Pornopsychedelica by Chris Johnson

Author:Chris Johnson [Johnson, Chris]
Language: eng
Format: epub
Publisher: Wild Wolf Publishing
Published: 2018-11-18T00:00:00+00:00

24

Simulacrum

Teja had once seen a simulant get eaten by a tiger. Not eaten whole, just chewed up a little, mostly around the throat and part of the left thigh.

The young simulants had been on a trip to Gopalpur, to swim in the Bay of Bengal. They'd taken an Airstream rotor from New Delhi and had stopped over at Bhanjanagar. It was rare for them to have two days away from their nine-hour lessons, usually only having Sunday as a break, when they could do nothing or play games in the compound. She'd swum to a platform, floating about thirty yards off the beach, sitting there with her feet in the water and looking back at the forest.

It had been just after lunch when the tiger had run out of the bushes and attacked Nisha, puncturing her throat with its fangs so that she drowned in her own blood. Teja had swum back to the beach with the other sims, though by the time they had reached her, Nisha was dead and the guards were trying to calm the sims who had been on the beach and seen it happen.

Ajay Ganesh, the police officer called to the scene by a family playing further up the beach, had said, 'They emptied the zoo about six weeks ago, just let the animals go. It must be one of the tigers from there. I can't do anything about this, you'll have to remove it yourself. It's like calling me out to look at a dead dog.' The Gentech guard had just shaken the officer's hand, said, 'We would never have called you ourselves. We can take care of this. Sorry for the inconvenience.'

Teja always thought that seeing that tiger tearing at Nisha's throat would set her up for sudden shocks in later life. If she could sit on that platform looking at the forest and remain relatively calm while a tiger killed one of her friends, then she could probably handle anything and stay in control. As far as she could tell, despite the drugs altering her perception of the artist's apartment, seeing Tomoko appear out of nowhere and Poppy Jay fall to the floor was no different to seeing that tiger.

She watched Tomoko picking up one of the spent ampoules, smelling it. Tomoko moved slowly across the room, passing the artist in the middle of the floor, waving all eight of his arms. She was wearing close-fitting black pants, black T-shirt, protective body armour like Teja had seen the cops wearing on TV. Guns in black holsters.

Tomoko said, 'Are you okay?'

'I'm fine.'

'Then let's get to work.'

'How much time do we have?'

'Not much. You'll need some clothes.'

'There are some in the bedroom.'

'I might need you to adapt again. Think you could do that?'

'To do what?'

Tomoko ripped a gun from a Velcro strap. 'This is a Ruger semi-automatic. The magazine holds ten rounds.' Tomoko released the magazine, showed it to her, slid it back into the weapon's grip. 'Magazine catch. Safety. Slide. Trigger. Point and shoot.

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