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╗ FOUR ╚
THE
LOVER DRUG
Anna
had heard the horror stories along with everyone else: the outer
suburbs and the country were to be avoided at all costs. Central
Admin issued warnings concerning the city's dark edges along with the
daily newscasts. Every day some new tale of suburban or countryside
woe: a horrible public suicide by fire, a murderer on the loose, some
crackpot who had somehow acquired a gun or other weapon and was
killing people just for the fun of it. The last of these was by far
the most widespread. Anna personally knew two people who had been
killed by these crazies. “Bored killers,” the police called them,
and they popped up everywhere. Nobody could figure out why exactly,
just one day the random person would snap and start killing. The most
frightening thing was the rapidly increasing number of people that
snapped.
Those
warnings, and those stories, made up the bulk of the local news. No
wonder everyone crowded into the cities to escape. Crowding closer to
the mother hen that was Central Admin and its promises of safety.
Perry's
thrived somehow, though, right on the penumbra of order and chaos.
Maybe the universal taste for alcohol brought people together in a
way that other things did not. Maybe a touch of class in a decaying
world gave people hope for the future. Whatever the reason, people
came, people drank, and people liked. And Perry's
thrived.
The
place was only a third full, it only being a Thursday night, and the
usual crowd sat idly at different tables or at the long curved
mahogany bar that formed the convergence point for the entire
floorplan. A couple of lonely businessmen sat by themselves at one
half of the bar and a gaggle of women they were too afraid to talk to
sat at the other half giggling to themselves. A lesbian couple
occupied a dark corner in the back, and in the front at their own
table sat Anna and Jesse.
In
a tinkle of crystal and expensive brandy, they touched glasses
together and toasted her promotion. Anna gazed into the translucent
brown liquid in front of her for a long moment before shrugging,
taking the glass and upending it into her mouth in one gulp. Jesse
stared at her in disbelief.
“This
stuff is expensive!” he protested. “And since when did you start
drinking like that?”
“Just
proves you were not paying attention all those times I drank at
home,” Anna replied, setting the glass down on the table with a
satisfactory clack. The brandy burned an exquisite trail down
her throat and into her stomach, causing her to glow. Her cheeks were
flushed, she knew, and the rest of her body would soon follow.
Probably not a good idea to get drunk with Jesse around, but tonight
she didn't really care.
Jesse
leaned across the table. “So, if you're working for Central Admin,
does that mean you'll be getting a gun?” he asked.
Anna's
brow furrowed. She understood the question even through the growing
alcoholic haze but it took several seconds for her to formulate her
thoughts. A gun? Her? “I-I don't know,” she said uncertainly,
regarding her empty glass with a vacant stare. “Officer Holloway
and Officer Garnham wore them. But they said I'd be working with
another wing of Central Admin, so I don't know.”
Jesse
sighed and leaned back. “Somehow I think working with computers and
'transfer protocols' doesn't exactly put a target on your back. Not
sure why you'd need a gun.”
More
like 'Not sure why they'd let me have a gun,'
Anna thought ruefully. She had heard enough of the news to know she
wanted the protection of a gun. But for years firearms had been
illegal if one didn't work for the government.
She
motioned to the bartender for another tumbler of brandy, and when it
arrived she sipped it rather than throw it back. It was good brandy,
and she quietly rejoiced that he was the one paying for it. Served
him right. She licked her sticky lips and looked up, and
noticed that Jesse was staring at her. Or rather, his eyes were aimed
lower than her face, and she recalled through her increasing buzz
that she had worn her little black dress tonight. His gaze was firmly
and obviously affixed to her plunging neckline and was not going
anywhere.
She shifted in her seat,
half-consciously crossing her sparsely covered legs with vague
embarrassment. As stupid as it was, turning Jesse on in increasingly
obvious and pandering ways seemed to be the only exciting thing left
in her sexual arsenal these days, but even this felt wrong. She knew
going out tonight was a mistake, and she racked her brain for a good
subject of conversation. Abruptly the image of Mr. Vickers
materialized in her mind's eye and the whole uncomfortable exchange
she had shared with him came back as well.
“I had a talk with Mr.
Vickers when I got home,” she said.
Jesse's eyes shifted
reluctantly back to her face and he chuckled. “Some stupid
moralization again?”
“Yes,” Anna replied, the
recollection filling her with vexation and anger. “The 'devil's
work,' he called it. Some stupid shit about the Versions and human
dignity and manufacturing children.”
Jesse laughed out loud and took
another swallow of his brandy. “That's rich!” he barked in his
humor. “What the hell does he think it was like before HomoGen came
along? This planet was a crawling carpet of people without dignity.”
He bent close to her across the small table. “We're the good guys,
Anna. The responsible ones. Ha, if he's so old he should remember how
bad it was back during the overpopulation period!”
Anna
frowned and remained silent for a moment, a disturbing thought
crossing her fuzzy mind. She tapped her glass with her fingernail.
“He was alive then, we weren't. All we know about the
overpopulation period we've been told.
Told by others.”
Jesse cocked his head. “So?”
“So I just wonder...” she
trailed off. The words and the thought died simultaneously and she
was left with a bad taste in her mouth. She took a quick swig of her
drink to compensate.
Jesse
eyed her warily. “Don't tell me you're turning skeptic now. You
know the history is solid: the bodies, the pictures. My old case
worker's family had to help clean up that cesspool. They told me some
nasty stories about it. Rumor had it their whole town devoured itself
for lack of space. Be grateful we've moved beyond the worst.” He
laughed again. “I prefer Perry's
food to human flesh any day.” His joke so tickled his tipsy brain
that he sat chuckling to himself for an uncomfortably long moment.
Anna didn't share his jollity.
Her own drunken thoughts had drifted again to something the old man
had said. A tear glistened in the corner of her eye. “He brought up
my parents.”
“Who? Mr. Vickers?”
“Yeah. I could have wrung his
neck,” she blurted, her lip beginning to tremble. “I don't bring
up his wife, why does he have a right to bring up my parents?”
“Aw, do you want to talk
about it?” Jesse asked in a concerned tone. He slid his chair over
next to Anna and she pressed her face into his shoulder.
“He can go to hell for all I
care,” she sobbed. “I won't miss him. In fact, I'd trade him for
my parents any day of the week.”
Jesse was silent. He had been
an orphan for as long as he could remember and the thought of parents
did little for him. “Well, if it hadn't been...that, it would have
been the geriatric exam for your parents. They'd already be turning
sixty-five and going to a home anyways.”
“You're a real comfort,”
Anna replied bitterly into his shoulder. “The worst thing is, I'm
already halfway to sixty-five. Someday I'll be found unfit. Unloved.
Have I really done anything worth noting yet to justify keeping me
here longer?”
Jesse chuckled and put a hand
on her bare thigh. “Worth noting? Probably. And you are not unloved
as long as I'm around, baby. Sixty-five is a long way off yet, enjoy
the ride while it lasts. Speaking of enjoyable rides...”
Anna pulled away from his
shoulder and cast him a foul look through tear-and-mascara-stained
eyes. Then the look melted away as desperation possessed her. “My
house tonight,” she demanded forcefully, grabbing her coat and
turning for the door without waiting for Jesse to follow. He got the
hint, hurriedly paid the bill and followed her out to the car.
But all that night, even while
making vigorous and empty love to her empty man, the conversation
with Mr. Vickers haunted her. However, her drunk mind eventually
faltered and spiraled, and the day's proceedings and Jesse's body
above her disappeared into a black hole of nothingness.
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An
insistent electronic beep echoed through her subconscious and Anna
mentally groped her way toward it, beating away the ethereal visions
of the night with clumsy hands and heaving chest. Light filled her
room, burnt her eyes, knocked hard against her brain. Her temples
pounded and her skin glistened with sweat. It was morning, and a
horrible hangover gripped her.
She
rolled over painfully and grabbed her commex to silence its infernal
beeping. The words Doc Appt
blinked cheerfully on the screen. In a sudden rush, she remembered
Holloway's warning about her fertility appointment and realized she
had set her alarm for it during her inebriated ride home last night;
she had done it even in the midst of Jesse's crude petting and heavy
breathing. It took a moment for her to wonder why she operated better
drunk than sober. A bad sign. Turning into an alcoholic like her
parents.
Damn,
not my parents again.
Shoving
the memories aside, she pulled a bottle of pills from the bedside
table and tossed two into her mouth. The lozenges dissolved in an
invigorating fizz on her tongue and the drugs began working
immediately. Sitting up, the nausea only briefly assaulted her
stomach before sinking sullenly into the background. The pounding in
her head subsided and she turned around to see if Jesse was still
there.
He
was not. The imprint of his body remained in her bedclothes, though,
and the debris of last night's indulgence lay scattered randomly
about the room. Anna blinked and grimaced. It must have been fun; she
couldn't quite remember. Although if the soreness between her legs
was to be believed, he had had the lion's share of said fun. She
dressed quickly in a comfortable sweater and slacks and walked into
the bathroom to fix her hair, and was immediately assaulted by the
stench of Jesse's cologne. Swearing to herself, she grabbed a hair
clip and exited the house as quickly as she could manage, shoved the
whole episode from last night out of her mind, and grumbled her way
into her car.
During
the entire drive she wondered why the joy of yesterday's announcement
failed to register the same with her today. The euphoria was gone and
all that was left was the fear of the unknown. She had had a brief
glance at the schedule Officer Garnham had given her and it looked
grueling: the orientation lasted two weeks and ranged all over the
spectrum of intensive activity. However, the item that stuck out the
most from her cursory scan of the schedule was at the very beginning
of the list. It simply said “09:00 to 12:00 Monday @CATC, Level 2.
Bring hearing and eye protection.” Now that the alcohol had worn
away from last night she had a sneaking suspicion of what it might
mean, but she dared not speculate about it even to herself.
The
car pulled up into the parking lot of the Becker Clinic exactly five
minutes before her appointment time, and Anna hopped out and rushed
madly for the door. They were sticklers for patients being on time,
these clinicians, and the punishment for violating that inviolable
rule was to run the gauntlet of stares from the other patients as one
made one's way to the back of the line. Therefore, Anna picked up her
pace and attempted to take the porch step in stride. The attempt
failed, her foot caught on the edge and she fell sprawling onto the
concrete. Pain seared through her shins and hands and up one elbow;
she cried out in pain and tried to stand.
From
out of nowhere a pair of hands appeared and grasped her under one
arm. Big, powerful hands, pulling her back to her feet in one motion.
She blinked through her pain and looked up to see who it was that had
helped her. It was a man; a very tall man, wiry and broad-shouldered,
with mid-length dark hair sprouting from under a cap and heavy
stubble on his chin. He smiled at her as he set her back on her feet
and his dimpled face crinkled pleasantly around his sunglasses.
Anna
blinked again and suddenly felt shy. “Thank you...”
“No
problem at all,” the man replied. His voice was raspy and just as
pleasant as his smile. “You might want to slow down just a bit.
Although,” he chuckled, motioning to the doctor's office, “for a
couple of skinned hands and knees you certainly did pick the right
place to fall.”
Anna
laughed and winced simultaneously, gingerly rubbing her arm. The man
held his hands out to her, as if to catch her if she fell again.
“You're sure you're all right?” he asked with some concern. Anna
nodded hesitantly.
“I
think so,” she replied. She was on the verge of asking his name but
the urgency of the pending appointment shut her up. Instead, she
smiled a genuine smile at him. “I really have to get inside. I'm
sorry.”
“By
all means,” the man said, grabbing the door handle from where he
was standing and pulling it open. Only then did Anna realize how long
his arms were. She thanked him and limped inside to the reception
counter to confirm that she was signed in for that day. The
receptionist confirmed her name on the list and silently waved Anna
towards the nearest exam room door. With a nod of appreciation Anna
slipped into the exam room and shut the door behind her.
It
smelt clinical. Probes and lights hung on their respective racks and
hypodermic needles crowded a jar on the table nearby. She hopped up
onto the exam table and felt the paper crinkle under her. A generic
print of an ocean stared at her from its cheap frame on the opposite
wall, and a small computer sat idly on the table.
After
a soft knock on the door a woman entered, wearing a long white coat
and smiling widely when she saw her patient. Her face was pensive and
petite; her eyes, skin, and hair all dark. A stethoscope hung around
her shoulders and a tablet was in her hand. A plastic nameplate
clipped to her breast pocket read Dr. Becker Criste.
“Annalise! Good to see you again! What has it been, six months?”
Anna
laughed and swung her legs from the table like a child. She liked Dr.
Criste; the little woman almost made this semi-annual visit pleasant.
“I was on time this time.”
Dr.
Criste chuckled. “That's good. Although I'm guessing you had some
help being so this time.” Anna's embarrassed smile was all the
affirmation needed and the doctor laughed. “It's no matter,
everyone needs the help every once in a while.” She pulled a small
blood tester from her pocket and sat down close to her patient. “I
am going to try to make this quick this time, if that's all right
with you. I have so many other patients to see today it's not even
funny.”
Anna
sat still as Dr. Criste touched the device to her arm and pressed the
button. There was a barely audible puff and a pinprick of pain
and it was done. The results of the test began to rush across the
screen of the computer on the table and Dr. Criste wheeled her
rolling chair over to have a better look. The look turned into a
longer look, and a frown crossed her face. Anna frowned as well and
craned her neck to see the data.
“What's
wrong?”
Dr.
Criste turned and looked seriously at Anna. “You like to cut things
close, don't you?” she said cryptically.
Anna
was confused. “Cut what close?” she ventured.
“From
the looks of it, you've had sex three times just this week.”
Anna
groaned. “I'm sorry, I keep forgetting.”
Dr.
Criste sighed and gave Anna a pout. “Anna, we talked about this.
Sex in the last one or two weeks of your injection cycle is
dangerous. You're at the outermost limits of its protection. I don't
want to see my favorite patient catch the bug. You got lucky this
time, it looks like. But please, please don't do it again.”
Anna's
spirits sank. “I'm sorry, I really am. Can we schedule any less
than six months at a time to make up for it?” She knew that the
clinic could not, for health reasons but more importantly because
they would never get to all their patients otherwise.
Dr.
Criste confirmed her suspicions with a shake of the head. “No,
honey, sorry. Six months to the day, that's how it goes.” She rose
from her seat. “Ready for your shot of Lover Drug?”
“Not
really, but who ever is?” Anna replied, attempting mirth. Dr.
Criste's smile returned briefly and she pulled a vial from her other
pocket and took a needle from the jar on the table. The label on the
vial read “AnnexEstros.” The lifeblood of the new responsible
generation, it was the most powerful contraceptive/contra-STD drug on
the planet and Anna had been dosing on it since puberty. She held out
her arm, which was duly swabbed with alcohol and pierced with the
long hypodermic needle. With one long push of the plunger the pale
blue fluid entered her bloodstream and she felt the familiar tingling
in her extremities that was characteristic of the drug. Slight
dizziness made her vision blur for a minute or two, then cleared up
and left her feeling normal.
She
smiled and hopped down from the table. “Anything else, Doctor?”
Dr.
Criste sighed. “That's all, Miss McLean. And remember two things.
The first: no sex for at least a day until the drug is thoroughly
distributed again.”
“And
the second?”
“The
second is we need to grab a coffee at some point and just chat,”
was the laughing reply. “Now scoot!”
Anna
exited the exam room in better spirits than when she had entered and
flitted lightly to the front door. She suddenly recalled the mystery
man that had picked her up and her heart skipped a beat. Just the
half-minute they had been together she had started to like him. She
paused for a moment, then burst outside and glanced around in the
futile hope that he was still hanging around. As she expected, he was
nowhere to be seen. She sighed and climbed back into her car, trying
not to speculate too deeply about who he might be.
As
she pulled out of the parking lot she failed to notice a much older
vehicle pull in and begin to follow at some distance behind her.
Behind the wheel was the mystery man.
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This is going really well. I like her character development. The last chapter was getting a bit moralistic until Mr. Vickers asked, "Are you happy?" That was his best statement, the only one, I think, that would actually make a difference to her. This one is developing her even more. I like the fact that she is so empty she can get drunk and have sex with a guy she hates and feel nothing, and the very next day she has that little heart skipping a beat flutter for some guy she doesn't know at all. Somewhere inside her there is an incurable romantic which she is trying to kill.
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