Rewired: The Post-Cyberpunk Anthology

by Kelly, James Patrick

  I looked. There were mountains outside.

  “Imagine waking up in the Alps every morning!”

  “I —”

  “And when you’re ready for work, your car is already warm in the garage!”

  The windows switched from the mountains to a picture of a car in a garage.

  “And your voicemail tells callers that you’re not home when it senses the car is gone from the garage!”

  I wondered if there was somewhere I could get if I went down to drive the car. But they were trying to sell me this house, so probably not.

  “And the television notifies you when the book you’re reading is available this week as a movie!”

  The television switched to a movie, the window curtains closed, and the light by the phone went off.

  “I can’t read,” I said.

  “All the more important, then, isn’t it?” said the house.

  “What about the bedroom?” I said. I was thinking about sleep. “Here you go!” A door opened and I went in. The bedroom had another television. But the bed wasn’t right. It had a scribble of electronic stuff over it.

  “What’s wrong with the bed?”

  “Somebody defaced it,” said the house. “Pity.”

  I knew it must have been Fearing or Kromer who wrecked the bed because they didn’t want anyone getting that comfortable and falling asleep and out of the contest. At least not yet.

  “Sorry!” said the house. “Let me show you the work center!”

  Next rest I got right into Gloria’s cot and curled up and she curled around me. It was real early in the morning and nobody was watching the show now and Fearing wasn’t talking. I think he was off taking a nap of his own.

  Kromer woke us up. “He always have to sleep with you, like a baby?”

  Gloria said, “Leave him alone. He can sleep where he wants.”

  “I can’t figure,” said Kromer. “Is he your boyfriend or your kid brother?”

  “Neither,” said Gloria. “What do you care?”

  “Okay,” said Kromer. “We’ve got a job for him to do tomorrow, though.”

  “What job?” said Gloria. They talked like I wasn’t there.

  “We need a hacker boy for a little sideshow we put on,” said Kromer. “He’s it.”

  “He’s never been in a scape before,” said Gloria. “He’s no hacker.”

  “He’s the nearest we’ve got. We’ll walk him through it.”

  “I’ll do it,” I said.

  “Okay, but then leave him out of the Sexathon,” said Gloria.

  Kromer smiled. “You’re protecting him? Sorry. Everybody plays in the Sexathon, sweetheart. That’s bread and butter. The customers don’t let us break the rules.” He pointed out to the rigs. “You’d better get out there.”

  I knew Kromer thought I didn’t know about Gloria and Fearing, or other things. I wanted to tell him I wasn’t so innocent, but I didn’t think Gloria would like it, so I kept quiet.

  I went to talk to Mr. Sneeze. I remembered where he was from the first time.

  “What’s a Sexathon?” I said.

  “I don’t know, Lewis.”

  “I’ve never had sex,” I said.

  “Me neither,” said Mr. Sneeze.

  “Everybody always thinks I do with Gloria just because we go around together. But we’re just friends.”

  “That’s fine,” said Mr. Sneeze. “It’s okay to be friends.”

  “I’d like to be Lane’s boyfriend,” I said.

  Next break Gloria slept while Gilmartin and Kromer told me about the act. A drawer would be marked for me to go into, and there would be a lot of numbers and letters but I just had to keep pressing “1-2-3” no matter what. It was supposed to be a security archive, they said. The people watching would think I was breaking codes but it was just for show. Then something else would happen but they wouldn’t say what, just that I should keep quiet and let Fearing talk. So I knew they were going to pull me out of my mask. I didn’t know if I should tell Gloria.

  Fearing was up again welcoming some people back in. I couldn’t believe anybody wanted to start watching first thing in the morning but Fearing was saying “the gritty determination to survive that epitomizes the frontier spirit that once made a country called America great” and “young bodies writhing in agonized congress with the future” and that sounded like a lot of fun, I guess.

  A woman from the town had quit already. Not Lane though.

  A good quiet place to go was Mars. It was like the airplane, all space and no people, but better since there was no voice telling you to engage targets, and you never crashed.

  I went to the drawer they told me about. Fearing’s voice in my ear told me it was time. The place was a storeroom of information like the business library. No people, just files with a lot of blinking lights and complicated words. A voice kept asking me for “security clearance password” but there was always a place for me to touch “1-2-3” and I did. It was kind of a joke, like a wall made out of feathers that falls apart every time you touch it.

  I found a bunch of papers with writing. Some of the words were blacked out and some were bright red and blinking. There was a siren sound. Then I felt hands pulling on me from outside and somebody took off my mask.

  There were two guys pulling on me who I had never seen before, and Ed and Kromer were pulling on them. Everybody was screaming at each other but it was kind of fake, because nobody was pulling or yelling very hard. Fearing said, “The feds, the feds!” A bunch of people were crowded around my television screen I guess looking at the papers I’d dug up, but now they were watching the action.

  Fearing came over and pulled out a toy gun and so did Kromer, and they were backing the two men away from me. I’m sure the audience could tell it was fake. But they were pretty excited, maybe just from remembering when feds were real.

  I got off my frame and looked around. I didn’t know what they were going to do with me now that I was out but I didn’t care. It was my first chance to see what it was like when the contestants were all in their suits and masks, swimming in the information. None of them knew what was happening, not even Gloria, who was right next to me the whole time. They just kept moving in the scapes. I looked at Lane. She looked good, like she was dancing.

  Meanwhile Fearing and Kromer chased those guys out the back. People were craning around to see. Fearing came out and took his microphone and said, “It isn’t his fault, folks. Just good hacker instincts for ferreting out corruption from encrypted data. The feds don’t want us digging up their trail, but the kid couldn’t help it.”

  Ed and Kromer started snapping me back into my suit. “We chased them off,” Fearing said, patting his gun. “We do take care of our own. You can’t tell who’s going to come sniffing around, can you? For his protection and ours we’re going to have to delete that file, but it goes to show, there’s no limit to what a kid with a nose for data’s going to root out of cyberspace. We can’t throw him out of the contest for doing what comes natural. Give him a big hand, folks.”

  People clapped and a few threw coins. Ed picked the change up for me, then told me to put on my mask. Meanwhile Gloria and Lane and everybody else just went on through their scapes.

  I began to see what Kromer and Fearing were selling. It wasn’t any one thing. Some of it was fake and some was real, and some was a mix so you couldn’t tell.

  The people watching probably didn’t know why they wanted to, except it made them forget their screwed-up life for a while to watch the only suckers bigger than themselves — us.

  “Meanwhile, the big show goes on,” said Fearing. “How long will they last? Who will take the prize?”

  I told Gloria about it at the break. She just shrugged and said to make sure I got my money from Kromer. Fearing was talking to Anne the woman from the van, and Gloria was staring at them like she wanted them dead.

  A guy was lying in his cot talking to himself as if nobody could hear and Gilmartin and Kromer went over and
told him he was kicked out. He didn’t seem to care.

  I went to see Lane but we didn’t talk. We sat on her cot and held hands. I didn’t know if it meant the same thing to her that it did to me but I liked it.

  After the break I went and talked to Mr. Sneeze. He told me the story of the show about Christmas. He said it wasn’t about always getting gifts. Sometimes you had to give gifts too.

  —

  The Sexathon was late at night. They cleared the seats and everyone had to pay again to get back in, because it was a special event. Fearing had built it up all day, talking about how it was for adults only, it would separate the men from the boys, things like that. Also that people would get knocked out of the contest. So we were pretty nervous by the time he told us the rules.

  “What would scapes be without virtual sex?” he said. “Our voyagers must now prove themselves in the sensual realm — for the future consists of far more than cold, hard information. It’s a place of desire and temptation, and, as always, survival belongs to the fittest. The soldiers will now be steered onto the sexual battlescape — the question is, will they meet with the Little Death, or the Big One?”

  Gloria wouldn’t explain. “Not real death,” is all she said.

  “The rules again are so simple a child could follow them. In the Sex-Scape environment our contestants will be free to pick from a variety of fantasy partners. We’ve packed this program with options, there’s something for every taste, believe you me. We won’t question their selections, but—here’s the catch — we will chart the results. Their suits will tell us who does and doesn’t attain sexual orgasm in the next session, and those who don’t will be handed their walking papers. The suits don’t lie. Find bliss or die, folks, find bliss or die.”

  “You get it now?” said Gloria to me.

  “I guess,” I said.

  “As ever, audience members are cautioned never to interfere with the contestants during play. Follow their fantasies on the monitors, or watch their youthful bodies strain against exhaustion, seeking to bridge virtual lust and bona fide physical response. But no touchee.”

  Kromer was going around, checking the suits. “Who’s gonna be in your fantasy, kid?” he said to me. “The snowman?”

  I’d forgotten how they could watch me talk to Mr. Sneeze on my television. I turned red.

  “Screw you, Kromer,” said Gloria.

  “Whoever you want, honey,” he said, laughing.

  Well I found my way around their Sex-Scape and I’m not too embarrassed to say I found a girl who reminded me of Lane, except for the way she was trying so hard to be sexy. But she looked like Lane. I didn’t have to do much to get the subject around to sex. It was the only thing on her mind. She wanted me to tell her what I wanted to do to her and when I couldn’t think of much she suggested things and I just agreed. And when I did that she would move around and sigh as if it were really exciting to talk about even though she was doing the talking. She wanted to touch me but she couldn’t really so she took off her clothes and got close to me and touched herself. I touched her too but she didn’t really feel like much and it was like my hands were made of wood, which couldn’t have felt too nice for her though she acted like it was great.

  I touched myself a little too. I tried not to think about the audience. I was a little confused about what was what in the suit and with her breathing in my ear so loud but I got the desired result. That wasn’t hard for me.

  Then I could go back to the drawers but Kromer had made me embarrassed about visiting Mr. Sneeze so I went to Mars even though I would have liked to talk to him.

  The audience was all stirred up at the next break. They were sure getting their money’s worth now. I got into Gloria’s cot. I asked her if she did it with her own hands too. “You didn’t have to do that,” she said.

  “How else?”

  “I just pretended. I don’t think they can tell. They just want to see you wiggle around.”

  Well some of the women from the town hadn’t wiggled around enough I guess because Kromer and Ed were taking them out of the contest. A couple of them were crying.

  “I wish I hadn’t,” I said.

  “It’s the same either way,” said Gloria. “Don’t feel bad. Probably some other people did it too.”

  They didn’t kick Lane out but I saw she was crying anyway.

  Kromer brought a man into the back and said to me, “Get into your own cot, little snowman.”

  “Let him stay,” said Gloria. She wasn’t looking at Kromer.

  “I’ve got someone here who wants to meet you,” said Kromer to Gloria. “Mr. Warren, this is Gloria.”

  Mr. Warren shook her hand. He was pretty old. “I’ve been admiring you,” he said. “You’re very good.”

  “Mr. Warren is wondering if you’d let him buy you a drink,” said Kromer.

  “Thanks, but I need some sleep,” said Gloria.

  “Perhaps later,” said Mr. Warren.

  After he left, Kromer came back and said, “You shouldn’t pass up easy money.”

  “I don’t need it,” said Gloria. “I’m going to win your contest, you goddamn pimp.”

  “Now, Gloria,” said Kromer. “You don’t want to give the wrong impression.”

  “Leave me alone.”

  I noticed now that Anne wasn’t around in the rest area and I got the idea that the kind of easy money Gloria didn’t want Anne did. I’m not so dumb.

  Worrying about the Sexathon had stopped me from feeling how tired I was. Right after that I started nodding off in the scapes. I had to keep moving around. After I’d been to a few new things I went to see the snowman again. It was early in the morning and I figured Kromer was probably asleep and there was barely any audience to see what I was doing on my television. So Mr. Sneeze and I talked and that helped me stay awake.

  I wasn’t the only one who was tired after that night. On the next break I saw that a bunch of people had dropped out or been kicked out for sleeping. There were only seventeen left. I couldn’t stay awake myself. But I woke up when I heard some yelling over where Lane was.

  It was her parents. I guess they heard about the Sexathon, maybe from her boyfriend, who was there too. Lane was sitting crying behind Fearing who was telling her parents to get out of there, and her father just kept saying, “I’m her father! I’m her father!” Her mother was pulling at Fearing but Ed came over and pulled on her.

  I started to get up but Gloria grabbed my arm and said, “Stay out of this.”

  “Lane doesn’t want to see that guy,” I said.

  “Let the townies take care of themselves, Lewis. Let Lane’s daddy take her home if he can. Worse could happen to her.”

  “You just want her out of the contest,” I said.

  Gloria laughed. “I’m not worried about your girlfriend outlasting me,” she said. “She’s about to break no matter what.”

  So I just watched. Kromer and Ed got Lane’s parents and boyfriend pushed out of the rest area, back toward the seats. Fearing was yelling at them, making a scene for the audience. It was all part of the show as far as he was concerned.

  Anne from the van was over talking to Lane, who was still crying, but quiet now.

  “Do you really think you can win?” I said to Gloria.

  “Sure, why not?” she said. “I can last.”

  “I’m pretty tired.” In fact my eyeballs felt like they were full of sand.

  “Well if you fall out stick around. You can probably get food out of Kromer for cleaning up or something. I’m going to take these bastards.”

  “You don’t like Fearing anymore,” I said.

  “I never did,” said Gloria.

  That afternoon three more people dropped out. Fearing was going on about endurance and I got thinking about how much harder it was to live the way me and Gloria did than it was to be in town and so maybe we had an advantage. Maybe that was why Gloria thought she could win now. But I sure didn’t feel it myself. I was so messed up that I couldn’t alw
ays sleep at the rest periods, just lie there and listen to Fearing or eat their sandwiches until I wanted to vomit.

  Kromer and Gilmartin were planning some sideshow but it didn’t involve me and I didn’t care. I didn’t want coins thrown at me. I just wanted to get through.

  If I built the cities near the water the plague always killed all the people and if I built the cities near the mountains the volcanoes always killed all the people and if I built the cities on the plain the other tribe always came over and killed all the people and I got sick of the whole damn thing.

  “When Gloria wins we could live in town for a while,” I said. “We could even get jobs if there are any. Then if Lane doesn’t want to go back to her parents she could stay with us.”

  “You could win the contest,” said Mr. Sneeze.

  “I don’t think so,” I said. “But Gloria could.”

  Why did Lewis cross Mars? To get to the other side. Ha ha.

  —

  I came out for the rest period and Gloria was already yelling and I unhooked my suit and rushed over to see what was the matter. It was so late it was getting light outside and almost nobody was in the place. “She’s cheating!” Gloria screamed. She was pounding on Kromer and he was backing up because she was a handful mad. “That bitch is cheating! You let her sleep!” Gloria pointed at Anne from the van. “She’s lying there asleep, you’re running tapes in her monitor you goddamn cheater!”

  Anne sat up in her frame and didn’t say anything. She looked confused. “You’re a bunch of cheaters!” Gloria kept saying. Kromer got her by the wrists and said, “Take it easy, take it easy. You’re going scape-crazy, girl.”

  “Don’t tell me I’m crazy!” said Gloria. She twisted away from Kromer and ran to the seats. Mr. Warren was there, watching her with his hat in his hands. I ran after Gloria and said her name but she said, “Leave me alone!” and went over to Mr. Warren. “You saw it, didn’t you?” she said.

  “I’m sorry?” said Mr. Warren.

  “You must have seen it, the way she wasn’t moving at all,” said Gloria. “Come on, tell these cheaters you saw it. I’ll go on that date with you if you tell them.”