Hello, people!!! It's me, Heaven Aeroplane! Look at the What text did I dig up? Totally awesome. John Grant Two in a hammock Published in Fantacrim MEGA magazine 1'92. The editor tapped his forehead with his fist, which was already filled with a bump. The lump got even bigger. Some ideas are born spontaneously, some are comprehended, but the idea of this books were handed to him. He attended Milford Writers' Conference '86, trying to remain indispensable except, of course, in those cases when a sharp thing turns up on your tongue the word should have flashed eloquently by smashing someone to smithereens boring essay. And suddenly, as if terrible nightmare, the editor found himself under cross-fire of glances present existing - We decided to publish a super-antolo- gia dedicated to sci-fi sex - announced famous children's writer, highlighting- among fellow writers of the violent movement lura. “And you should be its editor,” in a tone not tolerant of objections, added the bearded man, hiding under a pseudonym from many numerical fans. Enterprise editor tried to drown himself in a glass of orange new juice, but the neighbors gave it in time - give him a straw? “This is no big deal,” said the young man, who was the only ki- barepunk, screwing into a mechanical snort cocaine into my nostril. - Everything you need required, stuffed, is to shy away from this Wed...readers a couple million bl...x letters so that they send their fuck...e history. But I'm sure they will respond of course, only true gentlemen from fiction. Cyberpunk's left eye regardless the right one began to search the room in looking for a closet sign. - Is it really that simple? - stammered the Editor (andwhy did he only didn't stay at home in Colchester?). “Naturally,” one of them snapped. three feminist women who see their pre- appointment in permanent proof from the opposite - or you will do it, or... She eloquently hit her ankle with a whip. the bottom of a boot under a miniskirt. The editor realized that he had lost. - I give up. I'm starting an anthology. Now, being in a cozy little world Colchester, he reviewed the written table littered with manuscripts and thinking I wondered if it would have been better to accept death. Painful, but alone. The editor acted according to the advice of young tsa-cyberpunk: after all, nowadays even old people venture into scenes of unbridled erotic tism in their hitherto chaste excesses sah. Isn't that what the classic story is about? Nosaga G. Harrison "Stainless Rat" wants you"? Didn't he crawl out of the storerooms? ki J. Vance with his "Servants of Bacchus"? Didn't Heinlein think about the origins? masochism in "Cruel Lover Moon"? However, the Editor’s optimism has long been used up steamed. The level of manuscripts that are up to got there, did not exceed the level of the gym- Nazi writings. Carnivorous milk- glands, condoms, travel over time, the fallopian tubes are located rum to the Galaxy -such nonsense on- the pages of the porn magazine "OMNI" are full, which even reached Eastern Europe. The hair on the Editor's scrotum stood up on end. But it seemed that he had taken everything to insure against something like this rubbish. Sent to each author a letter in which he asked “dear pi- satel" in his characteristic manner work the following plot: "The hero and heroine share a hammock in the unknown somosti. Never let them know before I wanted to experience something like this and practice having sex with each other. He speaks with a tone with a hint: “Darling, don’t you think what does your bust in zero gravity resemble a couple of melons of the exotic variety "Kolkhozni- tsa "?", to which his partner thoughtfully replies: “Maybe so, but I I'm more worried that after your previous We will have to wait a week for premature ejaculation. I love cleaning the cabin!" The editor disgustedly opened the first of envelopes that arrived in the morning by mail. Lorrie Nevinen. World Famous SF figure and co-author of the crowned lav- Rami Gianni Purgeni. A martyr from the editor with disgust I immersed myself in reading: “Sha, baby,” excitedlyexclaimed Fanglord, the first of the Phi-writers, sent into space. - Just look at these surf effects! Pupella look. "Sutra" rotated in low orbit around the black hole X-135. Members of her team pages were protected from mockery the influence of monstrous gravity is double- the walls of a ship that left the sing General Products. The walls were are made from listerine, the composition of which is go was known only to bra lovers. This a strange race possessed high technology gical inclinations, but not was even able to get into the idea phone. Listerine looked normal glass and largely inherited its stva. So, it cracked when you walked on it hit with a hammer. But despite all this, there was one useful quality: leaf- rin acted as a barrier against gravity tion, which simply bounced off him. “Hey,” Fanglord exclaimed again, with studying his own genitals with admiration li, - if you fit here properly, then the surf gradient will complete all the os- tal. It will be no worse than that of an elephant. Pupella did not answer. Her attention would- lo is focused on something else. Thanks projections of her body relative to X-135, le- her breasts tried to squeeze the woman's throat lo. Pupella gracefullychanged position and the chest crawled onto the shoulder blade, breaking balance of other parts of the body. - Wow! - said Fanglord. - Interest- but how to deal with such a situation love? “Damn dangerous,” said Pupel. la, but a moment later her overalls planned on the floor. Again, thanks... along the surf gradient. Woman about naturally drifted towards the man. - Yohu! - Fanglord squealed. All of him teenage dreams come true but, unfortunately, all his dreams came true Mary. He fished out a net from behind the console butterflies and began frantically chasing the results of his embodied nightmare- ra. “It was a miracle,” thought Pupella. The next moment she felt the very matter of the universe began to squeeze out get through the pores..." And this one is one of the best - say- Hall itself an unfortunate Editor. - Come on, somewhere here was an exercise in ek- existentialist post-modernism someone J.K. Billiards. But that's where I fucking stuck it... Erogenous zone k a t a str o f Hammock. Two. They see a hammock. Hammock doesn't see them. Two stealthily produce kissing experiment at the same time thinking about the murder of John Fitzge- Rald Kennedy. Having completed the experiment, they remove their garments, which are scattered lurking around the cabin, hovering ominously over hammock like vultures. Occasionally wings made of straps and trousers sway, falling under the stream of a faulty air conditioner Nera. They - people - examine each other's bodies friend. She has an oyster in her hand, suddenly arose thanks to the principle of indeterminacy Heisenberg fission. It means your desire to be loved, throwing yourself at a hammock that throws her into the light tilnik. He looks at the evidence of his great haste. “Yes,” he thinks, “ but can this be considered art? No, this is too much, the Editor decided. - Although at least this thing has one advantage - I personally don’t like it clear. Most of the received waste paper ry are simply too primitive. And that's it well... and yet some of the authors clearly tried to do something. For example, Arcturus Quark's story is definitely suggests that he did follow my call Vetu and becameattend evening writings Tel courses. "Mitchum couldn't believe that he even... we have to “make love”, as the countrymen call it. He still I didn't come across anyone who showed at least the slightest interest in sex. For sex somehow didn’t have enough place in the high- technical world - but now doctor Sandra Wickramasinhe threw off clothes. Mitchum had no idea before that this thing - clothes - can be easily removed. He watched with purely scientific interest process and finally realized for the first time Why do women's vaginas protrude so much? redi. He was nervous. (It must be admitted to demonstrate the depth of character tera character.) The idea of sex is a thing mysterious, and yet Mitchum understood: de- there is nowhere to go and everything must be done as best as possible. He recalled with nostalgia passed away his home on Callisto, where he relatives discovered a way to save time, reproducing oneself asexually. And at the same time time the image of his father appeared before him - Commondor Callisto, who was not lost would sing if his offspring hit dirt face in front of fellow countrymen. Dr. Wickramasinh finished stripping tiz.With the imperial movement of his little finger, she showed that he must follow follow her example. Mitchum had to but work hard with zippers, buttons and clasps. Your own vacuum suit Mit- wore the plague without taking off for almost thirty local years. not without difficulties, he I was still able to get naked. And then to his surprise it happened something incredible. "It must be the fault everything is weightless. After all, they can’t Do body parts grow so spontaneously? I hope I didn't catch something space infection? - worried thought the Callistan. Dr. Wickramasinh seemed to be undressed. appealed to his concern because I decided to manually examine the affected organ, no doubt trying to heal by the touch of his fingers. "We'll be on- hope she won't resort to acupuncture." A moment later he used tried a sharp relief - the swelling became subside quickly. However, Dr. Vikrama- Singh, apparently, was somewhat disappointed rovana. Mitchum was surprised. Suddenly the feces The Listyanin realized that he had just become witness his own participation in the co- tii. "So this is what it is - sex! - think small Mitchum. - It’s hardly worth going again - you take such a risk! However, it seems I'm not hit the dirtface!" He recalled with nostalgia the real life on Callisto, thought about how proud his father will be..." - Quark must be kidding me me! - exclaimed the Editor. Tear oro- strength flabby cheek. - He couldn’t in all seriousness, write such nonsense... With the other side... Mechanically he pinned on the story Quark label with standard failure and threw the manuscript into the wastepaper basket. “This opus is complete chaos” - think small The editor angrily, but immediately remembered Neil Enzimova Pharmacy. "...Clinch Bailey floated in the room from- breathing on a hyperspace ship and I already began to regret my agreement. de- it was not at all that he was sent whether into outer space and hidden a form of agorophobia squeezed the body as if in a giant fist, but the fact that he is slightly didn't he spend three quarters of his time in shared bathroom, desperately trying squeeze out at least a few drops of urine, trying to follow the given plot. "Well why the most interesting things always happen dit here, in the rest room, combined no with the toilet, - the brother thought sadly - vy detective - in the good old days we didn't worry about such trifles. Besidesit's damn inconvenient to take a leak free fall when crowded the bladder is trying to throw it away you in the opposite direction, like ra- ketu". His thoughts were interrupted by the appearance of doors R. Daniel Olivier - Bey's partner whether to investigate particularly serious cases. R. somewhere I got hold of a women's wig, ash-colored color and thickly smeared on plastic lipstick on your lips, and on no less plastic rouge on the cheeks. The robot's fingers are compressed Mali cigarette case of elongated shape. Replacement tiv, as Bailey's gaze slid across his face, onona brought the cigarette case to the plastic mu ear, regardless of what comes out of it There were some electronic wheezes. - Hello, baby! - greeted ro- bot imitating a vamp woman. “Hello, R. Daniel,” responded Clinch. “I decided to become a woman,” explained robot - Why? - Since the time of Susan Kelmanda, you, love- di, underestimate the ability of hydroponic of the brain to experience emotions, said R. Daniel in his own creaky voice. - However, if you, Clinch, could put aside prejudices, then I would have realized long ago that I love you. First- ah I didn't understand whyyour love is be- answer, but from the nuances of your behavior It became clear to me: you simply cannot find the courage to admit that you are trying to feel tender feelings for the object of your husband - of the Chinese kind. The First Law forbids me make advances in your direction, because if you realized that you are homosexual sexual inclinations, then I would experience psycho- chological trauma. (I understand that sometimes Yes, neither to the village nor to the city I mention Three Laws of Robotics, but I wouldn't I wanted my readers to forget them.) So I spent the whole morning in the barn. lingerie workshops, trying on women's clothing rank. How do you like me, Clinch? Bailey's thoughts were in chaos. Speech robot she tore the veil off his subconscious and turned on secret erotic aspirations. R. Daniel looked there with a hint, where the organ peeked out, intended natural for the process of excretion. Not- it’s clear why he became significantly larger. - I see that I was right in my an- Lisa,” licking his lips, he said languidly, la R. Daniel. From the cigarette case appeared flames. They melted the blush and they flowed down the plastic cheeks. Bailey found this sight incredibly erotic kim... A moment later his body crashed- moose in the bulkhead withtooth-crushing speed height. The robot tore the console from his ear and looked at her with disappointment: _ Damn sexotron! - cursed R. Daniel. - And yet he managed to accurately extinguish the fire of lust..." “Hmmm...” the Editor drawled and felt- I had an unbearable urge to vomit. - I wanted I wish I knew whether old Arcturus conveyed fatherly to his friend the Grandmaster advice to attend evening writers' workshops courses? The following piece was crowned with a Texas postmark. Nothing less than the work of our superhero - go cyberpunk Pound Sterling, known- th expert of the technology of the future gateway- nor a connoisseur of fence slogans! Meanwhile, the lighting in the room is due to has changed. Static electricity crackled Trinity, but the Editor was so absorbed in his own feelings no longer paid the slightest attention to his surroundings th attention. There was a bang, and in the room something invaded with gorgeous hips mi and no lessgorgeous bust. This is not... it was completely ignored - The Editor's pupils again ran along the tan rails of typewritten lines. "... Fortunately, I took precautions precautions and filled the skull with ultragelin nit before heading to the tribute. So break into the punishment cell, where Lucia was sitting, it was a matter of several mi- chickpeas I stuck out my tongue and tungsten tip a stranger instantly drilled a hole in molybdenum door next to the timer switch com on nuclear batteries. Then he snuggled open mouth to the door and carefully hic- zero. Cloud of smoke and metal shavings - the door crashed inwards, miraculously not crushing Lyu- I'm chewing. She was naked. As usual. Here, in the icy expanses of space, there was no need for clothing. She looked at me with satisfaction. - So I knew that you would arrive on time - “Me, Dirk,” she stammered. - And I knew. - We need to get out of here quickly, - Lucia whispered tenderly. Her wonderful plastoid nipples shoneall colors rainbows, reflecting emotions. “Uhm,” I agreed. My last injection of phenylbarbketomine- nitrosulfate was losing its effect, so I pulled a syringe out of the holster and injected another dose. We got out of there. Much, much later we found ourselves on promenade deck of the Madonna. Bye on beefsteaks squealed in the grates, I’m interested resented: - Would you like an aperitif? “Uh-huh,” she hummed. - Got some cool “wheels” on the 61st Le- trouble,” I commented, pulling out bottle from the bar. - This dude was hanging around behind the fence of the spaceport he suggested a thing for three "pieces". So I stocked up on them like a boa constrictor. They are called,” I squinted, staring at the label, - great, they called paracetamol. I tossed the pill and it slowly planned to where mine would be palm, if I had not overcome lived with her brothel owner on Dork B. “Well,” said Lucia, “you’re right.” he's such a handsome guy! “I know,” I said. - Do you hear? And if we wait with the food- come and fuck in a state of complete sleep traditions. Everyone, listen, thinks that I’m a phone ka - nice. I wantsay - out of embarrassment - she turned green all over, including her wig, - that my little thing can take everything, even frequency modulation. I whistled. The idea was not bad. “It’s covered,” I said. - If you want. All you had to do was press a button Breasts and my trousers fell to the floor. But here I hesitated. - You know, Lucia, I don’t have any confidence that this will be true love God, not a surrogate. “It’s a sure thing on my part,” she said she, - I already took the pills. On! Trying not to touch the tungsten surface, tip on the tongue, still hot th from my meeting with the all-metal which door, she makes an erotic movement palms pushed the pill into my mouth. I swallowed. Grabbed Lucia's imposing buttocks, feeling love from the first pill. There was a loud click. - Oh, shit! Well, just give me the extra fight to Marsport, I’ll strangle this nit-me- hanika..." The editor folded the sheets and, for the first time in smiling all the time, he tore his hand write in half. The light in the office became brighter and acquired greenish tint. the space is filled Nila melodyWagner's "Flight" Valkyries" with an introduction by Strauss "Thus spake Zarathustra" as a con- trapunta. In any other circumstances Redak- Thor would probably have paid attention to this, but now he's hypnotized, continued to leaf through the pages of the arriving ma- nusscripts. He turned to the latter with a headband from a coffee cup on the first page. This opus was sent to him by the literary agent of Kurt Winishgut. "...If only I hadn't strived to- show the Creator your ability to fuck despite being overweight, constantly drinking and bad habits, - thought Ken - Guru Trot - this never happened would. He was floating around the cabin. Dershe McTavish giggled non-stop, and kept performing - the remaining parts of her body trembled to the beat laughter. “Well, it’s starting” B - upset he thought a few moments later after placing his hand on her..." Shvark! The leaves flew into the basket. Only now the Editor discovered that in There have been changes in the office. felt in the airthe smell of sulfur. B in the dazzling green light all objects were outlined. The editor turned around in a spinning chair. Standing right in front of him was the most beautiful the most beautiful woman he had ever seen in life and on pictures from Playboy. Her nakedness citified and at the same time was chaste Rennoy. Her flowing hair is platinum th shade went down to the lush buttocks. Her breasts were like two full moons. The nipples proudly pierced the air for lack of wearing a transparent blouse. The Editor caught his breath. She speaking in a chest contralto with an accent one that was impossible to guess: - I crossed the Galaxy for the sake of endless everlasting love for you,” she exclaimed, extending his wonderfully shaped arms. - Come into my arms and let us merge in ecstasy! Let me be your demonic lover bovnitsa! With a powerful jerk the Editor ejected fell out of the chair. A moment later, the office door closed. burst behind him, leaving an alien the guest is perplexed. While traveling around to the unknown expanses of space her race developed the most effective way make contact with the natives. But these strange earthlings, apparently baked from another test. Sheknew only a few words in the earthly language, but before the delicious body was laid out on molecules and transported back to ship, memory recorded the last the words that the earthling shouted came out guy from the building: - No need! Oh God, this is too much, I I just can’t stand it! Have mercy, Bo... Then she disappeared, leaving behind a there is a trace of sulfur on the parquet and an empty basket - ku for unnecessary papers. The xenobiologists of her race reverently are going to study this pile of white... valuable jewelry investigative material. Copyright ь John Grant 1990. Copyright BY Simona Vlyublyatiskayte 1991, translation into Russian. CopyLEFT Бу Heaven Aeroplane 1997, typed in the "Word and Delo" 7.0 specially for Pro Hackers' Dynasty Press, Dept. Profile Hackers' Dynasty Private Corporation.ph (017) 243-0-244 (Сергей).
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