stimulation."
"Some of them, yes. Some want to live, even if it's only in a dating
sim."
"That's how you sold it? A dating sim?" Cheri laughed. "That's evil. Any
of them pissed at you now?"
"Ask them yourself. You don't have to wear a suit, Ms. Smith. The game is
supposed to work in Lo-Res AV, as well as AVS." He passed her the
contract.
Cheri looked at it. "Mind if I pass this to a lexi?"
"Not at all."
"I'll let you know by Monday."
********
Hease finished reviewing the company handbook for Hammock Havoc Games.
For, like, the seventh time. Had to make sure he was coloring inside all
the boxes. He checked his in-box. Another bonus. Hease smiled. He tapped
the link.
"Tantrell, Hammock Havoc Games."
"Money," Hease said. "What is this for? I just logged on."
"Recruiting bonus. That girl you sent is a wonder. She writes better code
than I do. It's a real difference, too, a live woman playing this game.
Gentle and mild. Deliberate and unrelenting. She's teaching my AI offense
and defense."
"She's Tesla's sister."
"I could have guessed that Tesla's sister would impress me. I'll double
that bonus if you get her to wear a rig."
"Patience, Tantrell. She said it herself. When she is ready to nut,
she'll nut."
Tantrell laughed. "We may need to roll up the release date."
"Some things never change. Ya know, if you really want Cheri on the rig
today, offer medical. She needs an IUD. Some sort of birth control. She
is death on getting pregnant."
"I can't afford medical."
"I thought you might say that. Check this link. It's a simulant I
created. Her name is Elle. And this is Gwendolin." Hease sent another
link. "Both are close approximations of Cheri's P-set."
"That's creepy, dude."
Hease laughed. "I made them for fun. Put them on the auction board. Then
your AI assigned these girls to me. Did Cheri get the same simulants? It
would be instructive to see what she did with them."
"I'll check." Tantrell grunted. "She sold them early. Made a quick profit
and purchased more compliant simulants."
"Gwendolin fast-tracked when I gave her an IUD. Elle suicided without
one. I save-scrummed Elle. She either self-destructs or calls the police.
Every middle path involves birth control. If you abort her, she suicides.
If she stays pregnant, she escapes and calls the law."
"What's the point?"
"Self-harm takes many forms, Taint. Get the woman an IUD."
"Simulants aren't real people, Hease."
"These two emulate the behavior of a real person. Oh. Have you thought
about a yaoi version? Male prostitutes of various persuasions? MTF?"
"Cheri brought that up, too."
"I'm surprised none of your deaders did."
"None of my volunteers were in the life. I think the ones who had actual
experience in sex work ignored the recruiting call. Write me some
scripts. I'll code it in."
********
"She looked at the code for the Muji again. She's biting," Hease said.
"Good job," Tantrell said.
"Can't claim credit yet. Why won't you pony up for the newest patches?"
"I don't trust the new fabblets. Let the early adopters beta-test those."
"Known problems, Taint. Anyone with a Quantum 512 can hack the old Muji
security."
"And do what? Put you on a different ride? That's what the Off button is
for."
"Let me show you how to defeat the Off switch."
"Who would do that?"
"Anyone with evil intent. This is a trafficking sim. Slavery. Ever wonder
what happens if someone uses your game as a tutorial in the real?"
"Felony, mindwipe, forced conversion."
"There's always someone who thinks he's above the law. Or won't be
caught. Upgrade your security."
Tantrell grunted.
"Hey, remember Elle? Gwendolin? Playing your mini-game, both of them,
separately, figured out how to hack the bio-data. Different hacks.
Serious trouble."
"Send the bug report."
"I'm having a third Cheri emulator compile it as we speak. Working on
patches."
"How many Cheri sims are there?"
"Four million at last count. Evolution. I cull the ones that stop
modeling her well."
"Is this why I had to upgrade the aircon in my server room?"
"You were going to do that anyway. Getting customers now."
"You have simulants running simulants."
"So does Cheri. All your paid beta-testers. We're minding the clock. And
the calendar. You think I can bug-bash 24/7? I have school."
"I thought I had fork bomb or a DoS."
Cheri's secretary avatar appeared in Hease's box. Hease activated it.
"Arabiki's," the secretary said. "Come alone. Unplugged."
"On my way. Tantrell? Gotta go." Hease disabled his AVS rig. He dropped
his phone, specs, and PAS into his bag. He locked his bag in his desk.
********
"Hi, Tak," Hease said, and bowed. "Where's the girl?"
Tak nodded towards a booth in the back.
"Hi, Cheri." Hease sat opposite from her in the booth. From here he had a
nice view of the wallpaper. Chrysanthemums and tentacle monsters. No
windows on that wall. "Did you order for me?"
Cheri nodded. "Are you clean?" she asked. "Should I check?"
"Should be clean. Never know what the suit hears when it's off."
"You didn't upgrade the security?"
"I do what I can. I'm more of a script-kiddie coder. Aware of my
limitations."
"I pulled an NPC today." Cheri nodded to Tak as he placed steaming cups
of tea on the table. "A blend of deader files."
"A storyboard NPC?"
"General population. Recruitable."
"Which one did you find?"
Cheri raised an eyebrow. She took a sip of tea. "Tantivy. There are
others?"
"Yes."
"Why did you emulate our boss?"
"Rule 63? You know, in case he turns evil. Give the mindwipe techs a
headstart."
"Not buying it, Hease."
"He's about ready to cave. I have him this close to agreeing to medical
benefits. Dental. Reproduction."
"We're out in April."
"Unless we become part of the permanent dev team."
"Don't get greedy. Who else did you emulate?"
"Everyone. You, me, the whole office."
"Why?"
"It was fun?"
"Creepoid." She laughed. "Rule 63?"
Hease nodded.
"How big are your tits?"
"I haven't actually looked. Um, D-cup."
Cheri snorted. She shook her head. "Who else knows?"
"Taint?"
"He's okay with this?"
"He's aware of your emulations."
"My emulations. Plural. How many emulations, Hease?"
Hease scratched his nose. "A few thousand. Evolutionary farm. I cull them
every few days."
"Hease?"
"Easy there, Agent Smith." Hease grinned. "I actually practiced this
conversation with several versions of you."
Cheri put her cup of tea on the table. "Did any of them advise you to
run?"
Hease patted around and pulled a pen from his pocket. "Mind if I take
notes? This conversation isn't going as predicted." He pulled a serviette
out from under his spoon.
Cheri tapped her nails on her cup. "That's a cloth napkin."
Hease sighed. "I couldn't get my numbers up. You're crushing me, cuz. I
automated the bug hunt. Your avatars are working for me."
"I should kick you in the concerns."
"I sold one of them to Brent."
"You what?"
"Cheri2 is more assertive. Maybe she'll teach Brent to eat pussy."
"Hease." Cheri looked away.
"You can thank me later."
Cheri smiled. She looked him in the eye. "When I get a rig, I will bugger
your avatar. Until she bleeds."
********
Hease tucked in sheets with precision. "I know a secret," he said.
"Your friends are shipping us," Cheri said. She rolled her eyes.
Hease moved to the toilet. He snapped gloves over both hands. "True, but
that's not the secret."
Cheri scrubbed the sink while Hease swished blue soap into the toilet and
swabbed with a toilet brush.
Hease asked, "You're not curious?"
"Won't be a secret if you tell." Cheri checked the bedstead. She replaced
anything with a broken seal.
"Tantrell is sweet on you."
"Worst-kept secret in Jerrais County." Cheri faked a swoon.
"So?"
They moved to the hallway. Cheri dumped used condoms and a shit-stained
bottle of lube into the recycle chute. Linens went into another chute. "I
have a boyfriend, Hease. Dude came to you for advice? Is he desperate?"
Hease knocked on the next door. "Housekeeping," he said.
********
"Hease, stop obsessing with your comb-over. C'mere." Cheri made
introductions. "This is my lab partner, Xi. Xi, Hease."
Hease took Xi's hand and kissed it. "Your name is She?"
"A palatal shh, but, yes."
"Your brother is He?"
"No, but you can be my cousin It. You'd look good in hair."
"Ooh, burn." Hease turned to Cheri. "I like this one. Can we keep her?"
Cheri said, "I'm taking her to Arabiki's. Are you paying?"
Hease considered. "Mmn, sure."
"Then you're invited."
********
Hease looked puzzled. "Eleven, like the monster in Star Voyage?"
"Without the mammaries," Xi said. She sat straight, displaying a lack of
cleavage.
"Why do they call you Eleven? Eleven on a ten scale?"
"You look doubtful," Xi said.
Hease turned to Cheri. "I'd do her. So would you, right? If you were into
girls."
Cheri nodded. She sipped tea.
Xi sputtered. She didn't know where to look.
Then Hease ruined it. "Seriously, though. Why do they call you Eleven?"
Xi turned. She hit Cheri on the shoulder.
"Hey!" Cheri rubbed her shoulder.
Xi said, "He's your friend. You hit him. Yo, Cue Ball. Call up Xi on your
specs and look at it."
Hease tapped his specs. Then he smiled. "That's how you pronounce it."
********
Hease went to the counter to pay.
Xi said, "Dumb but cute. Seems like your type."
"He's my cousin, sort of. Mom's second husband's nephew. By marriage.
Cousinship annulled by two divorces. We grew up together."
Xi smiled.
Cheri said, "He's my roommate, Eleven. Separate bedrooms."
"I thought Tesla was your dormie."
"Her, too. Hease has the loft."
"Is he single?"
"Yes, but."
"I'm not his type. He likes them booba." Xi looked annoyed.
"He likes them male. He just went through an epic breakup. Poor sod.
We're keeping an eye on Hease."
Xi smiled.
********
"Why are you dating Hease?" Cheri asked.
Xi put a finger to her lips. "He can say my name. He still doesn't know
why they call me Eleven. And he's bi."
"Oh." Cheri blushed. "I'll warn Tesla. We've both been parading around in
a towel and little else when it's time for a shower."
"Don't stop on my account."
Cheri looked lost in thought. "Huh?"
"Nothing."
Cheri asked, "Have you been to our studio?"
"Not yet. Maybe on the third date."
"You like grilled cheese? Let me show you the apartment."
********
"This looks like a movie set." Xi looked across the Great Room.
"Tuesday, Wednesday, Thursday of this week."
"Stripper poles?" Xi ran her fingers on one. She hopped up to the stage
and twirled around it.
"Wait until you see the props room. Oh. It's locked."
"What's with the shower in the middle of the room?" Xi hopped down from
the runway.
"Panopticon. It's a movie set."
"Is there another shower?"
"In Tesla's room. But I use this one. Hease, too."
"Privacy?"
"I hang towels. That's my bedroom." Cheri pointed. "Tesla's room. Hease
is in the loft." Cheri jabbed a thumb at the ladderway.
"Who sleeps in the big bed?" Xi nodded at the bedroom set at the front of
the big room.
"Porn stars. Although we are scheduled for a shoot of Dumb and Restless."
Xi looked around. "There's room for our robotics project."
"I can ask the landlord. Probably have to move it when they shoot pornos.
Have you met Waren?"
"No."
"Hease's uncle. Be firm with him. Or he will handle you every time he
hugs. Maid job available at the Green-Eyed Frog, and also the Yellow
Dragon."
Xi climbed to the loft.
"Xi!" Cheri said, following her. "You can't just go.... We shouldn't be
up here."
Xi said, "You can tell a lot by a man's bedroom." She picked up an anime
doll. It giggled. "Otaku. He watches Rainbow Sprite?"
"Like it's his religion."
"Not the worst." She sat on the bed. "This bedspread has to go." She
bounced. "Smells nice up here. He's clean."
"He's a maid." Cheri sat on the chair behind the triptych. Waifu posters
from Rainbow Sprite. Hease used it as a privacy screen. Indirect lighting
from the kitchen illuminated the privacy screen, which brightened the
whole room up here. Clever. Also needful, as the skylight up here was
opaqued.
The waifu posters were translucent. Sitting in the chair, Cheri could see
into the room below, but not be seen. She could see into Tesla's bedroom,
and also her shower. She had a clear view of the couch, the panopticon
shower, and the bedroom set at the far end of the room.
Xi said, "He says you're a maid."
"He got me the job."
"How much does it pay?'
"More than you earn at that coffee stand. It's in a brothel."
"You work in a brothel and live in a porn set."
"Pretty much."
"Why are you dating Brent?"
********
Cheri asked, "Hease, are you perving on Tesla?"
"It's not like she's my cousin. You've been in my room?"
"Yes."
"Naughty."
"It was shoeing Eleven out. She wanted a preview. Have you guys, um...."
Hease grinned.
"I didn't know you were bi. Tesla doesn't know you are bi."
Hease shrugged.
"I'm hanging towels on your side of the panopticon."
"Whatever makes you happy."
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