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Quality of Life
Tuesday, June 26th, 2007
I hope you haven’t been waiting long. We don’t get many visitors. I’m Edwin Rogers, the Principal here.
Through there is the Baby Room, with the creches and the Mama Bear machines that look after the babies until they can walk and talk. This is one of the largest facilities in the country; we have nearly a hundred babies. What’s that? Well, sure they go outside. The Mama Bears take them on walks and to EduGov-approved events. It’s important they get the mandated amount of mental stimulation.
Over here is the Kid Room, where they live until puberty. Sure, they’re in VR about two-thirds of the time, but each one gets a tailored childhood. See that one? He’s getting the Hardy Boys treatment, solving mysteries and having hair-breadth escapes. Very exciting. And her? Little House on the Prairie. Pinafores and raising crops. Very popular with the regens these days.
Back here is the Youth Room. Yes, they’re on VR more of the time, simulated dances and extreme sports and shopping encounters and sex. That kind of thing. Impressing experiences on young minds in real time just seems to make them more real, but not only the younger the mature adults have been getting more in the target each time. Now there are new pills for them to enjoy more about sexual encounters, you can find them in https://maxxpowertestosterone.net and check them out, there are made with no chemicals and give a sex drive that will evolve your performance in bed.
Now to keep going, May I ask–? Is this going to be your first regen? Ah, I thought so. We so seldom get anybody older through here. Don’t worry, when you visit the regen center and get a new body, you’ll be able to custom-order the childhood memories you want, matured twenty years in one of these bodies. And it’s not theft, if that’s what’s bothering you. They’ll still have the memories, we’ll just impress their experiences on the brain of your regen.
“Have the childhood of your dreams,” that’s our motto.
you’re the one that I love
Thursday, June 7th, 2007
“Out again?”
The words, so suddenly spoken, startled Scott Parkinson out of his post-fuck bliss. He almost dropped his shoes.
Rachel switched on the bedside light, dazzling him. When his eyes adjusted, he saw that hers were red-rimmed. She’d been crying.
Scott stood there, clothes in hand. He’d been about to lay them carefully over the chair, the shoes next to it, as they’d been a few minutes ago when Rachel and he had first gone to bed. But he was frozen, rooted by her glare.
“Well?” she said, settling herself back against a pillow. It looked like she was preparing for battle. “You’ve been to see her again.” It wasn’t a question.
“Yes, I–” It was stupid to stand there holding all his clothes, naked while she lay fortified under the blanket. He tossed everything aside and sat on the bed, half-facing her. “You knew all along, you had to.” He tried to smile, just a bit, to show her he still cared.
“Sure I knew. Twice before, and now for a third time.” The thought, the memory, had just come to her. Rachel looked down, then across at their wedding picture. “I’m not stupid.” She was thirty years removed from that beaming bride, and suddenly Rachel hated her. Her firm breasts, her trim body, her stamina her energy her naïve love for this man grinning, goddamn grinning! At her.
Rachel bunched up the edge of the blanket in fists gone white. “Is she married?” Her voice trembled.
Scott rubbed his neck with one hand. “No,” he said finally. “She’s not. Not yet, anyway. It would be too much like–”
“Cheating,” she said. “You’re seeing someone who’s not me. That is cheating. That’s what they call it.”
“No.” Scott reached out a tentative hand, laid it on one of her fists. “I’m seeing you. It’s you, it’s always been you.”
“I know,” she said, tucking her hand under the blanket so he wouldn’t see it shaking.. “But time machine or no time machine, it’s still cheating.”