The Decommission Agent

by Nash, Lisa

  Donnie ran a chrome tat analysis on the Jessica model and turned in all the information he had to Craig Anders. He would have gone to Pope with it, but she was AWOL. He didn’t know where she was, which was unusual because it felt like she was up his ass every chance she got. Frankly, he didn’t care where she was. Louis met Donnie in his cubicle more excited than he should have been.

  “Aren’t you beat?” Donnie asked.

  “To shit,” Louis said.

  “So, what’s with the annoying smile?”

  Louis moved in closer so he could whisper without being overheard. “Dude from the cantina invited me to the lodge.”

  Donnie looked him in disbelief. “No way.”

  “I’m not kidding. Said he had a last minute drop out. Offered me the spot because I was the first one he saw. I love it when fucking miracles lead to copious amounts of pussy.”

  Donnie practically growled with envy. “And why is it I’m supposed to be happy for you? I got my ass hammered all day. I’ve been on the clock for 16 hours. I’ve examined more samples and specimens than I have since I’ve worked here, and I’ve got nothing but a headache and an ass-load of grief raining down on my head. To top it off, I’m going home to a cheap six pack and an empty bed. Meanwhile, you’re headed off to the fuck lodge to tag bio-synthetic slam hounds all night.”

  “Relax, numb nuts. Dude said I can bring a friend.”

  A smile slowly formed on Donnie’s face. He pumped his fist in the air. “Fucking-A! The fuck lodge!” He quickly switched to a whisper, “We’re going to the fuck lodge?”

  “Just call me your miracle man,” Louis said.

  -53-

  Dr. Green, still reveling in his miracle, convinced Thomas to let a member of his staff take Cora to the kitchen to eat. Cora insisted she wasn’t hungry, but eventually agreed to go so the son and father could have a private moment. She had no idea that private moment would include Duncan.

  Once alone, Thomas was the first to speak and it wasn’t to his newly found father. It was to Duncan. “You’re a bio-synthetic?”

  “Looks like this just don’t happen by accident,” Duncan said.

  “But… you know?”

  He nodded. “I’ve always known. Doc, clued me in from day one.”

  “There was no reason not to,” Dr. Green said. “If you educate a unit about their origins from the beginning, they are as psychologically capable of handling their place in the world as humans are. More so, in fact. There are no lingering questions on why they’re here or how they came to be or who their creator is. They know the things humans do not know about themselves.”

  Still stunned, Thomas asked, “But how…?”

  “How did a mental patient make a bio-synthetic?” Dr. Green finished the question for him. “Making a synthetic stem cell is easy if you have the right tools and chemicals… and knowledge, I suppose. The mistake Grant made was locking me away in a hospital that has lax security and more than enough supplies to duplicate what I was doing in the billion dollar laboratories he built for me. It took some ingenuity to fabricate the embryonic pouch, but I managed to gain access to the requisitions list and edits it to include the raw materials that would suffice. The whole process took years to complete. Partly so my activities would go undetected, but mostly because I was heavily medicated, and it took me some time to find my way through the fog. I managed to gradually change my med schedule during my infrequent stretches of lucidity and hatch a plan that would eventually free me.” He giggled and spun around like a giddy child. “Free. Free. Free.”

  Duncan rolled his eyes and slapped Thomas on the back. “How do you like my god? He’s a fucking lunatic, ain’t he?”

  “What do you mean Grant locked you up?”

  Dr. Green stopped spinning. “Let’s not talk about that. It is so… troubling. And I am so very happy. Happy, Duncan, do you hear me? Happy!”

  “I hear ya, doc, but I think we need to clue the kid in on what’s going on. They ought to be getting restless as shit right about now, and we’re going have to pick up the pace around here.”

  Dr. Green looked at his creation. “Yes, yes. You are right. Right. Right. Right.” He sighed to calm himself. “Anthony Grant did locked me away. He tired of me… interfering with his business… He trivialized my work… turned it into a… a… a tool to take his smut to the next level… turned something revolutionary into something that services the most base carnal needs of human beings… not that I don’t entertain those needs myself. I do. I am human after all, but to devote my work to such a thing is absolute madness.”

  “Keep it moving, doc,” Duncan said. “Get to the point.”

  “Yes, the point. The point is Grant bought the patent to my work. I synthesized human stem cells. Others had done most of the hard work before me. They had synthesized bacteria cells and even blood cells. I simply extrapolated their work, made some minor adjustments, and created a living human stem cell.” He clapped his hands. “A living human stem cell, can you imagine? The applications for such a thing are… are… are endless.”

  Thomas was still having trouble processing that the man before him was his father. “I don’t get it. What applications?”

  “No more disease, son! No more disease. Don’t you see?”

  “No, not really. Apparently, I didn’t inherit your… brains.”

  “Stem cells have been used in the treatment of all sorts of diseases and traumatic injury with varying degrees of success. Frankly, failure rates of such treatment outweighed successes. But promising nonetheless. The problem with ‘natural’ stem cells is that they are only as good as the subject from which they are harvested and you run into donor and recipient match issues. It is an imperfect alternative answer to high risk mainstream medical treatment for such things. My synthetic stem cells don’t have the same sort of baggage. They are pristine and highly adaptable. We ran test trials on rats. Rats with cancer, brain injuries, paralysis, whatever malady you can imagine…” He clapped as he pictured the good old days of research. Shouting he said, “One hundred percent!”

  Duncan interpreted for his creator. “He means they had a 100% success rate in curing the rats.”

  “Yes, yes, yes. That is what I mean. No matter the condition. No matter the stage of the condition. No matter diet. No matter… anything. It was a discovery of gigantic proportions!”

  Thomas tried to wrap his head around what Dr. Green was saying. “How come I’ve never heard of this until now?”

  Dr. Green smiled and pointed at him. “Smart boy. Smart boy. Question everything. Trust no one.”

  “Grant shit-canned the doc’s research…”

  “I’ll tell it, Duncan. I will tell it.” He straightened his coat and stood tall. “Enter one Anthony Grant into the story. The man had money, charisma, and a twisted foresight that only the most psychopathic possess. He got wind of my research. I’m not sure where… Some party or social event… where isn’t important. What is important is that he serenaded me, wooed me, if you will. Offered to fund my work. Give me free reign. He simply wanted to co-own the patent with me. I agreed.” He raised his fists into the air and grimaced. “Damn it! Why did I agree?”

  “Bring it down, doc,” Duncan said.

  “Yes, of course.” He cleared his throat. “There was nothing wrong in the beginning. I did my research, and he treated me like I was his favorite puppy. The trouble started when we were set to begin human trials, the last step before receiving FDA approval.” He started to absentmindedly roam about the room. “He arranged a meeting with all the pharmaceutical companies. It was top brass only. The heads of research. The decision makers.”

  “So he wanted to sell your patent to the highest bidder?” Thomas asked.

  “Oh, no,” Dr. Green said with a snort of laughter. “Anthony Grant was far too shrewd for that.” He looked plaintively at his hands outstretched before him. “He wanted to use my work to bribe them.”

  -54-

  His mole, Denise Harvey, sat in
the limo next to him. The woman had been his greatest asset over the years, and he trusted her as much as he could trust anyone.

  The Senator winked at her as his assistant wrapped her legs around the parking attendant’s hips at the far end of the limo. The retired politician smiled wickedly as he watched the young couple vigorously fuck of each other. Placing his hand on Harvey’s leg he said, “I hope you don’t mind, but I find myself needing a boost and watching two lovers… the heat… the passion… it soothes my nerves.”

  Harvey shook her head and pretended as if she didn’t mind.

  “We can still carry on with our business.” The Senator poured himself a glass of bourbon, but did not even bother to ask Harvey if she cared for one. She didn’t drink, and the Senator considered that her biggest flaw.

  “You were right about Grant,” he said. “She doesn’t know anything. She left out a few details here and there, but for the most part she laid out all her cards on the table.”

  “Her father only kept her in the loop on the bio-synthetic end of the business,” Harvey said.

  He took a drink and savored it. “And you, my dear, have done a masterful job taking care of the other end of the business. Masterful.”

  Embarrassed by the compliment, she smiled and nodded.

  “And Dr. Green? Where are we on that little problem?”

  “My people are working on it. I have the full resources of Grant Bio-Synthetic Industries behind me, so I don’t anticipate that to be a problem much longer.”

  “Make sure that it isn’t.”

  “Yes, sir.”

  “The woman… Pope?”

  “No longer a problem.”

  “And the others… Derrick and Luther…is it…? And someone else?”

  “Donald and Louis, sir, and that will be resolved by tonight. As well as the other.”

  He glared at her skeptically and held the bourbon in his mouth for a beat longer than normal and then swallowed. “Do you think it’s wise to wait? Why not just take care of it now?”

  “It would be a tricky proposition, sir, if four of our employees disappeared without warning. I’ve arranged for a resolution in a public setting.”

  “Public? I don’t like it. It will draw too much attention.”

  “That is the beauty of it, Senator. Because, while it is public, the public that will be attending will be engaging in highly illegal and immoral activities. They will not want any undue attention focused on them. They will take care of any cover-up for us.. In the end, and I expect that end to come in very short order I might add, those involved in the cover up will end up taking the blame.”

  He smiled and then broke out into a laugh. “Fucking brilliant, Denise. Absolutely, fucking brilliant.”

  -55-

  “Gentleman,” a rotund woman dressed in a black suit and matching turtleneck said, “Welcome to the fuck lodge. Your first time?”

  Both Donnie and Louis nodded.

  The woman identified herself as Mae and invited the two newcomers into a side room just inside the rundown five-story brick building. She patted the men down and directed them to take a seat next to a couple. They introduced themselves as Lisa and Russell Tann.

  “Busy night for newbies,” Mae said. “I need to go over the rules of the fuck lodge before I cut you people loose inside the building.” She held up a kidney-shaped gadget the size of the palm of her hand. “This is an inhaler. Each of you will get one before entering. It has a durable yet comfortable string so you can hang it around your neck. Keep it on your person at all times. Bio-syns outnumber humans three to one in this place. They give off a lot heat: pheromones, voodoo, mojo, whatever the fuck you want to call it. It’s not drift, but it is pretty fucking close, and it is some powerful, powerful shit. If you feel yourself getting lightheaded or woozy, take in a couple of hits from your inhaler. It fits over your mouth and nose thusly.” She demonstrated and then handed each of the newcomers an inhaler.

  Continuing she said, “These are not your typical bio-syns. They are defects off the line.”

  “Defects?” Russell asked.

  “Don’t worry. You can’t see most of the defects. Ninety percent of them are fucked up in the head. The brain’s not only a terrible thing to waste, it’s also as difficult as shit to cook one up in a lab. To put it plainly, these fuckers are dumb as rocks.”

  “What about the other ten percent?” Louis asked.

  “Extra body part here and there. I think we got one with two dicks. Another one with a third arm. The bonus is that all extra body parts tend to be fully functional. That’s why we include them in this party.” She looked at Lisa. “You may want to give the double cock unit a try. He can take care of your recreational area and sewer line at the same time. I understand it can be quite the little thrill ride.”

  Lisa smiled politely and squeezed her husband’s hand.

  “Now, I shouldn’t have to say this, but we’ve had problems in the past, so I will. What takes place here is not strictly legal. This is not a company function. The company does not endorse or approve what we do here. Technically, they do not know this place exists. They look the other way because we always have the units back for decommission in less than 24 hours. No fuss. No muss. If you get caught by the authorities, we are fucked and by the transitive property of equality, you are very, very dead. If you blab to your friends about this place, you are even deader. Am I being clear enough?”

  Everyone nodded.

  “Good. Now, every unit here is turned up to horny as fuck. You will be horny as fuck. You will also be euphoric and giddy and coming all over the place, which brings me to our most important rule. Clean up after yourselves. Don’t be disgusting.”

  With the rules and threats effectively delivered, she stepped into the hallway and pointed toward a set of double doors at the end of the dark corridor. The muffled sound of heavy thumping music could be heard on the other side of the doors. “Your paradise awaits.”

  Russell was the first to move. He took a step and then grabbed his wife’s hand and said, “It’s now or never.”

  She felt her stomach turn as she let him guide her down the hall.

  Donnie looked at Louis and said, “You’re not going to pussy out are you?”

  Louis raised an eyebrow. “Brother, every fucking wet dream I’ve ever had since puberty is waiting for me on the other side of those doors. I’d miss my mother’s funeral for this.” He hurried past Lisa and Russell. Reaching the door, he turned, gave the others a smile and then pushed it open.

  Donnie heard his friend hoot and say, “Fuck yeah!” as he slipped through the open door. But, he still waited. If asked why, he couldn’t explain. He just waited and watched as Lisa and Russell entered the room. He saw neon lights and the silhouettes of people dancing. He saw a man’s bare ass and a woman’s legs wrapped around it.

  His heart beat against his chest. He gave himself a pep talk to shake off the nerves and then moved to the door. Closing his eyes, he told himself he could do it, and then pushed the door open. Looking in front of him, he saw the bare ass again. He could tell by the rippling muscles on the male’s back that it was a bio-syn. His ass contracted and relaxed as he pumped into a woman. The woman was shouting ‘yes’ over and over again.

  By the time the doors closed behind him, Donnie was fully erect. Every inhibition he’d had outside the room was gone. He spotted Louis dancing with a mocha skinned bio-syn unit. She was naked and perfect, and Louis already had his shirt off.

  To his right, Donnie saw Lisa laughing wildly as she tugged on a bio-syn’s massive cock, while Russell watched with a goofy grin and his hands down his pants.

  “Can I see your ID?” Donnie heard a woman ask.

  A blonde dressed in a police uniform that was far from standard issue stared at him with depraved intentions. Her hat sat at an angle on her head. A black tube top that was barely wide enough to qualify as more than a strip of cloth covered her nipples. A pair of handcuffs hung from a belt that hung loosely a
round her hips. A black see-through mesh skirt, thigh high white socks, and a pair of black stilettos completed the outfit.

  “Excuse me?” Donnie asked.

  “ID?”

  He showed her the yellow bracelet he had received at the door.

  “What’s that?”

  “They gave it to me… to get in.”

  She grabbed his wrist. “You trying to be funny?”

  Startled by her quickness Donnie said, “What…?”

  She turned him around with little effort and before he could react, she had him handcuffed. “I’m taking you in.”

  “In where?” Donnie asked feeling panicked and intrigued all at once.

  She shoved him through the crowd. “Just walk.”

  They passed Louis whose pants were off. The unit was on her knees with her hand wrapped around his cock. She moved her head back and forth to the beat of the music while stroking his erection.

  He looked over his shoulder in Lisa and Russell’s direction. Her pants were draped around her ankles as she bent over in the downward dog position. The male unit pounded her from behind while Russell gleefully masturbated.

  It was all so hedonistic and out of control, Donnie found himself both frightened and utterly grateful to be in the middle of it all.

  The blonde cop shoved Donnie into a room where two females lay on a couch in the 69 position. He couldn’t tell which was the bio-syn and which was the human.

  The cop grabbed his face in her hands and kissed him as if it had been something she longed to do for a lifetime. Then leaning into his ear she said, “Mister, when I ask to see your ID, you better goddamn whip it out next time.”

  “Whip it out?

  She cupped her hand on his crotch. “There it is.”

  “Okay…” Donnie said wide-eyed.

  “You know what the penalty is for resisting a police officer?”