Posted by NL on March 05, 2008 at 12:57:51:
The Great Spaced Race 3
I got a little rough with Loosha, then, slapped her around and squeezed her boobs real hard and twisted them and pulled them around like blobs of sexy taffy while she squirmed and wiggled and moaned and begged for mercy. What the hell, she expected me to kill her eventually. That would hurt her a lot worse, sticking her bowels with the shiv I carried always with me, slicing and cutting the way I intended to slice and cut, making the blood flow. I'd done a little crime reporting and I'd interviewed a few of those lust murderers and I knew that the blood would get quite sticky on her body when I fucked it post-mortem. It'd be a mess. But I reckoned I'd like a mess like that. Anybody can appreciate smooth flesh, but a woman's body smeared with her own gore, drying and crusting here and there, still sticky in other spots, would be a saucier dish than usual. I wondered what would happen, when, after stabbing her breasts, I squeezed them again, hard. Would fresh blood ooze out through the stab wounds? I wanted to stick her nips and suck on them and get blood out, like milk. Yemmm! What an assignment the Boss had given me! Surely it would make a great story. Maybe he wouldn't bite my face off. But I still had to bring Loosha up to speed, so I started over while she dressed.
"Oberth! That was the Mother Ship! Adolescent males masturbated over images of that ship, so big, so long, so sharp. Unlike other ships she was fueled up by atomic powerpacks and jetofftake fuels of toxic fluorine and boron-- poisonous! Radioactive! So much energy she could afford to be aesthetic rather than efficient, and so if you carved a model of her from a goog hard wood you could drive that model like a stake into the bosom of some busy broad you've been dreaming about, kill her dead, and fuck her corpse! Oberth! She was shiny and sharp and deadly! Some thought they oughta send it to Venus and crash her into the volcanic plains there, find some formation that looked like a bellybutton and send it stabbing in, and maybe lava would ooze out in lieu of blood. But that idea got nixed because orbital surveys of Mars revealed a peculiar and disturbing formation somewhere on the cratered plains, and unmanned surface rovers revealed big rocks that looked like brains! There might be something interesting on Mars. There might be some kinda intelligence there still active and it MUST be infected with the common contagions of the human psyche. First we send the warriors, like Spaceman "Shitscum"-- I translate loosely, and then we send the missionaries. Some held out for naked salvages and busty babes, having read too much Barsoon nonsense. But if those naked busty babes were really there, oh boy! Not being human you could kill them any old way you liked, use them any old way you pleased, rape, kill, cannibalize, film it all, package the experience, and release at last a soothing balm of sex and violence with not a qualm at all, because the victims would be nonhuman/subhuman and beyond the pale of any humane consideration. Yes, only in this way can civilization be advanced! We've run out of savages, see? We don't have subhumans anymore to do with as we please, to herd their women into ditches naked to be shot in their boobs and bellies and brains or backs or whatever. Gotta go elsewhere or accept the unthinkable, turning God's own chillins into raw meat for our pleasure. At least, that was the theory. Thank God I am only a cub reporter and not an ethical theoretician. Of course everybody today would really like to be a snuffnecro film producer in their heart of hearts, and women like you would soon be an endangered species, or so some fear."
"You do so like to repeat the obvious", Loosha said, fully dressed at that point. I took no offense. Repeating the obvious was what most of us did, in situations like this.
"So the big question, Loosha, is why Oberth, the Mother Ship vanished as it did, and now that we seem to have attracted the attention of the Martian Sponge Rock Brains, what the fuck are we gonna do to defend ourselves? What's going on with that giant human face with the big nose out on the cratered plains? If life on Mars is so alien that it makes fun of our sunny human visage, and if there's nothing there but Giant Brains so powerful they can live exposed on the surface and bask in the killer UV and grow hard as rocks-- what are the goddamn warriors and missionares going to do? Even worse, what do we do with our sex and violence? Must we continue to feed upon each other?" Wow! It seemed like I summed up the questions pretty good! All that remained was to interview Dr. Rocket and get all the answers. He was, after all, a Rocket Scientist! And I had the distinct impression that it would take a Rocket Scientist to get all this shit straightened out!
Loosha said, sighing, "This is so typical of a male-- here I am, ready to be your victim, your partner in lust and murder, and you want to go off in search of truth. Ok, then, let's go, let's go to the House of Rockets! The Redstone Arsenal, if that'll make you happy!" Ahhhh! She was ready! Typical dame! Sex and violence is mere pattycake if you don't also have THE TRUTH!