Topsoil
Polishing
tin shanties by the Wobblyass River, native Who’syerdaddies skedaddle at the
merest hint of enema contractions, fearing the dreaded dung heap of eerie
sewage known to erupt from river monster entrails on an hourly basis. Blown sky
high by billows of bilious sod clouds, u-turning dirigibles deflate in rank
succession, decapitating flood victims before ureic seepage hops their
peristaltic trains. Rhythmic paddleboats steam up river, saving the hotties,
shifting them to hired ground for immediate enrollment in neural armpit sex
slavery, perhaps shipment to Knobby Scepter via transcontinental plastic
lubrication tubes buried far beneath the disappearing topsoil of Nerd
Americo. Farm bred corn-fed nubile
creatures fan out from Indianimus, Ioweya, Neveraskher, Cannedass, Misery,
Manysodas, Sillynoise…
Once
was corn belt became porn belt, feeding Dearth and many more viable timelines,
pumping freshly sown boys and girls to lechers, vagrants, CEOs, hobos, oglers,
perverts, doppelgangers, two-timers, polygamists, hypnotists, donkeys, mules,
sports celebrities, senators, congressmen, renegade lobotic escapees on
piecemeal orbiters, hastily constructed android shacks, any kind of sex junkie
in any starving world. Blondes, redheads, brunettes, tall, short, leggy, buxom,
petite, served up piping hot from Dearth’s burgeoning online porn catalog;
millions of adolescents zipped from Midwest Americon bedrooms, nighties still
intact, in Graylien pipelines lubed and packed with vital nutrients, picking up
to escape velocity aboard mammoth mother ships, kids converted to time-bath
gelatin pools, attributes in cryogenic computation silos, jumped to wormhole
regression in myriad rotating cylinders…
Picked
up nightly for cloning, dropped off before daybreak, teenagers worldwide form
the breeding stock for lobotic armies, spawned into slavery across the system.
Mother ships send thousands of scout saucers to perform this somewhat onerous
task. While preferable to the collection of bovine genetic material, it is
nonetheless considered menial labor among the Graylien hierarchy. Upstream
reside the inter-timeline transfer functionaries, translating cloned identities
into soul receptacles, governing the transmigratory process, allocating breeds
to competing worlds, occasionally siphoning off pristine samples for their
private harems.
Lobotic Pulp
Regional conflicts rage round-the-clock, migrating the dead to
viable timelines as fast as Graylien pipelines can absorb them. Direct transfer
through death-rebirth is the preferred method of transmigration, most likely to
result in a unique, one-to-one, stable, constructive thread of consciousness;
necessary to spiritual growth, required by lamas, gurus, ascendant masters, and
the like. Death and reinjection into cloned hosts, on the other hand, results
in lobotic awareness, a shunting of the identity to merely automatic life, a
dead-end evolutionarily speaking; useful for mass labor and specialized
leadership positions, but useless for the generational progression of
consciousness.
Lobots
are actually unaware of their limited identity predicament, believing
themselves to be fully gifted human stock. This illusion is of prime
importance, of course, in the execution of their missions, but saddles them as
somewhat pathetic figures. The confabulations and rationalizations generated by
superintelligent lobots are profoundly entertaining, however. Properly
translated and reframed, they form the basis of virtually all the most popular
mass-produced fiction available in the system. Actual human work along these
lines tends to be far too nuanced to compete for mass appeal; lobotic pulp wins
out everywhere. Oddly enough, lobots prefer the human-generated brand,
providing an artificially steady market for actual creative art, while humans
wallow in lobotic pap.
What
of interbreeding, of lobotic sex slaves humping humans and Grayliens? And what
about lobot-on-lobot action? Surely lobotic females must give birth. Actually,
lobot-lobot sex does not create offspring, due to inefficiencies in the lobotic
genome. This “problem” is not easily addressed, even by the Grayliens and their
contemporaries, or so we are led to believe. It’s possible that the Grayliens
simply prefer this state of affairs or don’t have the Graypower to fix it. In
any event, it is well beyond the current ability of human scientists.
Human-lobot sex does, however, generate offspring, via lobotic females only;
lobotic males can impregnate human females, but the fertilized egg is soon
sloughed off. When lobotic females give birth to hybrid human-lobots, the above
limits on further reproduction cascade along probabilistic lines.
John Pursch lives in Tucson, Arizona. His work has appeared
in many online literary journals. His most recent book, Intunesia, is available in paperback from White Sky Books at http://www.lulu.com/spotlight/whiteskybooks
. He’s @johnpursch on Twitter and john.pursch on Facebook.
