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Transcript 001: Safe Sex


Transcript 001: Safe Sex

It is extremely difficult for two people to have sex when they have both a very strong desire to kill each other and the training to do so. The mere logistics of checking for hidden weapons can be daunting, specially when you factor in booby traps, contact venoms, esoteric hand-to-hand combat skills, and the rest of the deadly miscelanea associated with the job of keeping the world safe from people exactly like us, only with slightly different agendas.

Nem and I had settled for the standard solution: a bondage threesome, under the watchful if not always compassionate eyes of a highly trained specialist who had the clear understanding that deadly or disabling damage to either of us would end in the death of a variety of his clossest associates. It's a cliché, I know, but there's a reason why it's also the usual practice among people in our line of work. Fucking an unbound, unsanitized non-civilian is suicidal, and fucking a civilian... Look, if we were still right enough in our heads to want to fuck civilians, or to be able to do so without harming them, we wouldn't survive a week in our jobs. Our libido is one of the first things they retool.

Still, there's the very good question of why bothering at all. Having so much violence at our disposal, why engage in sex? Isn't it something of a letdown to bring somebody to climax when you have the training to induce grand mal seizure with just a little twist here and a bit of a jab there?

Well... yeah. Mostly. But it was different for me and Nem. I mean, in a world of professional enemities and targets selected by randomized tactical algorithms, we well and truly hated each other's guts. Nothing to do with our pasts; we had them erased after we began working for Them. For all I know, she could have been my fucking fiancee in my pre-job life, the killer of my parents (assuming I had parents who were killed), or anything at all; in any case, I don't believe hatred survives the memory resetting procedures any more than desire does. For all intents and purposes, I met her for the first time when she sat next to me in a Combat Linguistics seminar and mumbled an apology in the form of a Turing bomb.

No, we hated each other simply because we were fated to do so, and we had to fuck each other because we couldn't kill each other.

And yes, we had asked.

Repeatedly. To our bosses, to each other's bosses, to people sideways in the fractal Mobius hierachy that runs this place, to random people who just might have had the clearance.

Everybody said no; it takes decades to fuck up somebody's life until they make an acceptable agent, and they are too expensive to kill just because they might be going crazy otherwise. We wouldn't have Divisio
n 12 if that were the case.

So sex was the only social activity allowed to us. We had to do something. Anything. Lethal or not, the hate we felt for each other was starting to affect our daily activities. I'd see her face when I was shooting somebody else, react against her fighting style when locked in combat with somebody wholly different. It was dangerous enough that we did get authorization for fucking each other.

But not trusting either of us -I mean, even less than we trusted everybody else, which was nothing at all-, we had to make it as safe as possible. Hence the professional bondage gear, Faraday cages, metabolism normalizers, filtered sensoriums, cavity searches, and carefully agreeed to script. It was as closed to killing each other as we could get, without actually being in much danger of doing so.

As every time, my first thought when I regained consciousness that last time was that it wasn't enough. The death was too petit. Our pattern would continue until one of us died for good, and I was losing much interest on whom.

Then I began to smell the blood. I was still blinfolded, but the amount wasn't suggestive of somebody bleeding while alive. The image that came to mind was of a gutted animal, damage done with the precise intent of making death painful, slow, and impossible to repair.

"Nem's work," I thought. But if our top was dead, then so would I be, and most likely in drawn out, painful way. I was rather looking forward to it. If you are a going to die, why not die in an interesting way?

As you already suspected, seconds passed and I didn't die. Neither did I hear any sound coming from where Nem was suppossed to be tied up. Then minutes.

Clearly somebody had been killed. But why, and by whom, and why not me? I had plenty of time to think about those matters until you guys found me. By procedure, you cleared the scene before untying me and removing the blindfolds, so I still don't have positive proof of what happened, but I have a theory: somebody got to the top and got him to kill Nem but not me, thereby framing me when I was restrained enough to
make the hypothesis that I killed her so ludicrious that it had to be true.

That's my idea. I have others, if you aghhhhh


Listen, if we are going to do this, you have to understand that most of what I just said to you is a lie. Some of it was true, of course, but not the really important parts, and further torture will only switch around lies and truths. What you should be looking for is the pattern of the thing. The pattern will tell you more than the individual pieces could.

But by all means, if it makes you feel better, do go on. You are reminding me of my last night with Nem.

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dessieoctavia
Jan. 22nd, 2008 04:30 am (UTC)
*blinks*

I am too stunned to frame a suitable reply. Your brain is a scary and brilliant place that I can never resist going to again.
__marcelo
Jan. 22nd, 2008 05:25 am (UTC)
Yay! So glad you liked this! It's part of a huge experiment for me, writing-wise.
droolfangrrl
Jan. 22nd, 2008 04:41 am (UTC)
And as usual reading your stuff is making my brain fizzle and pop.
__marcelo
Jan. 22nd, 2008 05:26 am (UTC)
Well, mine bled while writing this one, so I think we are a bit even :).
sockich
Jan. 22nd, 2008 01:49 pm (UTC)
...dude. Dude!

There is something (everything) about this that makes me ridiculously happy! I don't even know I just...I'm fucking giddy, here.

I realize this kind of a response is just further proof of my insanity, but fuck it.

I would so take this job.
__marcelo
Jan. 22nd, 2008 02:05 pm (UTC)
Whee! Glad you liked it.
not_sally
Jan. 22nd, 2008 02:28 pm (UTC)
Yeah, I should have read this first, shouldn't I?

*is still in awe and scared of your brain*
__marcelo
Jan. 22nd, 2008 03:16 pm (UTC)
*yays*
rubynye
Jan. 22nd, 2008 04:38 pm (UTC)
AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAA!

AAAAA!

Aaaa!

(OhmiGod.)

(Aaa.)

Edited at 2008-01-22 04:38 pm (UTC)
__marcelo
Jan. 22nd, 2008 04:46 pm (UTC)
\o/ <- adds an image to the sound :P
darkdanc3r
Jan. 22nd, 2008 05:05 pm (UTC)
For the record, your brain both terrorizes and attracts me. If the real world were ready for fiction that actually makes people wonder, you could make a killing publishing some of these.
__marcelo
Jan. 23rd, 2008 05:06 pm (UTC)
*beams* Thanks!
katarik
Jan. 22nd, 2008 05:51 pm (UTC)
Dude. You made *Slade* make the o.o face.

Me, you made go "GYAH!"

Listen, if we are going to do this, you have to understand that most of what I just said to you is a lie. Some of it was true, of course, but not the really important parts, and further torture will only switch around lies and truths. What you should be looking for is the pattern of the thing. The pattern will tell you more than the individual pieces could.

Somewhere, Shiva is a little impressed with you for this paragraph.
(Anonymous)
Jan. 23rd, 2008 05:07 pm (UTC)
Somewhere, Shiva is a little impressed with you for this paragraph. I'm probably never going to be as terrified or as proud as I am now.
razorsmile
Jan. 23rd, 2008 12:32 am (UTC)
From that first line, I thought it was a Simon Spector/Robin thing. This is kind of better.
My first "what sockich said" comment for the year. It will most likely not be the last.
__marcelo
Jan. 23rd, 2008 05:03 pm (UTC)
Re: From that first line, I thought it was a Simon Spector/Robin thing. This is kind of better.
*g* Thanks for that.
mkcs
Jan. 23rd, 2008 08:13 am (UTC)
You really do cheer me up.

Little stories about distressing situations and damaged people, but told in such a way that they put a smile on my face because I like being made to think.
__marcelo
Jan. 23rd, 2008 05:07 pm (UTC)
*g* Glad to be of service.
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