Chapter 8: Partytime

“Meister, it’s time to stand up.”

Joacim opened his eyes. He was still entangled with Sabine. Tinkerbelle was sitting cross-legged on Sabine’s cheek. Sabine woke up when Joacim moved and Tinkerbelle lifted off like a feather, staying out of Sabine’s sight.

“Meister, are you pleased with the way I act?” Tinkerbelle asked Joacim through the communication implant. “I’m still very uncertain about having to simulate a personality.”

“You do fine,” Joacim answered sub vocally. “You have studied the episodes of ‘I dream of Jeannie’, German version over night?”

“How do you know?” Tinkerbelle looked surprised.

“You call me ‘Meister’ and your motions have changed.”

“So is it too obvious?”

“I won’t answer this question. I want you to develop your own personality. That often includes fragments of other people’s behavior.”

“In ‘I dream of Jeannie’ Tony isn’t that much pleased by being called ‘Meister’, but Jeannie continues to call him so. Is that a form of disrespect?” Tinkerbelle asked.

“I don’t think so. Jeannie is teasing Tony a little and by doing so she reminds him of his position in their relation. Looks like we have a very similar situation here.”

“Then maybe I will call you ‘Meister’ from time to time.”

By the end of the conversation he was in the shower and Sabine was soaping his body. “You are not very talkative this morning,” she said.

“Sorry Sabine, I had a sub vocal conversation with Tinker here.”

Sabine turned around and only now noticed Tinkerbelle. “You were hiding behind me all the time? You are acting just like Zoe does sometimes,” she grinned.

“I act only as ‘mein Meister’ wishes me to do!” Tinkerbelle turned around showing a little upset pose and stormed through the closed bathroom door, leaving some sparkles floating to the ground.

“The kids will love her,” Joacim and Sabine said simultaneously, and then they laughed.

First person narrative of Joacim Freaks. They put me together with freaks.

Well, this was my first day. They showed me around, introduced me to everyone of importance, told me what my job will be and then they threw off their smocks, let in some brothel concubines and partied my arrival with wine, vodka, salmon rolls and sex. Everybody was telling me stories about their lives, their work and things I didn’t want to know. Of course it’s my new laboratory they vandalize, because it’s the only place with no important work lying around.

Eduard Stein is highly intelligent and understands FTL physics, but what he tells as humor is disgusting. He’s a pervert on the edge. He has not enough self-confidence to look like himself. He copied the appearance of Einstein. Wild gray hair, glasses, you know what I mean.

Waldo is an introvert young man who stops breathing when under stress. It’s psychological, so the Darjee nanites can’t cure him. They just force him to breathe when his oxygen level drops too low. Waldo is a quantum engineer, specialized on laser technology. He had blown up his laboratory several times by improving low-powered lasers with quantum cascades. Waldo told me that he wants to invent something he calls Einstein Grenades. They should create a blast of raw energy while consuming some grams of matter. E=m*c², remember?

Olga Krasnikov is our second warp physicist. She suffers from paranoia. She states ten times a day that we can’t trust the AI’s and that the Darjee give us only junk. All the improvements she’s doing on Darjee technology are obvious to her and should be obvious to the Darjee. Well, maybe she’s right, but it’s annoying how she quibbles on it. In her free time she’s drawing pictures of skulls and death. She showed me pictures of her art.

Colonel Ralph Hornblower can be called the most normal person. He’s a full Marine with scientific education and holds the contacts to both, the generals and the troops who work with the stuff we invent.

Ralph told me that the others are not like that all the time. They do a good job and work on their projects twelve hours a day, sometimes without breaks. My arrival gave them just the opportunity to break the routine, something he thinks is important from time to time.

Maybe I’ll perfectly fit into this group, thinking of my special skills. Someone came up with the vague idea of a FTL laser cannon and now I’m the boy who will scan all the scientific material they have produced to search and find the hidden trick to connect warp fields or wormholes and laser. This is not exactly what Marines need, but if we are successful, the Navy owes us a favor.

At 8:00 PM I returned to my pod. I was drunk. I just grabbed Anita and Irene and told them to wipe out my bad vibes with raw sex. First they gave me a double strip show and some 69 action to watch, but soon I was pounding Anita while Irene was kissing and licking me all over. Then I ordered them both face down ass high and reamed Irene’s ass while forcing one hand in Anita’s pussy as far as possible. They both squealed like crazy, giving me the impression they liked it. Well, I hated myself for doing it the rough way. After one hour I was spent and Anita and Irene hugged me tight, sandwiching me between their heated bodies.

The next morning I woke up lying face down while someone gently massaged my tense shoulders and spine. It felt real good.

“Good morning love, finally awake?” Petra asked. It was her hands that did the magic to me. “You had a real bad first day yesterday? I heard of some initiation party. Was it really that bad? Your new colleagues just wanted to integrate you as fast as possible. They can’t be that bad.” Petra continued talking like that, calming my mind, giving me the feeling that I’m safe and protected.

After a while I found the strength to ask “How do you know of the party?”

“We guessed,” Helga explained, leaning at the door. I hadn’t noticed her until then. “When you came back we asked Tin what has happened. She gave us only a little information, but we found out about the other concubines. We contacted them at the brothel. Yvonne told us that you didn’t look very happy most of the time. We figured we should do something for you. We also contacted some other concubines who know one or the other of the scientists better. Those geeks are your colleagues now. They are not that bad. Maybe they are weirder than ordinary Marines. Maybe we should invite them including their families to a classic barbecue.”

“How could this help?” I asked.

“Your house, your rules. Make a party you like. Let’s see if your workmates can adapt to your style. With kids around they will behave better,” Helga explained.

“Sounds like a plan. Thank you, ladies. All of you. Do you think we can arrange something for today, 6:00 PM? I’ll hand them a return invitation and check if everybody can come over.”

When I entered the laboratory complex through the transporter nexus, I found only Waldo and Ralph at work. I asked them to join my family barbecue and they accepted. Ralph told me that after I left the party, Olga and Eduard had started a Vodka battle. “With two bottles of Vodka each, I don’t expect neither of them to be here before noon,” Ralph said. “The nanites can handle a lot of alcohol, but not that much.”

I took my time to reconfigure my laboratory to my needs. Mainly I need lots of displays, interactive displays, holographic displays and more displays. And a huge comfortable chair that easily can move to every point within the laboratory. My laboratory is just a pod with an improved AI, so I had nothing else to do but order the changes and wait.

At noon, Ralph asked me to join him for lunch in one of the city restaurants. “I haven’t told you about my third job,” Ralph said while we were waiting for our meals. “I have to keep the team together. Yesterday’s party was a bad idea. Now I know that. You are not into wild parties like other young men your age are normally.”

That’s when Olga and Eduard showed up. They both didn’t look that good, but Olga took it with more self-control. Ralph informed them “Joacim wants to throw a party in return. A more family compatible barbecue at 6:00 PM. Do you feel prepared for something like that?”

Olga and Eduard accepted the invitation. When Olga heard about Prudence’s cooking skills in eastern European specialties, she really was excited. I checked how many people I had to expect and then informed Tin. I was surprised when her pixie image appeared on the table. I thought her projection was limited to my pod.

“So we expect around twenty-three adult and seventeen minor guests. We definitely need a bigger porch, a second fire pit and garden furniture, Meister.”

“Yes, you’re right. Check the details with my concubines. Tell Prudence about our Russian guest. I’m sure she can do some of her kitchen magic. Can you handle the porch expansion before evening?”

Tin vanished with a “Yes Meister”

“What was that?” Olga, Ralph and Eduard asked.

“Aww, just a little improvement to my pod’s AI. I don’t like to talk to a ghost voice, so I asked her for a projected body.” I then realized that Tinker’s little appearance did create a lot of attention among the other visitors of the restaurant.

Joacim returned to his pod at five o’clock and entered organized chaos. In the basement, Helga, Irene and Astrid made finishing touches to some individual corsets. In the kitchen, Prudence and Sabine were preparing food specialties for a buffet, feeding samples of it to the replicator to make new replicator templates. Anita, L’ielit and Markus brought in garden furniture from a bigger replicator at Yellow Center. Petra was guarding Honi and Zoe. And beside the patio there was a big hole in the ground for a brand new swimming pool. The AI excused the absence of Tinkerbelle, because all the AI’s capacities were needed to finish the last changes in time.

“Oh boy, I didn’t know what it meant to invite forty guests for a barbecue. Can I help anywhere?” Joacim asked.

“Just keep out of our way. We can handle everything,” Prudence said. “Change into something casual and relax.”

At a quarter to six, a proud looking Tinkerbelle appeared before Joacim and proclaimed, “The building of the pool is finished and it is currently filling with warm water. It will be ready in ten minutes. Your ladies are currently changing into beautiful corsets. The kids are ready. We are prepared for your visitors.”