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Friday, 25 September 2015

Choice World NSFW

Choice World
An attempt to ratify a fictional utopia

By
Alexander Gordon Jahans



Max was walking up the hill at night, listening to Imagine Dragons, when a strange man stepped out in front of him with a clipboard.

Max stopped, paused his music and pulled out an earbud. “Pardon?”

The man wore a smart 3 piece suit and had short helled back hair. “Max Leonard Starling?”

“Yeees...” said Max dubiously.

“Allow me to introduce myself, I am Frederick Hamish Pearson, I am a Farsh-nuke and it is my very great honour to invite you to be a denizen of choice.” said the strange man.

Max studied the man “Is this some kind of cult?”

“No” said Frederick “It’s some kind of utopia or at least I like to think so. It’s not exactly easy to get to, certainly with your level of technology so I will have to ferry you.”

Max stared at the man “You’re mad, absolutely mad.”

“And I respect your opinion Max” said Frederick “But I have to give you a proper choice. If you ever change your mind, here’s my card and I’ll be parked by the bus stop for a week.”

“Right” said Max and he put his ear bud back in, unpaused the music and started striding up the hill.

He read the the strange man’s card:

Frederick Hamish Pearson
Farsh-nuke
Seghat pilot
Sylph Tamer
Dog Walker
Ferryman for the Denizens of Choice
7777777

What an odd business card?

Max crested the hill and walked back, wondering what this meant.

He passed the bus stop and paused.

Frederick was standing outside, smoking from a pipe. “Filthy habit, been meaning to give it up.”

Max looked at the rickety wooden shed the strange man was standing against, the smoking normalised the man somewhat, he entered the shed.

Frederick sighed and put out his pipe then followed after him.

“It’s bigger on the inside” said Max in amazement at the vast interior and then he noticed the naked woman in the cage “And you have a naked woman in a cage.”

“Oh that’s Lucy” said Frederick casually “She’s my pet Sylph”

The woman, Lucy, asked “Is this a sylph come to join me Freddy?”

“Sadly not” said Frederick and he started dancing at the controls of a mushroom shaped console. “He is come to witness Choice World.”

“Ooh I love that place” said Lucy.

Max shook his head in astonishment and in a moment the doors were reopened and Max saw that it was a bright and shining day.

“Come on” said Frederick and together they walked out into a great city plaza.

Men and women of all shapes and sizes and colours wlked past, he saw half a dozen blue skinned people and even a gorilla in a businned suit walking a scantily clad woman on the end of a leash.

“Welcome to a world where discrimination does not happen” said Frederick “Come lets get a pint and I will answer your questions.”

Max followed Frederick into the bar and asked “Look I’m not the most unenlightened fellow, I know that some people can like different ways of living but surely keeping Lucy in a cage isn’t necessary?”

Frederick sighed “She likes it. We both do. It reinforces our relationship.”

Frederick led them into a 70s style pub and led Max to the bar “What do you want?”

“Err cider, apple cider” said Max going with something safe.

A tall woman with long black hair noticed Max and said with glee “New blood, tell me cider boy, have you ever considered a life as a vampire’s thrall?”

Max stared at the woman, terrified.

Frederick handed Max his cider and raised his own pint to his lips, the red staining his moustache “You ever considered life as a Sylph?

The vampire woman glared at Frederick.

Frederick smiled “A Farsh-nuke and a Vamp having a dominate off, I think that’s a porno?”

The vampire snorted and looked away.

Frederick led Max to a quiet corner of the pub.

Max said “You have vampires? What kind of utopia has vampires?

“One that doesn’t discriminate said Frederick then he sighed “They’re not really vampires. They’re just Anne Rice fans who prefer their sylph blood taken straight from the source.”

“People drink sylph blood?” said Max incredulously.

“Of course” said Frederick, gesturing to his drink “That’s what this is. Of course this is synthesised, as is all blood and meat and what have you in Choice World. Grown in great factory labs without the need to create, make suffer then kill thinking creatures. The only farms we have are kink farms.”

“Kink farms?” asked Max.

Frederick sipped his drink “Farms made of consenting adults engaging in a kind of hyper advanced BDSM play. That’s what being a vampire’s thrall means. They dress it up in ritual romance and pretend magic but in simple terms they drug you so you become a sylph then they harvest what they will of you in a kink farm. A certain amount of pretend outrage and escaping is expected of course but if you ever actually explain that it isn’t your thing they’ll listen and if they don’t nano bots in the air will report them and they will be tried and punished accordingly.”

Max said “I noticed a gorilla in a business suit earlier and some people with skin colours that don’t seem possible.”

Frederick nodded “We get a few furries here. They can undergo simple procedures to become whatever life form they wish to be. There’s even a couple of dragons and megalodon sharks. Compared to that the skin colour changes are far easier. We also do sex change procedures on a sliding scale and you can have a pod installed at home so you can change any time you like. You can even have your sexual preferences changed.”

Max stared at him “But isn’t that horrendously distasteful and insulting? That you can choose to be gay or choose to change gender on a whim?”

Frederick shook his head “This is what happens when you let bigots dictate the narrative of acceptability. Conform or die. Well fuck that attitude. Yes gender and sexuality can be a choice given sufficiently advanced technology but that is no bad thing.”

Frederick looked Max in the eye “Look no sane person will deny that you need cheap and easy sex change technology for Transgendered people because it saves lives and no sane person will deny that if you can rewrite a paedophile’s brain to stop them hurting kids that you should. Well once you accept that, once you know how to do that, why not expand upon the technology to give people the choice to be whatever gender and sexual orientation they feel like?”

Max sighed “I suppose I see your point”

They finished their drinks in silence and Frederick led Max out of the pub.

As they headed back across the parlor to the shed Max asked “So what do you do here? How does your civilization work? I mean if everyone is doing what they choose?”

“Variety” said Frederick pausing before the shed “Choice World was founded by defectors from the Logicios, the Architrects of Chaos, the United Civilisations of the Multiverse and even the Pan Galactic Good Time Association. Hippies work the land in a kind of eden utopia. Macho men work in the building trade. Nerds run the internet. And in the places where choice is not enough, technology and the ear of a friendly eldritch abomination like myself is used to supplement things. I’ll show you.”

Max entered the shed with Frederick and a moment later he exited out into a hospital.

Frederick headed towards reception. He flashed a badge at the receptionist and said “I’d like a nurse Joy to go please”

Max stared at him.

A moment later a slender 30 year old nurse with long flowing ginger hair approached. “Carol, what is it? I’m very busy.”

Frederick held up his badge for him to examine “Don’t worry Maam, we won’t be a moment.”

The nurse nodded and left the reception “Look, I accept that you have authority but I really am very busy.”

Frederick chuckled and entered the shed.

Max and the nurse followed.

Frederick danced around the shed for a moment then turned to address the nurse. “Miss Joy, this is Max. He is new to Choice World, could you explain your story please?”

“Very well” said the nurse and she turned to Max and explained “I wanted all my life to help people and after training for years to be a nurse I got my break and it was heart breaking and exhilarating and disgusting and very tough but I loved it. Then a woman approached me. She called herself the Bam-Kursh. Said she was looking to set up a community and it needed nurses and I was perfect for the job. I explained that I was very busy and already had a job thank you. And that’s when she revealed the twist.”

“What twist?” asked Max.

The nurse smirked “She wasn’t asking to hire me. She was asking to buy me whole sale. She said she could make it so I never aged, never needed sleep or food. I would never get tired, never get ill. She would mass produce me and provide me to hospitals, I could even go back to my community. And she would really buy me. Donate an insane amount of money to the charity or charities of my choice.”

“How is that possible?” asked Max.

The nurse shrugged.

Frederick explained “The Bam-Kursh is an expert on making toys. She knows exactly how to make it happen and then she uses a deep scan of the kind you might use in quantum teleportation to precisely replicate the toy in question and mass produce them. Technically speaking that is what Nurse Joy is. Big hospitals can fabricate Nurse Joys on demand because after a few decades of service they tend to get a little willing to settle down and be more conventional toys for people they like or even become sylphs. What you are looking at Max is the one woman in a nearly infinite multiverse who could fill this position, mass produced to order.”

Max stared at the nurse “So do you not eat or sleep?”

“Oh I can and do most days” said the nurse “But if I forget it’s not a big deal.”

Frederick said “All working toys have a microchip identifying what model in particular they are so that they can be recorded in legal cases and there’s a tattoo of a barcode on their rump that indicates where they were printed from should they go rogue and their printer need to be taken offline.”

The nurse nodded “I have needed the microchip more than once. Disgruntled patients sometimes blame the nurse out of paranoia for something a doctor did, plus being mass produced makes people uneasy.”

Max asked “What do you mean, should they go rogue?”

Frederick said “The Bam-Kursh didn’t just waltz Joy onto the input plate of a Logicular Scanner. She altered her biology. That alteration includes some intricate logic encoding to ensure the nurse never gets stressed or tired or loses her ability to be personable. That kind of encoding can go dangerously wrong if the printer fucks up.”

Max nodded “Yeah that would be bad.”

Max thought for a moment then said “So why did you flash your badge?”

The nurse said “People who provide for the society but don’t live in it enough to gain the benefits of it have the right of renewable freeness. If someone with that badge wants anything from society that is easily renewable then they have but to ask.”

Max was dumbfounded.

Frederick grinned “Naturally since Nurse Joy is a very renewable resource I get her for free. You can have her if you like?”

The nurse glared at him “I have work to do.”

Max said “Thank you really but this is a bit much to take in.”

“You’re off the hook” said Frederick with a laugh and he went back to his controls.

“I’m sorry” said the nurse “Perhaps if we meet again, I’ll let you take me out for coffee and we can see where the night goes?”

Max stammered “S-sure”

The door opened and nurse joy stepped out.

A tall blonde woman entered pulling a punk “Sorry to bother you but can you tame me please? My ignorant boyfriend doesn’t have the balls.”

The punk sighed “I just don’t want the magic to go. I love you for you.”

“And I want to be your pet” said the woman frustratedly.

Frederick laughed.

The punk threw his hands up in the air defensively. “Hey, I’m real sorry about this. I don’t want to bother you.”

The woman said “Come on, you’ve got a seghat you must be able to tame me?”

Frederick placed a finger on the woman’s lips, silencing her and handed the punk his card “Call me and I’ll give you a quote. You don’t have to do this but if you do I can help you.”

The punk nodded and took the card “Cheers”

Frederick stroked the woman’s cheek “And as for you? Honey, I am a Farsh-nuke, I would love to tame you but I don’t do freebies. Take your man to relationship councilling and remember that a Logicio or even a lesser Farsh-nuke might just lie to you so he can eat you. Be careful.”

The woman nodded “Okay but you are taming me?”

Frederick withdrew his hand “Just so long as you provide the cash.”

The punk and the woman left the shed.

Frederick chuckled and got to piloting the shed.

Max asked “So how does money work? I mean I can’t imagine a utopia having free market capitalism?”

“Right you are” said Frederick as he opened the shed doors and led Max outside “The Denizens of Choice are each granted a universal basic income which is enough to live comfortably on. If they pursue any kind of productive passion that provides a service to others then they get extra. This money invariably accrues massively in the hands of an elite minority who are then milked with massive rates of tax but being part of the high tax barrier grants them access to the societies special resources and so despite being effectively taxed to the point of having a reasonable income their contacts allow them to do things the common people can’t.”

“Regulated Capitalism” said Max “I like that.”

“It is world of sharks and seals” said Frederick “The seals are kept happy, plentiful and obedient and the sharks get to rule the seas.”

Max asked “What if you don’t want to swim with sharks?”

“Then you can join a commune of seals and ignore the vampires and elder gods and top tax payers when they walk amongst you to lure a seal away.” said Frederick “To many people Choice World is a kind of communist utopia but equally to the sharks it is the most gloriously corrupt and decadent dystopia that happens to benefit them. The difference of course is a matter of perception. Any citizen can own or become a toy or a sylph or a piece of art but the rich make it fashionable and so the minority that don’t need to be convinced to take advantage of another facilitate the desires of those seals who want to be taken advantage of.”

Max asked “Is there any crime?”

“We have capitalism so we have theft” said Frederick “People are still people so we do get attempted murder and rape but most of the time surveillance can halt a crime before or as it happens and certainly every victim makes a complete recovery. The most common crime is choice crime, where you alter the perceptions of your victim so their interpretation of reality is exactly what they want and consent to while the reality is what you want. This can be difficult as for some people this is genuinely an ideal solution and in some cases the victims don’t press charges against the person who decieved them but rather the person who shattered the illusion. Fortunately the surveillance sorts these situations out.”

Max nodded “So if I ever want to go, I just have to dial, yeah?”

Frederick nodded. “Good luck with your life Max.”