Chapter 8: Susan and Brandi

I said, “Zofia, is this legal? Purposely inoculating someone against their wishes could have dire financial consequences for me.”

Zofia the AI said, “Wait, looking ... Our societies don’t make beneficial acts illegal. Who would do a thing like this? It is fundamentally idiotic. By merely being a physical being, you are susceptible to thousands of pathogens. Anything that mitigates or removes danger from your life is seen as good and proper.”

It said, “In any case, it is not an issue. Your laws may vary from ours, but your technology is not able to detect Exo’s.

Zofia said, “Susan Willis is 27 years old. Originally from Maine, she works in the Medical Lab right downstairs in this hospital. Her specialty is; she is a lab technician specializing in tissue cultures. She determines if someone has cancer and other biopsy-detectable diseases.”

Zofia Continues, “She looks at a lot of cultures every day. She also maintains the various pieces of equipment and keeps the devices sterile. Then there is all the detailed record keeping she has to do. It’s much more involved and complex than that, but that’s her job. Her husband Herbert is down the hall in the waiting room. Herb is a junior prosecuting attorney for the county.”

Zofia said, “Even though they take precautions in the lab, Susan does catch an occasional bug in the lab. It is considered an occupational hazard. She gets paid a little more for the danger. Exo’s will be a perfect boon for her life.”

“She and her family will be better off if she passes on her immunization to them. She will never have another disease-producing microorganism bother her ever again. The Exo’s will intercept any of them and destroy them immediately.”

I slowly walked around the room. There were two female nurses still getting set up. The doctor had just left. I bet the doctor is room hoping between two women close to giving birth.

I slowly pulled my zipper down and took out my dick. I rolled my dick head between thumb and forefinger for a few seconds to gather some smegma. One of the nurses came over and pulled the covers back, and I saw Susan’s naked pussy. It was shaved but needed a touchup.

I like the looks of that.

With her distended belly and her occasional groaning in labor, it was disquieting. The nurse cleaned the area above Susan’s cunt and shaved it carefully. Then, she put a colored topical solution on the shaved site. She pulled a nearby tray table with surgical instruments closer to Susan.

The other nurse came over with a device, and I realized it was used to measure the width of Susan’s dilation. As the nurse stood to get up, I quickly touched my finger to the inside of Susan’s labia. I left it against her for a few moments.

Zofia said, “That should do it. Very good. Let’s find Brandi Chalmers two doors down. We can do the same thing again.”

I said to Zofia, “How is the power holding out on the belt?”

It said, “All is well. You still have almost a half hour to go. We can easily switch belts.”

Brandi Chalmers is a big woman. Her top is pushed down to her waist, and her giant engorged tits are sticking out for everyone to see. She has her husband near her head, holding her hand. She’s crushing his hand. Her husband, Jim, is immense, like in he’s massive. I’m well over six feet tall. He dwarfs me and has easily more than a hundred pounds on me.

I don’t want to piss him off.

I stood near Brandi’s left leg, ready to jump out of the way. The nurses are moving around and doing things quickly. I didn’t want them to bump into me.

I was on the side, away from where the nurses had all their shit set up. The doctor kept doing things, checking and touching the head of the baby and fussing with it.

I waited with Smegma ready. Once, after the doctor fidgeted again, I saw my opportunity. I touched Brandi’s inner pussy lip as if it was the back of the doctor’s hand.

I immediately retreated. I stood back as the baby’s head began to crown and stayed throughout the birth and afterbirth. Yuck! Brandi’s giant nipples were leaking drops of yellow-tinged milk.

Zofia had me rush back to Susan’s room. The doctor had barely handed the baby off to a nurse and congratulated the happy couple when she left. I followed the doctor on her heels. I went through the same rigmarole again. At least Susan was an attractive woman.

I snuck out for five minutes so that I could change out the power modules. It was time.

If you thought there was a men’s room anywhere near the babies’ birth area, you have never been in a hospital. Places like this seem to build a bare minimum of human necessaries. (restrooms) When I returned, just in time to see the doctor, take a long, easy slice with a scalpel. Nurses handed her devices, and the doctor pulled the baby out and got it breathing. One nurse took the baby off to do things to it. The other nurse helped the doctor finish the surgery and stitched Susan up.

I said to Zofia, “I’m done! I’m leaving now! I am not sitting around through another afterbirth. I am also not staying for their first nursing. Besides, it’s well past my breakfast. It’s really lunchtime.”

I ate at the Mexican restaurant again. I had Rancho Huevos with steak, potatoes, and coffee.

Rancho Huevos is two eggs, usually sunny side up on a tortilla, then it’s smothered in salsa and other things. Mine has jalapeños. Yumm! I’d added the steak and potatoes. I was famished when I made my order.

On the trip back to Wilsox, I let the truck drive again. I sat in an easy chair with Waikiki showing on the walls. I need to see what other videos exist for display.

I zoned out; it had been a long night.

I had finally begun to realize what a change my life had been through. I had been all but a hermit. I was much like the traditional kind of hermit that moves into the hills. He avoids people at all costs, not like a homeless guy. I still had money.

You can’t be a hermit in the modern era. I see the occasional homeless person. Looking at them tells you that almost all of them have serious mental challenges. Some hermit have drug and/or alcohol addictions.

In other countries, they would be cared for. Here in the US, they were treated with disdain. They are throwaway people. This is capitalism’s dark side.

I had been a remote person, but I could converse with people. I think the lack of sex hurt me a lot on an emotional level. I was glad I was fixed up now. I was sure enjoying my new, improved sex life.

I thought long and hard about the Exo’s and me being the principal agent for spreading them around. At first, I had been reluctant and squeamish. Now, I realize there would be a significant change to the human condition.

At this point, I got on board with being an agent of change. I fully believed what Drozul had said about microplastics. We were fucked.

My world had changed so thoroughly that it was almost unfathomable. Fixing my tumor and changing my hormones had given me a new lease on life. The added upgrades later had not hurt either. A bigger dick and balls is a good thing.

I had never had this much energy. I had never had this much interest in sex. I was making up for my previous drab existence.

I am looking forward to a lot more of this.

I said, “Drozul, I have been thinking about Patty.”

He said, “I have to. I am not sure why you’re so insistent on seeing Patty tonight. My idea was to see if she was pregnant later. We won’t know for certain for several days. The zygote usually takes a few days to attach to the womb’s walls.”

“I am concerned you have a first-love infatuation with Patty.”

I said, “I do. You’re implying that’s bad?”

He said, “It is not good from where I sit. One of the features of our Entertainment channel is we need you to have sex with many women. We need you to do it serially. Picking one woman for a time will take your attention away from others. That could degrade the Entertainment due to fewer women being recorded.”

I said, “So, I should possibly just fade into the sunset, like the ending of an old western?”

He said, “I hope you do just that. Have you begun to realize you can have any woman on the planet? Think about that for a minute. ANY woman, Tom. You can have any Movie Star, any rich widow needing affection, any supermodel that catches your eye.”

He said, “Then there there is the young stuff. You have already had two teens, Louise Blackburn and Julie Johns. You can have ANY woman or female, for that matter. I’m not saying you should look for really young stuff. I’m just trying to get you to see your options are wide open. Patty is a nice woman, but she is a hiccup that could derail or slow our Entertainment schedule.”

I said, “I get it. I did like Patty, though. I have never had that kind of connection with a female before. She is maybe my first love. My humanity has been awakened, and I liked just being around Patty. I never felt like that before.”

He said, “And then you want to pass up any pussy in the world you see. You can have ANY PUSSY. You can have unlimited access to pussy - any pussy. That’s what’s being offered to you. That’s your Entertainment program.”

I said, “Alright, I get it. Let me chew on that for a while. If that’s the case, what’s up next?”

Drozul said, “A nursery. We want you to visit a nursery as if you were looking for a place for your new child to be cared for. We will attach a few invisible drones to you.”