Chapter 4

The remarkable growth of biological mechanics gave the politicians of the twenty-first century a new set of doctrines which replaced the tired polemics of previous centuries.

No longer were they tied to social problems, for most of those problems had been solved. Instead, they ran on platforms which promised the creation of new forms of animal life to excite a sophisticated and often bored populace. Furthermore, their promises were always fulfilled, for their cabinets were composed solely of the most imaginative biologists from the world scientific academies which had been created.

Lisa was engaged in just such a political campaign, working feverishly for a candidate for Premier of the Herispheric Parliament, one of the most important and influential positions in the

Planetary political structure.

Her job was the design of massive posters which would be injected into the controlled air-flow and sent spinning across the globe. These posters were composed of a special kind of paint which could be activated electronically at will, in any city in the world. Thus, they could be invisible for long spaces of time but be activated at key times. The posters were of the subliminal variety; they were composed of newly-discovered psychological combinations which could have remarkable influence on the humans who viewed them.

The candidate whom Lisa was working for had promised that, if elected, he would have his biological cabinet construct a new specie of bird. Part of Lisa's job was to translate this future specie into a visual image on the poster. Since the majority of the electorate was concerned with beauty, she had to represent the beautiful aspects of the bird with as much emphasis as possible. Since the other candidates were also promising the development of new species, Lisa had to make sure that her candidate's promise would be the most appetizing.

There was no balloting in the election. At a specific hour, every citizen was asked to remain in his or her house.

Then an electronic signal was sent from house to house. The moment it entered a house, there would be a flash of light and the citizen had to mentally cast his vote. The electronic signal picked up that silent vote, sent it back to the main computer, which stored it, and then the process was repeated time and time again until all the votes were counted.

From the moment the electronic vote gathering signal was sent out to the time all the votes were counted, not more than an hour elapsed.

Lisa waited impatiently for the results. She was sitting in the drafting room, surrounded by bits and pieces of unused posters. She was physically and mentally exhausted. Working almost twenty hours a day for the past few weeks had sapped her strength. She began to doze in her chair but kept waking up as the reports of the various districts came into the room via the Pulsar Pipe, an instrument that sent out signals which was attracted by cotton and silk and therefore took the place of radios, since the body itself became a receiver.

Other poster workers began to drift into the room. All of them had the haggard look of sleeplessness but they all still seemed ferociously committed to their candidate. Finally the results came in. Her candidate had won with tremendous margins in some areas. It was one of the most dramatic political sweeps in the history of the Premiership.

Champagne bottles suddenly appeared and everybody began to laugh and swap stories. Lisa was too tired to do anything except sit there on a wooden stool, her body shaking with fatigue and a smile of extreme contentment on her face.

Two days later she received a message from the new Premier that he requested to see her. She was extremely upset. It was almost unheard of for a newly-elected Premier to want to see a lowly campaign worker. She tried to think back over the campaign, wondering at her possible indiscretions. But all she could think of was a number of botched posters which was not serious enough for her to be summoned by so exalted a personage.

On the day of the interview she dressed carefully, wearing her black smock and garnishing it liberally with Saturn shells, those strange quartz-based objects which had such value on Earth. The Saturn shells she wore had been left to her by her father and although they were worth a lot of money on the shell market, she couldn't bear to part with them even when her financial situation was precarious.

She approached the massive building of the Hemisphereic Parliament. A guard greeted her from a booth about a hundred yards from the entrance. Then she was wrapped in a plastic sheet which completely covered her body, leaving only the tip of her nose exposed to allow her to breathe.

The plastic coated body was placed in the transport tube with the destination stamped on the outside. She felt a sudden dizziness as she was shot through the dark passageway and then a sudden burst of light as she emerged in the ante-room of the new Premier's office. One of his assistants took the plastic from her body. She was told to sit and wait and she did so.

About twenty minutes later the Premier emerged and looked around the room. His eyes fastened on Lisa.

"Ah, you must be Lisa," he said.

She was nervous, not sure as to how to address him. He held out his hand to her and escorted her into his office. The office was bare except for a massive steel desk in one corner and a few chairs near the desk. On the far wall was a blackboard which was obviously wired to various places on the planet, for a number of disparate images would flash for a moment and then vanish.

"Sit down, Lisa," he said, and eased himself behind his desk. He was even better looking than she had expected but he seemed exhausted. It must have been the campaign, she thought, the terrible pressure of speech making and promises.

He folded his hands behind his head and then began to talk:

"A number of my assistants have spent this election concerned with only one thing; why did I win? In other words, there were a number of undercover researchers on my staff whose sole job during the campaign was to isolate those individuals who had played a crucial role in my election. May I repeat, I said a crucial role. Because these people will be necessary for any future positions I wish to hold, and you can see for yourself that I am an ambitious man, it is important that I keep these people on my staff and that I reward them properly. Do you understand?

"Yes," she murmured.

"You are one of those people."

"You're very kind for saying so, Mr. Premier, but there must be some mistake. All I did was make a few posters."

"Your posters, young lady, were instrumental in my victory. Almost every one of my aides confirmed this. Your renditions of the specie which my biology cabinet will construct was so life-like and at the same time so mysterious, that I would have voted for myself."

He sat back and laughed at his own joke.

"Thank you very much," she said.

He looked at her closely.

"I had thought of rewarding you with a trip to the Outer Galaxy; it would have been quite a remarkable experience. But now that I see you, and that I notice you are quite repressed, I have another thing in mind."

He tapped his desk three times and a man seemed to materialize from one of the wall panels.

"Ah, Dr. Vincenzo, this is Lisa the Poster Maker."

The stranger walked quickly to her and kissed her hand. It was such an archaic gesture that Lisa blushed furiously.

"Dr. Vincenzo is not working on the Laser Robots. Have you heard of them, Lisa?"

"Everybody has, sir."

"Yes, yes, that's true," he said, smiling at Dr. Vincenzo.

"Explain it to her," he ordered the Doctor. "It's quite simple, my dear. The usual Laser beam is a thin beam of light of ferocious intensity. We have developed a programmed laser beam that can activate protoplasmic material for about three hours. It turns a lump of protoplasm into a human being for three hours before reverting back to its original form. But there is something even more important. When this laser robot comes to life, it seems that it exhibits a sexual prowess far beyond the normal. And that prowess is centered in the key sexual areas; the penis, mouth, arm pits, anus,-in short all the erogenous zones."

He folded his hands in front of him and smiled gently at the girl before continuing.

"You must have been a great asset to the Premier for him to have selected you for this honor."

She wanted to refuse. She wanted to say no, and end it there. But it would have been too insulting to the Premier and she was under his spell completely.

Dr. Vincenzo held out his hand and Lisa grasped it. They walked through one of the wall panels and she heard the Premier's last words to her:

"Enjoy it. You deserve every minute."

She was taken into a small room and told to undress. Then she was left alone. The room was covered with artificial rugs, semblances of species who had long since vanished. Some of the rugs even had the heads still on, ferocious looking fangs residing in open mouths. The room was over-heated and she assumed that it had something to do with the experiment. Lisa was nervous. She felt a growing passion but that could been the fibers of the rug as they rested against her naked buttocks. The heat made her sleepy. She stretched out and tried to nap.

Suddenly a panel on the wall, a window panel, opened, and the face of Dr. Vincenzo appeared.

"Prepare yourself," he said, and then was gone.

She sat up, nervous, the sweat appearing in little beads on her upper hp. She felt an anticipatory stirring in her nipple.

A second later the door opened and a figure was thrust into the room the door closing behind him. It was a young man with gloriously blonde hair. She moved away from him, frightened. He recovered himself and looked around the room to get his bearings. He seemed unable to peak but his eyes rolled in horror.

Then she saw it. It rested between his legs, already erect, a beautifully formed maleness which seemed to glitter with some extraordinary passion. She could see the veins and muscles pulsing and they seemed to be emitting a code language. She turned away, unable to look at it for long. But it pulled her eyes back, it was like a magnet of lust. She backed away from him toward the rear wall. The Laser Robot began to stalk her, crawling to Lisa with a look of despair and expectation.

Then she saw his lips. They were glistening but not with sweat. There a divine substance on them and they quivered and seemed to say that they needed her.

She had to keep away. She felt that death was in that robot. She felt that if she touched him, she would be sent into a whirlpool of lust from which there would be no return.

"Dr. Vincenzo, Dr. Vincenzo," she called out, her voice trembling with her desperation.

But there was no answer from the other side of the room, from behind the wall. The only reality was that blonde beast moving toward her, always moving toward her.

He was a foot away and then an inch. She rolled over and lay still, like a young dog who prostrates himself before a vicious enemy. She was offering her surrender but she wanted to be spared.

She screamed. His lips had buried themselves in the steamy moistness of her nest. Every part of her body quivered. Every muscle in her body seemed to lose its cohesiveness. For a second those lips were still, just resting there, arid then they began to suck on her flower, to bring the depths of her repressed desires to the surface.

His lips were against the lips of her vagina. They were joined and the divine moisture on his lips seemed to transfer to her. She spread her legs wider and began to say nonsense words anything to ease what was happening to her. A second later his golden tongue plunged into her womanhood.

She held her hands up and then clenched her fists as if she was a martyr to sex.

The tongue went deep, reaching into the hidden pools of her body, sucking out the delicacies which had rested there untouched. Then the tongue began to move from side to side in great sweeps of lust. She felt herself falling apart and she rammed her thighs together to force the young blonde god to go faster.

The edges of his tongue seemed to be notched and after each movement she caught the edge of that serpent and her whole body was lifted up with ecstasy, only to fall to the floor again once the movement was over.

Suddenly, without warning the tongue was removed and the Laser Robot moved away from her and began to prance around the room like a young deer. She crawled after him. All she wanted was his body. There was nothing else on her mind, neither honor nor shame, nor the feeling that she had to moderate herself.

She caught up to him and grasped his glorious column in her hands. She kissed it, drinking deeply of its glistening power.

Then she formed her lips in the circle of love and let the flesh move into her mouth. She shuddered as inch after inch entered.

The boy was standing and looking at her as she moved her mouth on his column, as her wet lips slid on and off like a glove. His taste was divine and she drank it in. Her teeth made tiny initials on his erect flesh but the boy made no sound.

Her hands were around his buttocks and her eyes closed as her mouth became a well-oiled machine. She couldn't have enough of the glorious movement and the unbelievable drops of moisture which seemed to coat it.

It was enough. She had to be penetrated. She was shaking with anticipation. She planted one long moist kiss on the tip of his penis and then pulled him on top of her, ramming it into her with her own hands.

The glorious face was against hers and she thrust her tongue into his mouth. The boy lurched once and then drove his flesh deep and true. She cried out and then bounced her naked buttocks against the floor so that she came up to meet his thrust.

She had never experienced anything remotely like it. It was a golden, magical penis. Each movement brought new joys, each movement brought cries of lust from her innermost being.

He began to grind into her, to drive her into the soft rug, to screw up her body until it seemed like a ball of wire.

After he would thrust he would begin to pull out and she would plead with him then the terrible thrust would send her down once more.

It took only a few moments and then her body exploded with his, hot seed mixing with the joys of orgasm and they both lay gasping, she facing in the golden hair between his legs, licking the golden seed from the now quiet column.

She slept. She fell asleep in his arms. It was hours later when she turned in her sleep and bumped against a leg. Startled, she looked up. It was Dr. Vincenzo.

"Where is he? Where is he?"

She grasped his leg as she asked the question.

"Now, now, control yourself, my dear," said the Doctor and held up a small plastic bag which seemed to contain a cloudy substance.

"What is that?"

"This is him. I told you before that the Laser Robot has a time limit a life span of almost three hours. His protoplasm is in here."

She felt sick. She felt as if a hammer had destroyed her will. She lay back down, unable to articulate her terrible despair.

The last words she heard from Dr. Vincenzo were:

"Cheer up. Perhaps after the Premier's next campaign, he will give you the same reward." Her sobs drowned out the rest.