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“Yep, it’ll help settle your stomach. I’ll make you some ginger tea too, when we get downstairs.”
“Thank you. You’re a gem.”
“Well, we love you,” Jinx said, pushing up his shirtsleeve to massage his forearm. “And it’s because we love you I’m gonna lay down a little bit of truth. You’re better off without her,” she said. “Carly was a narcissist.”
“Aren’t all models?” asked Wyatt. “Isn’t that like the job description or something?”
Jinx grabbed one of Aaron’s pillows and threw it at her husband. “No, not all models are. But Carly was. Only interested in her own stuff. And I hate to say it but also rude. All-around super-unlikeable. You were thinking with your dick on that one, my friend. I never imagined you with her long term, Aaron.”
“She was pretty self-centered, I’ll give you that.” Aaron took back his hand and began buttoning his shirt. “But it takes two to make or break it, and I can be selfish too. I’m a workaholic. I know it. And to be frank, I didn’t like spending time in her world anymore than she liked spending time in mine.”
“Carly not a big virtual reality enthusiast?” Wyatt said, snickering.
“Not really,” Aaron said, ignoring the laughter. “I tried to get her interested a few times. Get her excited about the sheer breadth of creative imagination and effort that is just all over HyperLyfe.”
“It is pretty impressive,” Jinx said. Crossing to a box on the floor that was overflowing with expensive ties, she rifled through the contents until she found something suitable. “I’m amazed at what people dream up.”
“She didn’t even like Celestia,” Aaron said. Jinx handed him the tie and he walked back into the bathroom to stand in front of the mirror. “That planet is hands down my favorite place in world. It’s massive, and so diverse, and there’s new content every time I go there. And the storylines! These sweeping epic adventures that you can improvise off of, it’s amazi–”
Wyatt caught Aaron’s eye and tapped the watch on his wrist. “Save it for the speech buddy. Time to go.”
Jinx waltzed into the bathroom holding up a suit jacket and a pair of trousers. “How can you be such a clothes horse, Aaron, and treat your stuff like total shit? I literally found this balled up in the bottom of another box.”
“Oh, the Tom Ford tartan, great choice,” Aaron said. Taking the suit from Jinx, he slipped into it, smoothing the fabric aggressively as he turned back to the mirror.
Jinx stood behind him and frowned.
“What?” he said. “It’s wrinkle resistant.”
Standing on tip-toe, Jinx reached for his head.
“You’re too damn tall,” she said, slapping at his shoulder. Wyatt came up behind her, grabbed his wife around the waist and lifted her up.
“Thank’s baby,” Jinx said sweetly as she went to work on Aaron’s hair.
“Is it fixable?” Aaron asked watching their reflection.
“Messy is in,” she said, finger combing Aaron’s overlong brown waves back from his face. “There, that’s better. Your baby blues are little bloodshot but that should clear up on its own. How’s the tummy?”
“Still hurts a little, Mom.” Aaron pouted at her in the mirror.
“Stop it,” Jinx said, her tone stern but her nose crinkling with amusement. “Let’s get you downstairs and get some tea into you. Then you’ll be ready to change the world.”
Lux was bustling with activity. Eldridge Innovations’ PR and Marketing teams were huddled up in the lounge at the front of the club, going over last-minute strategies and press packets. The tech crew was in the virtual reality bays at the back of the club, upgrading Lux’s current sexy VR simulation with the brand new, mind-blowing, totally immersive experience that was the topic of tonight’s unveiling.
Aaron strode quickly through the lounge to a door marked staff that led to the maintenance corridors in the walls of the club. It was a shortcut to Lux’s performance auditorium, and where they’d be holding tonight’s presentation.
He entered backstage, behind the dressing rooms, and was glad to see that Aiko was already there, loitering by the catering table, a teacup in her hand. She was not alone. The woman she was standing with was petite and wore a slim fitting dress the color of hot red peppers. Her back was to him, and despite the lingering upset stomach and the distraction of his speech looming, Aaron immediately noted the woman’s backside. Pleasingly round and pert, the dress hugged her form, and created delightful little stress pleats under each cheek. He mentally shook himself and crossed the room to join them, taking the teacup from Aiko when she offered it.
“Jinx said you need to chug that down Mister. It’s her special ginger blend, if it doesn’t help your stomach at least it’ll help your breath.”
Aaron lifted the teacup to his lips and gulped, rolling his eyes at Aiko’s remarks just as the woman in the red dress stepped forward and offered her hand.
“Mr. Eldridge, it’s such a pleasure to meet you. I’m Katie Martinez.”
He spit tea all over her dress.
It got worse from there.
Trying to save face he immediately pretended that the tea was too hot (it wasn’t) and that he’d only spit it out in an effort to protect his tongue from burning off. Then realizing what he’d just done to her beautiful dress, he grabbed a handful of napkins off the catering table and began mauling the poor woman.
Her breasts actually. What he was trying to do was to sop up the tea, but since the location of the stain was in the chest area, he was in fact repeatedly assaulting her with every dab. Worse yet, he couldn’t seem to stop.
Katie Martinez’s hand closed over his wrist and firmly pushed it away from her person.
“I think you should let me do that,” she said.
“I’m so sorry,” Aaron said. “I’m so so–”
“Good God Man!” Aiko crossed her arms over her chest and gave Aaron a long hard look. “Well then,” she said, gesturing to the other woman. “Aaron meet Katie, your deaf interpreter for tonight. I’ll have her ready for you as soon as I wring her out. Unless you’ve got a firehose in your back pocket you’d like to use on her next?”
Katie looked down at her dress, back up at Aaron, and to her immense credit she smiled.
“Oh it’s not that bad.” She flipped her long brown hair over her shoulder, pinched the dress fabric, pulled it away from her body, pursed her lips and blew. “I don’t think it’ll stain,” she said, looking back up at him with an expression that seemed intended to ease his discomfort.
Big brown eyes, a great smile, tiny dimples at the corners. And that look in her eyes, so sweet and earnest, but also lively, intelligent.
Aaron pressed a fist to his mouth and shook his head.
“Again, I’m so so sorry,” he said. He didn’t trust himself to say much more, since apparently his stars had aligned in the constellation of Fuckwit today.
He cleared his throat, and scrubbed a hand over his jaw, trying not to stare at the damaged dress and a few rogue droplets of tea that were trickling down her cleavage.
“I have just made the worst first impression of my entire life,” he said, choosing his words carefully. “And I hope that does not bode ill for how tonight’s presentation will go.”
Katie’s smile grew a little and her eyebrows knit into the sexiest pity-look he’d ever received.
Oh, man. It wasn’t the tea that was too hot, it was Katie Martinez.
“Oh no, stop that.” Katie held her hands up. “I think this was good luck. You got your blunders out of the way behind the scenes, and you’ll be just fine when you go on stage. Promise.”
“Man’s got eleventy-billion dollars in the bank and he needs reassuring,” Aiko muttered under her breath. “You literally do not deserve my bestie Eldridge. Saint Katie is way too flipping good for you.”
“Oh you’re friends? I didn’t realize.”
“We met in HyperLyfe actually,” said Katie, nodding. “A few years ago. My mom is deaf, s
o I sign, and Aiko figured that with my knowledge of the world, and VR…well I was the best fit on short notice.”
“No, you’re the best fit period,” Aiko said, scrunching up her nose. “Our other interpreter is great, but she doesn’t get HyperLyfe the way you do.”
“You’re a VR enthusiast?” said Aaron.
“Definitely.” Katie nodded and her eyes sparkled. “HyperLyfe changed my life.”
“That’s wonderful,” said Aaron. “I’d love to hear more, I–”
“Not now egghead, I gotta get Tessa on this tea-splosion before it sets. And I’m sure you’ve got shit to do, too. Jinx’ll blow a gasket if this thing starts late.”
Tessa was able to save the dress. A few dabs with some club soda, a minute spent with a hair dryer in a dressing room, and Katie could no longer see the spot where one of her idols had poured hot tea on her breasts.
Aaron Eldridge. He was just a few years older than her, so as an adolescent interested in technology, she’d followed his career on the news. From his first arrest as a coding wunderkind, (for hacking into a federal database) to his time spent as a government consultant (part of the terms of his stay out of jail deal with the feds), to when he entered the private sector and started Eldridge Innovations.
The man was a genius.
He also happened to be very good-looking. And she’d noticed, as she watched him pacing backstage, that he also had a very fine ass.
Things moved quickly once the press arrived. Aiko led Katie to an x taped downstage from Aaron’s spot, and wished her luck. The press filed in, the lights came up and Katie did all she could to keep up with the presentation, to deliver not only the content of Aaron’s speech to the non-hearing journalists, but to accurately re-create the tone and attitude of his words.
Aaron paced the stage behind her, animated and charming. He was so at ease and comfortable, so clearly in his element, she had to take care not to get lost in his spell. She wasn’t just an observer here, she was part of the show.
There were giant flat screens all around the packed auditorium, and so, while Katie was at the edge of the stage facing away from him, she could still see every detail on his face clearly. Her gaze followed as his image flitted across the screens. Tousled brown hair, piercing blue eyes, that trendy tie, and he was so tall. She knew the stats—his Wikipedia page said he was six foot six—still it was something else to witness it in person.
And as a tech geek, the fact that he was also giving the most exciting speech about virtual technology she’d ever heard, well, that was just icing.
It took every ounce of self-control to stay focused on the words, to pay attention to the translation and not just whip around and curl up on a corner of the stage, chin in hands and stars in her eyes.
“HyperLyfe is three-dimensional virtual reality in a two-dimensional space,” Aaron was saying. “Right now, the HyperLyfe experience is a lot like playing with virtual dolls. You log in, you press the arrow keys on your keyboard to walk, and you’re watching your little avatar waddle around on the screen, right?” Aaron did a little waddle of his own, and the audience laughed, then he laughed and Katie echoed the exchange in her translation, drawing her fingers up her cheeks in the sign for laughter. “The new generation of HyperLyfe brings you right into that three dimensional space.” Aaron waved his hand at the huge screen behind him, and the image changed.
A mountain range, at dawn, its craggy surface dotted with dragons. Katie glanced at the screen and almost gasped. She knew it was computer-generated, but still, the realism was astonishing. Aaron stopped talking, so there was nothing to sign, and she watched silently with the rest of the audience as the video continued.
The camera panned across the range, then dove steeply and focused in on the biggest of the dragons. The beast roared, and stretched its wings wide, the rising sun shimmering through veins in translucent, leathery skin.
Suddenly the perspective changed, and when the dragon bellowed again, the audience was seeing through its eyes, watching as a furnace erupted from those awesome jaws.
“Now I know what you’re thinking,” Aaron said. “You’re thinking ‘but Aaron, I’m still watching this on a screen. Yeah it’s first person perspective, and that’s neat and all, but I’m not living it. I can’t feel my scaly skin, the weight of wings on my back, the wind whipping around my body as I fly, the heat from the fire I’m breathing blowing back against my face. That’s just not possible.’”
Aaron paused, looked up at the screen and back at the crowd again.
“As of today my friends. That. Is. Possible. With HyperLyfe 2.0 and some very special gear we’ve been developing, you can be that dragon. I’ve going to turn things over to our head of development now, and he’ll explain all the gory details.”
The room erupted into applause and Katie wiggled her fingers for the translation, watching as a short, balding man strode out onto the stage and took the mic from Aaron.
There was a ton of technical jargon next, lots of talk about specs and S-Suits, (short for sensory suits), and a detailed run down of everything that made HyperLyfe 2.0 different from the original version. Basically, from what she could tell, it was mostly the suits. Full body from toes to jaw, the inside of the suit was covered in nano-haptics, tiny discs that could sense changes in the wearers body and even better, apply sensations according to the environment, and actions taking place in the 3D virtual world.
So basically, from what Katie understood, yeah, you could be a dragon, and if you were wearing one of these suits, it would feel like you were one too. Wings on your back, wind on your scales, heat on your face.
Holy shit.
Chapter Three
Katie watched as Aaron took the mic back from his head of development, and opened up the event to Q and A, pointing to reporters who stood and rattled off their questions.
“Is this ready to go? Or are we still talking beta?” asked a reporter in the front row.
“Ready to go,” Aaron said, “We’re taking pre-orders now and expect to be shipping in just under a month. We’ve got rigs set up in cities around the country and overseas that will be opening at midnight tonight, so the public can check out the technology for themselves. For you lucky people, we’ve got banks of rigs installed in conference hall H, two floors up, so if you hustle out of here when we’re done, you can try it out for yourselves.”
Another reporter stood and Aaron nodded in her direction.
“Why Lux for this announcement? E.I. has offices in San Francisco and here in New York, so why do this presentation at a sex club?”
Katie signed the reporter’s question and tried to keep her expression neutral. She really wanted to know the answer to this one. For a technological advance as important as virtual reality, it just seemed tawdry and dismissive to focus on the sex angle so much.
“Well, about that…” Aaron chuckled and scrubbed a hand over the back of his neck. “Two things drive technology towards innovation faster than anything else. Anyone want to take a guess?”
The reporter answered. “The military and the sex industry. Are you saying–”
“We’ve had an early version of this tech installed here at Lux since last year,” said Aaron. “Some of you did a few stories on it at the time. That equipment was basic, crude, not even close to what we’ve got for you now, but yes, that endeavor helped us with our research, gave us a lot of data that helped us to improve on the tech.”
“So why focus on the sex industry?” asked the reporter. “Wouldn’t the military benefit from this technology tremendously?”
“Yes.” Aaron nodded. “And they are. In fact, we went to them first, and they’re already using HL2. But that’s not how your average American is going is to experience this tech for the first time. They’re going to use it to shop, to visit with loved ones, to take virtual vacations, to work, and yes, to make love.”
“You really think people will prefer virtual sex to real sex?” asked the reporter. “That’s absurd.”<
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“That’s an incredibly narrow-minded view,” Aaron said, his expression grim. “It’s also ableist,” he said. “Do you have any idea how revolutionary the internet was for the deaf community?” He strode across the stage and stood just feet from Katie, making a point to gesture to her as he continued.
“It was a game changer. So were smartphones, and the ability to text. Before that, the non-hearing had to use specialized services if they wanted to communicate with the hearing world. The internet and modern technology put direct communication back in their hands. The percentage of users in HyperLyfe who are non-hearing is huge.”
“Okay, but we’re talking about sex, not hearing.”
“My point,” said Aaron, sighing. “Don’t assume your life, your experience is the same for everyone. Not everyone has the same access to, or opportunity for intimate encounters, not everyone–”
“So what you’re saying is that some basement-dwelling mouth-breather in Peoria who can’t get a girlfriend, will soon be able to rent a digital copy of his favorite movie star for sex. Frankly, a lot of people would think that’s disgusting.”
Aaron pinched the bridge of his nose and Katie stilled her hands. The auditorium was totally silent, the air thick with the anticipation of what Aaron’s response might be to so bold a challenge.
“As long as the movie star has a contract for the use of her likeness for such a purpose, I see no problem with that. Look, the first ad campaign for HyperLyfe was all about potential.”
Aaron turned back to the screen and pointed. After a split second delay, the first frames of a HyperLyfe advertisement began to play and Katie suppressed a smile. Somebody in the control booth had excellent timing.
“What if you could have the life you've always dreamed of?” Aaron said, speaking the words as they rolled across the screen. “What if nothing and no one, could hold you back? Don’t just wish for it, create it. In HyperLyfe™ the sky’s not the limit, it’s just the beginning.”
Aaron turned back to the reporter. “You’re only seeing the dark side of things. Maybe that guy in Peoria has a physical disability, maybe he’s got anxiety that keeps him at home. He could be a widower in search of companionship, or he’s got some kinky interests that he’d like to explore discreetly. Or maybe he’s simply someone that enjoys technology and sees HyperLyfe as an opportunity to meet like minded people from all over the world.”
