Empty, a short story Options

[Backgammon]

She opened her eyes. Morning sunlight illuminated green iris. She stared out the window for a while, head upside down on her mattress, her eyes chasing what she could see. The flicker of neighbour's clothes drying in the wind, a bird shooting by, cars methodically making their way down the street.

She groaned and stretched her abdomen, squirming in her tangled white linen sheets. She looked at the time on her clock. Then she looked at the clock. It was an old thing she'd gotten at the pawn shop. It had a dim red light digital display. It didn't have any smart functionality, and it did not emit a wireless signal. It was supposedly a radio-alarm clock, but those ancient functionalities did not work either.

She remembered where she was. She remembered who wasn't here. She remembered why. Her eyes rolled back to the window, and she stared out at the sky. Its brightness hurt her eyes a little at first, but that went away after a while, as her dead gaze fixated on the horizon.

She brought a hand down into her pyjama and touched between her legs. She touched the curliness of her hair, and touched her lips. She closed her eyes as she felt herself and her hand started slowly circling. As she gained momentum she opened her eyes again and stared meaningfully out the window, her mouth open, as if about to beg the sky for something.

She became overwhelmed with the desire to moan out loud, even though there was no one to hear her. She moaned, loudly, to the emptiness of her room. She needed someone to listen, even if it were only the ghosts around her. She whispered to herself. This is organic. This is so organic. So human. I am human.

She hadn't masturbated without simsense since she could remember. It was so easy, the erotism, the delicious filth right into your brain. But it robed you of yourself. She wanted to cry now, as her hand moved furiously. She writhed, moaned and talked out loud. I am myself. I am organic and nature, I am meat and sinew. I am... I am... she gasped as her orgasm reached her, tensing over. She saw the nature of everything and understood all in a second, she was emerald water, white sand, lush fields and blue sky.

The wave washed over her and left, and she was alone with herself again. Deeper alone. More with herself. Her hand moved over her ribs and pressed down on them. She could feel the coldness through her flesh. She brushed her belly with the tip of her fingers. She could feel the mesh. She touched her temple and felt the jack.

Tears streaked down her cheekbones and rolled off the side of her face. The life inside her had died, the doctor had said, because her womb could not expand due to the metal. No one was thinking of that when they had designed the armour weave. Who would choose metal and life?

She cried out. No one heard her.

[HeavyMetalYeti]

I liked it, nice twist on the reality of implants. Keep up the good work.

[CanRay]

As more metal and modifications are put into the Metahuman body, the cost is one's own humanity.

And some costs are very high indeed!

[Wounded Ronin]

Wow, having a low essence score makes you really good at masturbation. (IMG:style_emoticons/default/cyber.gif) (IMG:style_emoticons/default/love.gif)

[The Dragon Girl]

>.> A very nice piece of writing, if a bit too explicit for my usual tastes. Brava.