Venusian Nights

Hey Mint it's me, Switch.

I'm back in town passing out copies of the new parcel, so I'll be over to give it to you. Also hit me up if you wanna hang out, I'm staying at my gf's place. Also great work on the Donatto Job, those skinny legged bitches didn't know what hit 'em.

Some complex emotions washed over me, mostly annoyance, but at least now I had a name: Mint. I had no idea if it was my birth name tho, probably not. Who uses their real name over the net?

My mind turned back to my blue-box, what was wrong? How was I going to pay for the repairs without it? My thoughts were interrupted by an deep animalistic roar from my stomach, I had no idea when my last meal was. I approached the mini-vending machine in the wall and pushed the buttons for a protein bar and a beer, and waved my hand in front of the reader. The machine beeped and replied, "Enjoy!" I was relieved that not all my cyberware was broken, not that I knew what cyberware I had installed.

I spent the next few hours on the one piece of hardware in this shoe box of an apartment that wasn't fried, learning as much as I could about my self. I found out I was a hacker, most of the projects on the laptop were some form of deploy-able malicious code and I seemed to understand most of it. My browsing history was pretty clean and innocuous, I guess I liked to cover my tracks.

I checked my contacts, surely I knew a good ripper doc, and sure enough, I did: Elana Mircea. I found a scrap of paper and jotted down the address. After finishing my beer, I threw on a hoodie and headed out the door.

It was dawn, the rays of Sol cast horizontal streaks of gold through the forest of glass and metal. The streets had yet to fill to capacity as the non-Venusians were still in their sleepers. New Philadelphia, Venus was a beautiful city, the streets were scrubbed clean, the buildings were expertly polished, the parks were finely manicured, and the Powers that Be were keen on keeping it that way. It was vanity on a massive scale. The people were no different, in an age of affordable beauty, the Venusians had bought in. That's not to say that the city was all glamour and no grime, it was just hidden, painted over, put out of sight and out of mind, but it was there, just under the surface.

I lived on the east side. Things just felt a bit more real over here, the people were just a shade more eclectic. They spoke in a colourful array of tongues and the air was filled with a clash of spices from around the known galaxy.

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The address led me to a small side street in one of the and rougher Bohemes. I began to recognize the place, like finding your way through a childhood home in the dark. I hoped the deteriorating chain linked fence, pushed in an old door with a sign that said "Danger: High Voltage" in several languages, and took a service elevator down to some maintenance ways.

Dr. Mircea's office waiting area was warm. Styled with something of a Persian hygge, fine couches and ottomans sat in the corners flanked by bookshelves filled with books, curiosities and knickknacks. Dr. Mircea herself was a bizarre looking woman. Her hair was dyed rainbow and her cheekbones were lined with alien looking ridges.

She was lounging on a fading sofa drawing something with a piece of charcoal when I walked in, "Ah Mint! Your early... about two [2] months early. You want somethin' new or are you having trouble with somethin' old?"

My instincts told me to trust this woman, but still I hesitated. "I uh... think I fried my bluebox."

She tempered her surprise with a well practiced matronly bedside manor, "Oh, fried it you say?"

Her lab was significantly more sterile than her waiting area, awash in marbled tile and soft neon lighting.

"Have a seat in the chair. Have you experienced any other issues besides your bluebox"

I sat in the fraying patient chair while the doc washed up, "Yeah, I can't remember anything before I woke up this morning."

When she was done she started to examine my left temple, "What can you remember?"

She felt around my port and the artificial skin covering around my implant. As her light delicate fingers pressed softly against my skin, I couldn't help but think about some other things she could be doing with those fingers, "Uh... well... skills, motor memory, certain things feel familiar, but I had to figure out my own name from emails."

She peeled off the artificial skin and exposed my implant to the open air, "My, my girl, you really put yourself through the ringer, I'm surprised you whole melon isn't mush." She went to her cabinets to gather some equipment, "Looks like I'll have to replace the whole implant, probably some of the neural traces, and there might be some tissue damage but I won't know until I get the assembly out."

She started hooking me up to a head brace, "Can you recover my memory?"

"Honey, I'll try and recover as much as I can." After a few moments with probing tools, my bluebox popped free, exposing the raw neural interface. She attached some kind of device to my head, "I made some modifications to this particular diagnostic machine, so the sensation might be a bit... different.

She turned on the machine and my world exploded. My eyes fluttered up into the back of my skull, a chill bore down to my bones, my skin was on fire and lighting ran up my spine. My whole body tensed until I shook. Far away I heard myself scream as my heart beat close to the edge of bursting. I felt like I was falling through a storm of chaos, light and burning cold. As suddenly as I fell into perdition, I was raised to paradise. Every mussel went lax and a warmth began in my vagina, accompanied by a slow throbbing sensation. The warmth spread up from my toes until my whole body felt like a sex organ. A dark sensual moan thundered in my chest. My spine arched and my hips started to gyrate to hasten the approach of the inevitable, the inescapable, the righteous climax. When it came it thundered across my skin and deep in my bones, my nipples and penis sang a high pitched hymn, and my vagina spasmed with urgent need. I lost track of time in the climax as it turned to a glorious plateau. My hips bucked wildly as I cummed my brains out until I was lost in an endless ocean of Ecstasy.

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My eyelids lifted slowly as my head swam. My head was no longer in the clamp and nothing was dangling from my implant. Doctor Mircea was over by a counter fiddling with something, "Oh! Your awake, Did you like the modifications I made to the diagnostic machine?" Her lips curled into a flirtatious smile.

I opened my mouth to say something clever, but all that came out was a low unintelligible moan.

She let out a low chuckle, "Thought you might, and it's always a treat to watch your little Asian ass squirm."

She sat on a stool next to me and handed me a juice pouch, "Looks like your most of your blue box was turned to charcoal, but I was able to recover your ident chip. You received relatively minor tissue damage, you can thank your upgraded insulators for that, but it looks like you received a massive shock to neural circuits associated with long term memory. I've cleared out the necrotic tissue and initiated neural regen, but its not looking good for your memory."

"isszz fffere anyfing you can doo?"

"I'm afraid not, unless you made a backup, your memories are gone."

I must have looked sullen because Dr Mircea brightened her smile, "Hey, I'm sure if you take a good look around you can find a backup, you always struck me as the meticulous type."

I shook my head, cleared my throat and focused on enunciating, "So, what about my bluebox."

"Ah, I've fitted you with a Adlar Synthetics TX-309, it's actually a bit of an upgrade from your last one. Its ready to boot up." She touched the side of my head and reapplied the artificial skin.

After a few moments my bluebox was up and running. It was like having a room in your mind, just as I was here in the real I was also there, but instead of having to concentrate to create it, it's just there, static. Files, settings, apps, just a thought away. The bluebox was registered to a Zak West, age 23, probably a forged identity. I opened up a command prompt and began entering commands to change the settings. I needed to close security loopholes I knew to be there.

I connected to the net, and was immediately struck by a torrent of notifications. My hands gripped the chair and I screamed. They tore into me, each one demanding that their priority was paramount.

"Oooh honey, you want some water, that notification flood looked bad."

She handed me a glass of water while my head was spinning again, "What do I owe you?"

"Oh don't worry about it, I'll give you the emergency discount. Just pay your tab when you get work and we'll be cool. Now if we're all done I've got another appointment I need to get prepped for."

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I rounded the corner to my apartment and standing by the door was a girl waiting at my door. She was slightly taller than I was but probably about the same age. She had a goth-punk aesthetic, dark purple lipstick and eyeshadow on pale white skin. She had a dangling dragon earring and two lip studs. Her short white hair was in a spiked pixie cut with shaved sides. Along her neck was a disturbing visage of a naked angelic creature. She wore a leather jacket and torn jeans with canvas shoes. My heart pickup when I saw her and my dick gave a twitch.

Her face lit up when she saw me, "Hey Mint!"

She opened her arms and took me into a hug. "Long time no see." I felt something hard press against my stomach. I pushed her back and took a step back, but she kept her hands on the sides of my shoulders.

She turned her head and confusion crept into her smile, "Woah, whats up?"

"Umm... do I know you?"

Her smile returned, "Yer fucking with me, Mint. It's me, Switch!"

"Sorry, I... uh don't remember you... or like anything."

"Wait you serious?"

I nodded.

She took a step back and looked me up and down, "Fuck man, that sucks. Like I had always heard stories of cowboys getting their brains zapped but... you know."

"I know what?"

"Well I figured it was always fucking fairy stories man. Let's not talk about this out here."

I waved my hand in front of the door lock and it clicked open.

Switch wrinkled her nose, "Fuck, when did you last clean?"

I gave her a look.

"Right sorry. After you didn't respond to my emails... and texts... and calls, I got worried and came over. I also brought you a copy of the new parcel." She reached for her left wrist and pulled out a data cable, "Do you want it on your bluebox or something else."

I pointed to the laptop I was working on before, "Put it on that laptop over there."

She flopped onto my bed and jacked into my laptop to initiated the transfer, "Since you don't remember, I should tell you the rules of the parcel: never upload it, only decrypt it when your disconnected from the net, and don't tell anybody about it." When she was done she unplugged and pulled a folded piece of paper from her pocket, "Here's the decrypt key. Got it?"

I pocketed it, "Yeah, hey do you know what kinda jobs I was doing recently?"

She laid back onto the bed and propped herself on her elbow, "No, not in detail, though you did mention you were looking to crack something to do with Nuvitech."

"Nuvitech?"

"Yeah, it didn't sound like a job tho, more like hacktivist stuff, or curiousity. Hey, did you check if you had a backup?"

"Yeah I looked around, couldn't find anything. Everything except that laptop was fried or run through with a screwdriver."

"Did you check the building network logs?"

"Hadn't yet. I needed to get a new bluebox."

"What are we waiting for?"

I took the laptop from her and plopped onto the bed next to her. She watch over my shoulder as I set to work. I started by scanning the network and probing the floor's router. I discovered there was an extra admin account by the name mhhy. I recognised the name and opened up my passwords folder to discover that I had the password. I guess I had already hacked my building's network and set myself up as an admin. I queried the logs and we spent a while in silence just reading the TCP packets. I took some sleuthing to sort out the traffic, but we were able to filter out only my traffic. A lot of it was innocuous, a fair bit was encrypted (probably onion traffic) but then it all fell silent, no packets in or out. The last connection was to an IP registered to Nuvitech. Just before it all stopped, a huge amount of traffic was between the Nuvitech IP and my old bluebox's IP.

She grabbed my shoulders and gave me a gentle squeeze, "So it was Nuvitech! That's great, can we figure out what was being sent?"

"I doubt it, theoretically it could all be in the buffer, let's check." I queried the buffer, "Nope, it's all gone from the buffer."

"Shit! What are you going to do?"

"Well... I could go poking around Nuvitech again, but if I don't figure out what happened the first time, there gonna skull fuck me again."

She brought herself over to my ear and a flirtatious quirk entered her voice, "In the meantime I could fuck something else for you."

I turned to her, "Are you serious?"

"What‽ I'm horny," She rocked her hips to hump the air, "and I bet I could shake some memories loose."

I weighed it all for a moment coming to the conclusion that I shouldn't, but another part of my brain seemed to disagree. Before I could think, I opened my mouth, "Fuck it!" and grabbed her behind the neck to bring her into a kiss.

I melted into her arms while her tongue explored my mouth.

We broke the kiss for a moment to undress each other. She ripped off her jacket with urgency and her hands felt up my form before she pulled off my hoodie and shirt in one clean motion. I gasped as my sensitive tits were exposed to the cool air. She giggled wickedly as she grabbed them. Before I knew it my left nipple was engulfed in her wet hot mouth as her hands slid down to grip my ass. She teased me with her tongue lashings before switching to the other one. My heart beat faster with every breath until it became clear that I needed her inside me.

She bit down on my nipple playfully, and I moaned as pleasure arced from my tit to her offending tongue, "Oh, fuck me!" My voice came out a bit sluttier than I intended but it got the message across. In a flash, her pants were off, with her turgid erection and dripping pussy fully on display. She hadn't even taken off her bra. She stood above me, her hands hooked into my jeans, tugging at them like a feral animal.

"Woah woah, let me at least unbuckle them." After some fiddling with the fasteners, my pants slid down my pants, letting my twitching erection spring free. Her open mouth zeroed in on my pussy, and began slurping and sucking on me. I opened my mouth to speak but I could only moan and mewl as she plumbed my femininity with reckless abandon. Her soft lips encircled my labia while her tongue probed me deeply. She broke the kiss leaving tendrils of cum and saliva connecting her lips to my pussy. She saddled up to me with her dick twitching in anticipation. She took her right hand and rooted around in her own sopping pussy until her hand was coated in her own juices. She jerked herself off, coating her dick with her own fluids until she was satisfied that she was properly lubricated. The head of her cock was pressed ever so lightly against my pussy lips while she shifted into position.

She rammed straight home, eliciting a deep sensual scream from my chest. Her hot pulsating erection filled me so completely my heart nearly burst. I wrapped my legs around her, pulling her into my embrace. I could feel her hot breath on my lips, her tits pressed into mine and my dick sandwiched between our stomachs. Her eyes met mine and I could feel her lust burn into me. She pulled out only to hilt once again, and again, and again. Each thrust sent waves of pleasure radiating from my core as my needy pussy gripped down on her member.

She increased her pace as she became overcome with lust. My breath hitched as I neared my climax, electricity ran up and down my spine as her thrusts hit my prostate over and over again.

I managed to whisper something before my orgasm reached its peak, "I'm cumm---." I was interrupted when her lips met mine and our tongues danced once more. My eyes rolled back in my head as orgasm overtook me. My needy pussy gripped down hard on her engorged member. My dick exploded between our bodies, coating the underside of our boobs.

A mere heartbeat later and she thrust into me with more force than before as her dick spurted its load inside me, filling my belly with its warmth. She took one last hump before letting herself rest within me.

Our kiss rode out the orgasm until we were flush in the afterglow. Our heartbeats returned to normal and our breathing calmed. She rolled off of me, her cum covered dick popping free from my soaked nethers.

"Oh fuck, Mint, we should do this more often." Switch said exasperated.

Chapter 3

I blocked out the noise, the shouting, the blaring alarms and steadied my breath. I reached down, down into the well of power in my core, I felt my nerves tingle as my flesh broke out into goosebumps. It spread outward and bloomed in my chest. It thrummed through me in rhythm with my heartbeat and the cadence of my breath. It flowed down my arms until I felt it burning at my fingertips. I held it back, letting it condense until the pressure became almost unbearable. After a few pregnant moments I unleashed it on the object of focus, a great metal blast door that towered before me. The cool temple air rushed past my nude form as a light flared and suddenly the door was no more. Its remnants were twisted fragments, sheared and burnt edges of the crater. I stepped through, feeling residual power sizzle in my veins. I was somewhat spent, but still flush with adrenaline.

The diffuse lights of the temple flickered as the destruction spread to some distant location, as evidenced by a low rumble of the floor tiles. I felt my stomach turn as the artificial gravity falter and finally fail. My silvery hair flowed into a great corona around my head as my bare feet became unmoored from the floor. I spun impotently in the air and reverted back to the instinct to swim, but only succeeded to flail uselessly. I took another breath and remembered my training. I felt the power spread across my skin, my body becoming infused with cold fyre. I felt the power push and pull on reality as it pulsed through my veins, my pale skin shimmering with light. I focused on its weight and suddenly I was falling sideways down the vaulted corridor. I oriented myself so my long white locks and slender legs trailed behind me as I approached the end of the hall. When I reached the end of the hall, I slowed my descent and changed direction to fall down the adjoining corridor.

A smile spread across my face as I floated through the temple. This was not my first time using The Gift to maneuver in zero-G, but to feel that freedom once again, I couldn't contain myself. I giggled like a little girl as I spun and danced in zero-G, my wavy pale locks flowing around me in the void.

In the distance I heard the whirring noises of the guard's maneuvering thrusters followed shortly by their quieted voices. I was stopped by yet another blast door, it would take me a second to get through it, time i feared I didn't have. As I mustered my power, I heard a shout behind me, "She's down here!"

I spun to see a group of temple guards round the corner. They were armed with hard-light longrifles and clad in silver and pale blue hardsuits which bore the insignia of the Word. I alighted on one of the walls, my delicate bare feet meeting the cold temple walls. I ducked behind one of the collumns that lined the walls (floor/ceiling). Their rounds dashed off the angular architecture in a shower of multicoloured sparks. I peeked over the column while I gathered power in my right hand until I had a ball of white hot light. There were only three of them. I waited until I had an opening, I stood and brought my hand to bear in a relaxed gesture. There was a flash of light as my power was unleashed in a lance that burned right through one of the guards. She was knock back by the blow as a splatter of blood was released to float in the temple air in little scarlet droplets.