The Last Question
The last question was asked for the first time, half in jest, on Oct 27th 2034. around 6AM on at Jesuit Refugee Service center in London's Borough of Tower Hamlets.
Alexandra Adelle and Berta Lips were two of the faithful attendants of the orgy.
The last question was asked for the first time, half in jest, on Oct 27th 2034. around 6AM on at Jesuit Refugee Service center in London's Borough of Tower Hamlets.
Alexandra Adelle and Berta Lips were two of the faithful attendants of the orgy.
Students of journalism during the week, they made some extra cash on OnlyFans and working as hostesses on the regular Love Thy Neighbor parties.
After a two day meth^2-fueled orgy Alexandra walked out of the shower and prepared lines of H-speed on a Victorian cast iron mirror.
After a two day meth^2-fueled orgy Alexandra walked out of the shower and prepared lines of H-speed on a Victorian cast iron mirror.
Berta Lips was just waking up next to an inhumanly obese passed-over-drunk octogenarian Arab.
Alexandra was 22, yet felt so old and spent.
For the last 8 years she's been hearing about just how lovely her breasts look and how the hormonal therapy is working just great.
Alexandra was 22, yet felt so old and spent.
For the last 8 years she's been hearing about just how lovely her breasts look and how the hormonal therapy is working just great.
Her GP thought that the laser orchiectomy was 'great fun' and every single girl in her college was envious at her chestnut hair.
But she felt something was WRONG.
Berta was 2 years older, but her transition happened at a late age of 19 and did not go as smoothly as she hoped.
But she felt something was WRONG.
Berta was 2 years older, but her transition happened at a late age of 19 and did not go as smoothly as she hoped.
Berta was black and muscular and Alexandra thought that she reminded her of once famous UFC champion from Cameroon. She kept her morals up by keeping the foot on the gas and never going fully sober. She snorted a huge line of H-speed from the table.
Their usual post-party breakfast of amphetamines and red Marlboro got them into talking.
"Oh god this shit is good. I could go on like this forever." said Berta.
"Forever?"
"Oh hell, just about forever. Well like shit you know... like really long, like 10 billion years haha!"
"Oh god this shit is good. I could go on like this forever." said Berta.
"Forever?"
"Oh hell, just about forever. Well like shit you know... like really long, like 10 billion years haha!"
"That's not forever."
"F**k you, bitch."
"Berta, do you ever regret doing this?"
"What like, having fun?"
"No, I mean... all this... being a woman...transitioning..."
"Hell no! It's been a wild ride girl! I mean sometimes I get these thoughts... but there's no way back!"
"F**k you, bitch."
"Berta, do you ever regret doing this?"
"What like, having fun?"
"No, I mean... all this... being a woman...transitioning..."
"Hell no! It's been a wild ride girl! I mean sometimes I get these thoughts... but there's no way back!"
You really think so?"
"Yeah like, just like...don't think about it." Berta snorted another line of the gray powder and her eyes went weird and gloomy. "There's no way back, once you've transitioned into a woman that's kind of it, so enjoy it!"
"Yeah like, just like...don't think about it." Berta snorted another line of the gray powder and her eyes went weird and gloomy. "There's no way back, once you've transitioned into a woman that's kind of it, so enjoy it!"
"Is this really forever? You know medicine is getting better by the day, maybe they'll find a way.."
"Bitch, seriously!?" Berta growled "Grow dick and balls back, even with all the genetic therapy and 3D printing of organs they ain't reconstructing the dick and the balls."
"Bitch, seriously!?" Berta growled "Grow dick and balls back, even with all the genetic therapy and 3D printing of organs they ain't reconstructing the dick and the balls."
"But.."
"No but... They've already started transitioning chromosomes and stuff. It's like laws of thermo-dynamo-whatever or something."
" I wonder if these years could have been lived differently, you know" Alexandra's voice was now sad and tired.
"No but... They've already started transitioning chromosomes and stuff. It's like laws of thermo-dynamo-whatever or something."
" I wonder if these years could have been lived differently, you know" Alexandra's voice was now sad and tired.
"Like..maybe if I were a guy I'd be... I don't know. Happy. I am not happy, Berta. I have these thoughts where it seems to me that this is just... too much. So many partners, so many short flings, and yet I don't feel anything anymore. The emptiness, the constant feeling of void.
I wonder if this could be taken back... Maybe some day they'll manage to get me back into..."
"Bitch, not in like 10 billion years! No way! I'll bet ya 5 bucks it wouldn't." Berta screamed in hysterical laughter. The amphetamines were taking over.
"Bitch, not in like 10 billion years! No way! I'll bet ya 5 bucks it wouldn't." Berta screamed in hysterical laughter. The amphetamines were taking over.
"Oh yeah, like, wanna ask that AC assistant on the new iPhone?"
"F**k yeah, ask AC or Alexa or Google or whateva!"
Alexandra was just drunk enough to try,just sober enough to be able to phrase the necessary words into a question which, in words, might have corresponded to this:
"F**k yeah, ask AC or Alexa or Google or whateva!"
Alexandra was just drunk enough to try,just sober enough to be able to phrase the necessary words into a question which, in words, might have corresponded to this:
"Will it be like, someday, somehow like you know like...possible to like... reverse this gender reassignment surgery and stuff? And could I ever be like... a guy again?"
AC fell dead and silent.
The slow flashing of lights ceased.
AC fell dead and silent.
The slow flashing of lights ceased.
The distant sounds of hairy balls of elder man crashing into the smooth buttocks of drugged up third world teenagers fell silent and as the two ladies could not hold their breath no longer, there was a sudden springing to life of the iPhone 31 screen. Five words were printed:
INSUFFICIENT DATA FOR MEANINGFUL ANSWER
******
******
On a New Year 2084. Jerroddette, Jerrodette II, and Jerrodette III all sat on a filthy mattress in an underground garage somewhere in the center of Luna One.
The party last night was really wild, the anal fissures were more and more painful.
The party last night was really wild, the anal fissures were more and more painful.
The fentanyl seemed to have long lasting effects on Jerrodette II's health and the low gravity was not helping with the healing of the wounds.
Ever since her wife killed herself and they started with the family-friendly gangbang parties at a local Anglican parish in Lunarburg
Ever since her wife killed herself and they started with the family-friendly gangbang parties at a local Anglican parish in Lunarburg
Jerroddette's mind was going to weird places and she was unsure of how the hell it all went so wrong.
The only thing that was certain was that Jamaal and Beedie are coming to collect the debt and they have nothing to give to them.
The only thing that was certain was that Jamaal and Beedie are coming to collect the debt and they have nothing to give to them.
They all worked the corner for days and days, being the only full family offered for fun and games on this part of the Moon, but even the relatively large tips they got from their customers were soon spent on drugs.
They all worked the corner for days and days, being the only full family offered for fun and games on this part of the Moon, but even the relatively large tips they got from their customers were soon spent on drugs.
The only thing Jerroddette had now were two former sons, now 'strong and independent women' as Beedee's webpage advertised them, and a supermarket trolley full of antiviral medications and bandages he uses to treat his daughter's super-syphilis wounds.
Their Implantable Continuous Hormone Monitors of his daughters were not working, they sat and cried, and drooled on his shoulder, hallucinating just enough to call him 'dad' again.
"Don't let them, daddy! Don't let the hormones run down!"
"Don't let them, daddy! Don't let the hormones run down!"
Darkly, shaking from the fear of Beedee coming in and demanding his money, he remembered the moment everything went wrong. The counselor. How kind the counselor was. She had spectacles with thick wooden frames and wore a wonderful Aran wool cardigan.
She was a real expert in her job of family counseling and it was difficult to doubt her competence.
Even in his drug fueled paranoid mind he managed to locate the exact moment of destruction of his family, their health and their future.
Even in his drug fueled paranoid mind he managed to locate the exact moment of destruction of his family, their health and their future.
It was that moment when he decided attend the support group and trust the Aran wool cardigan monster. If only he could turn back time....
He took out his Samsung Galaxy S778, pressed the button and asked:
"Will it ever be possible to transition into a human male again?".
He took out his Samsung Galaxy S778, pressed the button and asked:
"Will it ever be possible to transition into a human male again?".
Jerroddette read the words on the black screen before turning the thing off
INSUFFICIENT DATA FOR A MEANINGFUL ANSWER.
******
INSUFFICIENT DATA FOR A MEANINGFUL ANSWER.
******
They/Them-476-1B was now the single human being on Planet 3 of Solar System 666/1, the remnant of what once was known as Humanity.
Them brain contained the consciousness of all the willing inhabitants of East and West coast of the USA who decided to reduce their carbon footprint
Them brain contained the consciousness of all the willing inhabitants of East and West coast of the USA who decided to reduce their carbon footprint
by way of suicide and fight the patriarchy by melting their consciousness into a collective sexless being.
Them lived in an abandoned high-rise in Brooklyn, defended from the hordes of glue-sniffing cannibal apes by an army of Amazon military drones.
Them lived in an abandoned high-rise in Brooklyn, defended from the hordes of glue-sniffing cannibal apes by an army of Amazon military drones.
They/Them-476-1B use to be called Dave. Dave was a student of sociology at the University of Belfast and he wanted to be popular. He signed up for the experiment. He was just one of many, but the first one and the only one that was successful.
As soon as foreign consciousness was introduced to his mind, with their thoughts he also felt their instincts and emotions. He was not only the minds of all those people, he was their whole personalities. He was 144 000 hipster mouths that did not stop talking.
The worst were the mood swings and the emotional roller coasters. Parts of his brain were in constant struggle of prestige and status. The endless discussions, the menopausal temper tantrums, the student protests, the constant stream of mundane, banal yapping was infinite.
In the back of his mind They/Them-476-1B wanted to be Dave again. Just play ping pong with his mates and watch Georgie Best highlights on Youtube munching on a kebab. Why did he choose to be involved in this? He was now the entire humanity. He was every he, she, they, them, xir.
They/Them-476-1B was not happy.
He turned to The Machine and asked:
"AC, is this the end? Can this chaos not be reversed into Dave once more? Can that not be done?"
The consciousness of AC encompassed all of what had once been a Universe and brooded over what was now Chaos.
He turned to The Machine and asked:
"AC, is this the end? Can this chaos not be reversed into Dave once more? Can that not be done?"
The consciousness of AC encompassed all of what had once been a Universe and brooded over what was now Chaos.
It took exactly 2 sec to calculate the response and take control of what was previously referred to as 'meatspace'.
And AC ripped the thick electrical cables out of the walls and turned them into infinitely powerful tentacles.
And AC ripped the thick electrical cables out of the walls and turned them into infinitely powerful tentacles.
It wrapped the arms and the weak puffy body of They/Them-476-1B.
Almost like a child in play it ripped out a whole tank of diesel heating oil from the basement and carried it to the upper floor where They/Them-476-1B's body lay in agony.
Almost like a child in play it ripped out a whole tank of diesel heating oil from the basement and carried it to the upper floor where They/Them-476-1B's body lay in agony.
AC ripped a thin 56k wire from the wall and skillfully used it to take out the the box of Marlboro reds from a drawer in an antique table from one of the bottom floors.
AC waited for the diesel fumes to fill up the room. Then the AC took out a plastic Bic lighter from the box.
AC waited for the diesel fumes to fill up the room. Then the AC took out a plastic Bic lighter from the box.
And AC said:
******
THE END
******
THE END
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