Chapter #7Sultan's harem - the blue door by: Yote   You're about to step through the pink door when you realise the implication - the sim is asking you to choose a sex. Moving quickly to the blue door, you step through into the next room.
It is less enclosed than the entrance room, a wide-open space of creamy sandstone, the walls painted with intricate panterns and paintings of gods, the floors coated with persian rugs. A fountain bubbles in a shallow pool in the center of the room, the water flowing out along a chanel set into the floor that runs around the room. Illuminated by hot sunlight streaming through the narrow windows, beyond which you can see only an ocean of desert. The windows are too thin to squeeze through and it's unlikely the developers bothered to render anything outside the harem anyway. Which means the user you're looking for is somewhere in this room.
Dotted about the room are about thirty or forty figures, most of them women, all of them beautiful, in various stages of undress. Some recline on sofas, beckoning you closer, other sun their naked, bronzed bodies in the patches of golden sunlight, others lay at the pool's edge, running their long limbs lazily through the water. Some caress themselves wantonly, watching you with lustful eyes. To your right, two petite asian woman fill the room with soft moans as they explore each others bodies with their tongues.
The figures' movements are sluggish, repetitive, robotic. They're AI.
You clear your throat awkwardly. "Um... hi! I'm the admin. Somebody requested assistance from this simulation, so if whichever one of you is the user could make themselves known that'd be great." You pause for them to respond. Not one of them moves, except to continue with their programmed activity, ignoring you completely. "Everybody, if you could all just stop what - or who- you're doing and look at me for a moment, I'm looking for a user. If the user could please stand up, that'd be great, because I'm a very busy guy." Again, no response. You sigh. "Computer, what users are logged into this simulation?"
Dennis Hepplewhite ------
Half an hour ago...
"Damn, Kal, is it packed in here today or what?" Dennis said, as he stood at the counter, blocking the flow of customers and requiring everybody to reach right around him to grab their coffees. "You're going to have to start forcing them in with a stick soon."
"Uh huh," you say absently, as you try to prepare three drinks at once. Dennis had been stood there for five minutes now and showed no signs of moving. "Mr Hepplewhite, are you going to order drinks or....?"
"Please, Kal! None of this Mr Hepplewhite crap. Call me Uncle." Dennis wasn't really your Uncle, but he was your father's oldest friend and had known you since you were born. Like your father, he was a massive comic book nerd and roleplayer. He was in his late middle age, though still dressed in the fashions of a 15-year-old, with long, thinning hair and a big, black neckbeard. "I just came here to see how my favourite nephew was doing. Look at you, all grown up, running your own business!" He stretched right across the counter, knocking over a large bowl of sugar with his belly, and ruffled your hair roughly, causing boiling hot coffee to spill over your fingers as you dodged away from him.
"Grgh! Mister Hepplewhite, if you'd kindly -"
"'Uncle', please!"
"Uncle," you say through gritted teeth. "I'm really, really busy today. If you can just leave me alone while I'm trying to deal with customers, that would be just great."
Dennis shrank back, looking like a wounded child. "Oh... Sorry, buddy. Just proud of you is all," he mumbled. "You know I've always thought of you as my own, and ever since your parents left you've just been so stressed out all the time." Suddenly his expression brightened. "Hey, I know what'll help you relax! Gimme one of those education sims."
Happy to be rid of him, you handed him a credit chip good for an education sim of his choice.
------
In Sultan's Harem, you groan. "Alright Mister Hepplewhite, you can come out now." But as you step closer into the room, you notice a message scrawled across the wall.
Let's play a game. Bet you can't guess which one I am!
- Uncle Dennis  indicates the next chapter needs to be written. |
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