~BBW-GELF. Sci-fi, ~Sex, Romance, SWG - A Professor does his own thing and it leads to a revolution
(Author's Prelude: Ok, this is a story I have been mulling over for a while, so hopefully this will be a fun read. It's set in the future, but more on that will be explained as the story goes on, but what I will reveal now is what a Gelf is.
Gelf stands for Genetically Engineered Life Form, a concept from the Tv Program called Red Dwarf. Whilst it told the audience what they were, they never went into development over them. I've chosen to write a story, using the Gelf concept in this story not only as a catalyst for weight gain, but also as the idea of if life is created, does have a right to free will?
Another inspiration for this story was Kastemel's (Deviantart, thanks to my brother) story The Perfect Girlfriend, which I felt had so much potential, but he decided not to continue it, which is a great shame.
to those of you who wonder what the beginning is, it's a monologue on the history past since the time the story is set and the present day. If there is anything you don't agree with, then pray that the following events don't happen.
Anyway, I've prattled enough, story time!)
Entry 1: the purchase.
Ok class, settle down, your history lesson begins now. For those of you who thought that you got rid of me last year, I’ll be taking you through 21st century history. Toby, would you mind not trying to pull Kate's ponytail in my lesson. Yes I can see you do it, I was young too, I know the tricks.
Anyway back to 21st history. now I am going to give you the briefest of outlines in order to jog your memory over what you did last year, and we will be going through certain movements and chartering their rise and fall later in the year. We shall start with the War on Terror, the spread of fashionable Islam, the Size acceptance increase and its opposition.
As we all know, after the 9/11 terrorist attacks on the World Trade Centre in America, the War on Terror began, but it quickly turned into a cock-handed hunt for a single man, Osama bin laden. If anyone has seen the kids TV show, "Chippy chasers"? well, the war was essentially like that, with the American military thundering around the world, invading countries on more spurious reasons, whilst Osama bin laden was blowing explosive raspberries in their faces.
However, what was really interesting is that the war highlighted the Muslim culture, and in 2013 it became almost fashionable to be dressed in Muslim garbs. Arabic enspired music was also popular, not merely as backing tracks, but also as part of the lyrics, the song rendition of "The Legend of Sinbad" by Firework Demons sold at over 20 million copies. Middle eastern food became more popular, as well, and traditional "All-American" restaurants were fighting for competition with Kebab shops and Spice bars.
It was a time of Cultural discovery, and more people were also beginning to convert to Islam, leading to an era of "Relaxed Islam", behaving very similarily to their christian counterparts, forswearing the ultra-traditionalist lobby and relaxing many of the laws within a very short space of time.
The "Fashionable Islam" movement caused a huge boost to the Size Acceptance lobby, especially in the women’s front, as having to wear the full Hijab concealed the weight that they actually were, allowing them to be 450 lbs and no-one will know. By 2016 it was impossible for people to discriminate by size any longer, so numerous governments passed laws against it.
It also helps that the creation of “Bounce” happened at this time. Yes Harriet, you use “Bounce” so you know what that is, but for those who weren’t paying attention in class last year would you kindly explain?
"Yes, Bounce in a medical drug that basically declogged the bloodstream and helped reinforce bone structure, enabling for some people suffering from Tanjis genetic traits."
"Such as yourself Harriet, and for the extremely overweight to live normal lives. Because of bounce, a slue of world records were broken, with the worlds heaviest woman’s record being smashed three times over by Pauline Sutten of West Virginia in 2019.
This rapid expansion of Muslim values and of weight acceptance was not without its opponents, however. Many fanatical religious figures viewed the relaxed vigilence against both as a “Rejection of all moral values and the gradual decline into sin.” It is also interesting to note that many celebrities also rejected the weight acceptance and even campaigned against it, even going so far as to try and bomb the “Bounce” factory in 2019.
The government felt that they needed to appease these celebrities, but by the time they did, the world had moved on.
Tuesday 15th may
7day inc, gelf distribution outlet, Canary wharf, London
“Good afternoon, mister…erm… Dickinson, is it?”
“Please, call me Giles.”
The Salesman, Chinese by descent, Yorkshire by birth and scientist by preference, nodded and shook Giles hands.
“My name is Doctor Jonathan Chengen and I sell Gelfs.”
“I can see that, that’s why I came here, you’re one of the best in the country.”
Giles looked around the white, pristine, sterile halls of the building, almost like a surgery, even down to the robots cleaning vigorously around the floor. The white lights and the white lab coats of the staff made him feel very uncomfortable, even the bleached white hair of Chengen was a little unnerving. If it had been sunny, then the huge windows would have allowed for the room to be lit up like a sparkling diamond, but as it was pissing down with rain it made the entire room look grey and lifeless.
“It is always nice to hear complements of our service,” Chengen replied, a smile slipping through temporarily. “You are here to purchase a Gelf. I should warn you, though, they don’t come cheap, and the average Gelf costs ₤500,000.”
He looked Giles up and down, “Just to let you know that they are a pricy purchase. Are you sure you have enough?”
Giles nodded and Chengen glided away through the sliding doors, Giles following.
Giles had often asked himself what had happened to his life so that he needed to be buying a Gelf for sex. Whilst they were on offer, to many people Gelfs were the bottom dive when you lost all your charm and charisma, and if you can’t afford one, you end up like thousands of sad losers who engage in virtual sex. Giles could remember when he used to have women fighting to get hold of him. Back in college and uni, where he was considered a prime catch for all women, whatever size, shape, religion, creed or class.
He still got women’s attention, and in the bar many had come up to him, trying to chat him up, but as soon as he told them what he did for a living, they moved away rapidly. There was something about being a history teacher that conjured up a picture of a man dressed in corduroy, droning on about the romans and what the medieval period was like and who got it up at historical re-enactments on UKTV history, or something like that, because that was the only explanation to him not having a girlfriend at this stage.
Giles, young, at 25, and built like a bear, Tall, muscular, and hairy. He had long mud brown hair that fell down to his shoulder blades, and permanent stubble around his goatee. He was of white British stock, but there was an element of Greek or Tuscan blood in his complexion, which was a little swarthy, giving him a handsome, wild, devilish look, especially with his slightly horn shaped eyebrows.
He was dressed in his black leather jacket, Scarlet T-shirt with the blue logo of the band “Iron fisted revolution”, chains, denim jeans, a Bandana of the old Tokugawan rising sun, necklaces with guitars, three rings on each hand of various symbols, from demonic heads to Chinese characters, and a tattoo of a lion wrestling with a wolf on his back.
The room inside was dark, as Giles eyes adjusted to the gloom; he saw the controls and the computers monitoring the life-forms inside the capsules, flashing in multiple colours. The room was merely a walkway, with many capsules along the sides, displaying their contents for all to see. Underneath the capsules, there was a short description and a price tag.
“5 years since creation, Blond, 5’6”, B:78 W:58 H:78, ₤500,000”
“6 years since creation, Brunette, 5’4”, B:75 W:54 H:78, ₤540,000”
“7 years since creation, Red head, 5’8”, B:79 W: 56 H:74, ₤530,000”
All of them were women, aged 20, smiling with blank eyes and identical faces, long lashes, large lips, radiating forced and fake beauty. Naked, they rested in the capsules of glowing fluid, wires and tubes injected into their luminous white skin.
“Our fine collection of Gelfs,” Chengen announced, “Many of these are brand new models, tailored to fit a mans dream of an ideal woman, and deliberately crafted so that there is no need for messy relationships, just straight sex.”
“Hm,” Giles replied. The price tags were very steep, and even though he had enough money to by one, it still was going to be a time of cheap food and badly made clothes. He looked around the Gelfs on display, it was hard to not admire the bio-engineering quality that went into them, but they were not to his taste at all. He preferred women with a brain in their head and meat on their bones, able to not only give great sex, but also go head to head with him in a debate and win, and have a fertility goddess figure, rather than the body of a rake.
“Dr Chengen, is there any way to organise these gelfs in some order, they seem a bit pell-mell.”
“Of course, Mister Dickinson,” Chengen pressed a control panal and a holographic map of the room opened up, with all manner of numbers on different circles. “Currently, its organised on number of sales, we’re currently in the most sold. How would you like me to organise it?”
“Erm… maybe year of creation, oldest this side, maybe?”
“Alright.” Chengen press a button on the hologram, “Reorganise according to age, oldest first.” There was a whir and the room began to rotate on the walkway, as the capsules danced around each other to appease their human masters. They suddenly stopped, and Giles could see older models in front of him. Some of them showing biological aging, but most of them were more of the same models. Giles sighed, he guess he would have to do things the old fashioned way to get a woman of his dreams, change jobs and win the lottery.
Suddenly, something caught his eye. He ran over to it, planting both hands on panel to read the description.
“12 years since creation, dark, 5’6, Changeling, ₤250,000”
He looked up at the figure in front of him. She was, unlike the others, looking about 23, give or take a few years, and had wild long black hair, like his but much longer. However, the big difference was that she was plump, soft breast over a soft belly and soft thighs. She only looked about 155lbs, but compared to the others, she seemed like… well, a fertility goddess amongst a bunch of rake women.
“Chengen.” He asked as Chengen came running behind him, “What does ‘Changeling’ mean?”
“What? Changeling? Oh yes!” Chengen cycled through his notepad laptop. “This one, Nick named “the problem child” is the only one in stock, and utterly un-sellable due to a terrible marketing ploy buy its creator. “Problem child” is fitted with a special collar that injects figure-altering toxins into it bloodstream, altering it’s figure, enabling for it to become any woman of the owners dream.”
“So why did the model bomb?”
“Well, “Problem child” has three big weaknesses. Firstly that it is able to age like a normal human rather than stay eternally young, as most people want. Secondly is it's weakness to fall to problems such as weight gain, diseases, eye strain and so on, possibly leading to stuff that would make the owner have to care for it, rather than vice versa, as it should be. Finally, it has a furious appetite, it is easily able to put away a three course meal and still have room left for more.”
An idea crept into Giles devious mind. “I’ll take it!”
Chengen looked up at him in disbelief.
“Mr Dickinson, you can’t possibly be serious?!”
“Listen, if its giving you trouble like this, I’ll take it off your hands. I won’t be any trouble, I’ve got a lot of money to buy food, and teachers of my quality get paid a lot. I’ll be able to take care of her… Sorry, I mean 'it'.”
“Well, if your sure you want all the problems.” Chengen pressed a button on the control panel in front of “Problem child’s” capsules, the icon flashed up, “Sold”.
“I’ve got a bit of cash left over,” Giles said, “and I hear you are one of the few Gelf places who do IQ boosts.”
“Of course!” Chengen smiled, “Would you like it to be a personal servant, who understands all instructions, it’s a 20 IQ points boost and will cost you ₤20,000!”
“Make it ₤100,000 worth of IQ points,” Giles said. “I always like intelligent women, makes me feel better off when I bang them.”
“Erm… of… of course!” Chengen pressed a few buttons on the control panel and the tube to “Problem child’s” head began to glow yellow as brain cells were being pumped into her cranium, the IQ meter rising from 40 to 60 and beyond. “It is customary to name it, seeing as its going to be your pet, so what would you like to call her?”
Giles thought about this. He felt that she deserved better than something smutty or degrading, and so he had to choose something that would suit them both. An thought nestled in his mind.
“Rita Saxon!”
“Unusual choice of names, but I can’t be a judge of names with mine.” Chengen smiled. “I hope you enjoy your Gelf, Mr Dickinson, it should be ready to take home within an hour’s time, We just need to finish processing object recognition and getting it ready.”
Giles walked out of the room, sat down on a chair and waited.
“I hear your taking “Problem child”” called the receptionist.
“Yes, and?”
“I’m just saying you might want to keep the receipt, it can be a bit of a handful to control.”
With the hour, after Giles had deposited his payment, Chengen walked out with Rita, dressed in a pink mini-skirt, tank top and high heels. Giles groaned, didn’t they have anything more suiting to his persona, at least the black collar made it a little better.
“It’s all ready for you to take home, Mr Dickinson!” Chengen spoke. “Just one more thing, You might want this.”
He produced a metal case “This contains the controls to her special factors, it’s a classic DAR Hologramatic format on the back of the glove, perfect for changing it on the fly.”
He rapidly shook his eyebrows up and down, giving Giles the creeps. “If you like, we can give you a courtesy hover car…”
“No, that’s not nessescary.” Giles walked out, whilsted, and his jet black “Harley” hover bike flew up to the deck.
“Get on!” he barked to Rita, who obliged in silence, “So long!” He shouted, casually saluting, gunning the throttle and shooting off back home. Chengen smiled and waved until Giles was out of sight, before letting his face relax and rolling his eyes.
“Arrogant Prat!” he muttered before going back inside the store, grabbing the nearest whiskey and downing it in one gulp. "Its almost as though he wants to make it human!"
(Continued in post 4 of this thread)
My Gelf-Friend
by Irish Bard
by Irish Bard
(Author's Prelude: Ok, this is a story I have been mulling over for a while, so hopefully this will be a fun read. It's set in the future, but more on that will be explained as the story goes on, but what I will reveal now is what a Gelf is.
Gelf stands for Genetically Engineered Life Form, a concept from the Tv Program called Red Dwarf. Whilst it told the audience what they were, they never went into development over them. I've chosen to write a story, using the Gelf concept in this story not only as a catalyst for weight gain, but also as the idea of if life is created, does have a right to free will?
Another inspiration for this story was Kastemel's (Deviantart, thanks to my brother) story The Perfect Girlfriend, which I felt had so much potential, but he decided not to continue it, which is a great shame.
to those of you who wonder what the beginning is, it's a monologue on the history past since the time the story is set and the present day. If there is anything you don't agree with, then pray that the following events don't happen.
Anyway, I've prattled enough, story time!)
Entry 1: the purchase.
Ok class, settle down, your history lesson begins now. For those of you who thought that you got rid of me last year, I’ll be taking you through 21st century history. Toby, would you mind not trying to pull Kate's ponytail in my lesson. Yes I can see you do it, I was young too, I know the tricks.
Anyway back to 21st history. now I am going to give you the briefest of outlines in order to jog your memory over what you did last year, and we will be going through certain movements and chartering their rise and fall later in the year. We shall start with the War on Terror, the spread of fashionable Islam, the Size acceptance increase and its opposition.
As we all know, after the 9/11 terrorist attacks on the World Trade Centre in America, the War on Terror began, but it quickly turned into a cock-handed hunt for a single man, Osama bin laden. If anyone has seen the kids TV show, "Chippy chasers"? well, the war was essentially like that, with the American military thundering around the world, invading countries on more spurious reasons, whilst Osama bin laden was blowing explosive raspberries in their faces.
However, what was really interesting is that the war highlighted the Muslim culture, and in 2013 it became almost fashionable to be dressed in Muslim garbs. Arabic enspired music was also popular, not merely as backing tracks, but also as part of the lyrics, the song rendition of "The Legend of Sinbad" by Firework Demons sold at over 20 million copies. Middle eastern food became more popular, as well, and traditional "All-American" restaurants were fighting for competition with Kebab shops and Spice bars.
It was a time of Cultural discovery, and more people were also beginning to convert to Islam, leading to an era of "Relaxed Islam", behaving very similarily to their christian counterparts, forswearing the ultra-traditionalist lobby and relaxing many of the laws within a very short space of time.
The "Fashionable Islam" movement caused a huge boost to the Size Acceptance lobby, especially in the women’s front, as having to wear the full Hijab concealed the weight that they actually were, allowing them to be 450 lbs and no-one will know. By 2016 it was impossible for people to discriminate by size any longer, so numerous governments passed laws against it.
It also helps that the creation of “Bounce” happened at this time. Yes Harriet, you use “Bounce” so you know what that is, but for those who weren’t paying attention in class last year would you kindly explain?
"Yes, Bounce in a medical drug that basically declogged the bloodstream and helped reinforce bone structure, enabling for some people suffering from Tanjis genetic traits."
"Such as yourself Harriet, and for the extremely overweight to live normal lives. Because of bounce, a slue of world records were broken, with the worlds heaviest woman’s record being smashed three times over by Pauline Sutten of West Virginia in 2019.
This rapid expansion of Muslim values and of weight acceptance was not without its opponents, however. Many fanatical religious figures viewed the relaxed vigilence against both as a “Rejection of all moral values and the gradual decline into sin.” It is also interesting to note that many celebrities also rejected the weight acceptance and even campaigned against it, even going so far as to try and bomb the “Bounce” factory in 2019.
The government felt that they needed to appease these celebrities, but by the time they did, the world had moved on.
Tuesday 15th may
7day inc, gelf distribution outlet, Canary wharf, London
“Good afternoon, mister…erm… Dickinson, is it?”
“Please, call me Giles.”
The Salesman, Chinese by descent, Yorkshire by birth and scientist by preference, nodded and shook Giles hands.
“My name is Doctor Jonathan Chengen and I sell Gelfs.”
“I can see that, that’s why I came here, you’re one of the best in the country.”
Giles looked around the white, pristine, sterile halls of the building, almost like a surgery, even down to the robots cleaning vigorously around the floor. The white lights and the white lab coats of the staff made him feel very uncomfortable, even the bleached white hair of Chengen was a little unnerving. If it had been sunny, then the huge windows would have allowed for the room to be lit up like a sparkling diamond, but as it was pissing down with rain it made the entire room look grey and lifeless.
“It is always nice to hear complements of our service,” Chengen replied, a smile slipping through temporarily. “You are here to purchase a Gelf. I should warn you, though, they don’t come cheap, and the average Gelf costs ₤500,000.”
He looked Giles up and down, “Just to let you know that they are a pricy purchase. Are you sure you have enough?”
Giles nodded and Chengen glided away through the sliding doors, Giles following.
Giles had often asked himself what had happened to his life so that he needed to be buying a Gelf for sex. Whilst they were on offer, to many people Gelfs were the bottom dive when you lost all your charm and charisma, and if you can’t afford one, you end up like thousands of sad losers who engage in virtual sex. Giles could remember when he used to have women fighting to get hold of him. Back in college and uni, where he was considered a prime catch for all women, whatever size, shape, religion, creed or class.
He still got women’s attention, and in the bar many had come up to him, trying to chat him up, but as soon as he told them what he did for a living, they moved away rapidly. There was something about being a history teacher that conjured up a picture of a man dressed in corduroy, droning on about the romans and what the medieval period was like and who got it up at historical re-enactments on UKTV history, or something like that, because that was the only explanation to him not having a girlfriend at this stage.
Giles, young, at 25, and built like a bear, Tall, muscular, and hairy. He had long mud brown hair that fell down to his shoulder blades, and permanent stubble around his goatee. He was of white British stock, but there was an element of Greek or Tuscan blood in his complexion, which was a little swarthy, giving him a handsome, wild, devilish look, especially with his slightly horn shaped eyebrows.
He was dressed in his black leather jacket, Scarlet T-shirt with the blue logo of the band “Iron fisted revolution”, chains, denim jeans, a Bandana of the old Tokugawan rising sun, necklaces with guitars, three rings on each hand of various symbols, from demonic heads to Chinese characters, and a tattoo of a lion wrestling with a wolf on his back.
The room inside was dark, as Giles eyes adjusted to the gloom; he saw the controls and the computers monitoring the life-forms inside the capsules, flashing in multiple colours. The room was merely a walkway, with many capsules along the sides, displaying their contents for all to see. Underneath the capsules, there was a short description and a price tag.
“5 years since creation, Blond, 5’6”, B:78 W:58 H:78, ₤500,000”
“6 years since creation, Brunette, 5’4”, B:75 W:54 H:78, ₤540,000”
“7 years since creation, Red head, 5’8”, B:79 W: 56 H:74, ₤530,000”
All of them were women, aged 20, smiling with blank eyes and identical faces, long lashes, large lips, radiating forced and fake beauty. Naked, they rested in the capsules of glowing fluid, wires and tubes injected into their luminous white skin.
“Our fine collection of Gelfs,” Chengen announced, “Many of these are brand new models, tailored to fit a mans dream of an ideal woman, and deliberately crafted so that there is no need for messy relationships, just straight sex.”
“Hm,” Giles replied. The price tags were very steep, and even though he had enough money to by one, it still was going to be a time of cheap food and badly made clothes. He looked around the Gelfs on display, it was hard to not admire the bio-engineering quality that went into them, but they were not to his taste at all. He preferred women with a brain in their head and meat on their bones, able to not only give great sex, but also go head to head with him in a debate and win, and have a fertility goddess figure, rather than the body of a rake.
“Dr Chengen, is there any way to organise these gelfs in some order, they seem a bit pell-mell.”
“Of course, Mister Dickinson,” Chengen pressed a control panal and a holographic map of the room opened up, with all manner of numbers on different circles. “Currently, its organised on number of sales, we’re currently in the most sold. How would you like me to organise it?”
“Erm… maybe year of creation, oldest this side, maybe?”
“Alright.” Chengen press a button on the hologram, “Reorganise according to age, oldest first.” There was a whir and the room began to rotate on the walkway, as the capsules danced around each other to appease their human masters. They suddenly stopped, and Giles could see older models in front of him. Some of them showing biological aging, but most of them were more of the same models. Giles sighed, he guess he would have to do things the old fashioned way to get a woman of his dreams, change jobs and win the lottery.
Suddenly, something caught his eye. He ran over to it, planting both hands on panel to read the description.
“12 years since creation, dark, 5’6, Changeling, ₤250,000”
He looked up at the figure in front of him. She was, unlike the others, looking about 23, give or take a few years, and had wild long black hair, like his but much longer. However, the big difference was that she was plump, soft breast over a soft belly and soft thighs. She only looked about 155lbs, but compared to the others, she seemed like… well, a fertility goddess amongst a bunch of rake women.
“Chengen.” He asked as Chengen came running behind him, “What does ‘Changeling’ mean?”
“What? Changeling? Oh yes!” Chengen cycled through his notepad laptop. “This one, Nick named “the problem child” is the only one in stock, and utterly un-sellable due to a terrible marketing ploy buy its creator. “Problem child” is fitted with a special collar that injects figure-altering toxins into it bloodstream, altering it’s figure, enabling for it to become any woman of the owners dream.”
“So why did the model bomb?”
“Well, “Problem child” has three big weaknesses. Firstly that it is able to age like a normal human rather than stay eternally young, as most people want. Secondly is it's weakness to fall to problems such as weight gain, diseases, eye strain and so on, possibly leading to stuff that would make the owner have to care for it, rather than vice versa, as it should be. Finally, it has a furious appetite, it is easily able to put away a three course meal and still have room left for more.”
An idea crept into Giles devious mind. “I’ll take it!”
Chengen looked up at him in disbelief.
“Mr Dickinson, you can’t possibly be serious?!”
“Listen, if its giving you trouble like this, I’ll take it off your hands. I won’t be any trouble, I’ve got a lot of money to buy food, and teachers of my quality get paid a lot. I’ll be able to take care of her… Sorry, I mean 'it'.”
“Well, if your sure you want all the problems.” Chengen pressed a button on the control panel in front of “Problem child’s” capsules, the icon flashed up, “Sold”.
“I’ve got a bit of cash left over,” Giles said, “and I hear you are one of the few Gelf places who do IQ boosts.”
“Of course!” Chengen smiled, “Would you like it to be a personal servant, who understands all instructions, it’s a 20 IQ points boost and will cost you ₤20,000!”
“Make it ₤100,000 worth of IQ points,” Giles said. “I always like intelligent women, makes me feel better off when I bang them.”
“Erm… of… of course!” Chengen pressed a few buttons on the control panel and the tube to “Problem child’s” head began to glow yellow as brain cells were being pumped into her cranium, the IQ meter rising from 40 to 60 and beyond. “It is customary to name it, seeing as its going to be your pet, so what would you like to call her?”
Giles thought about this. He felt that she deserved better than something smutty or degrading, and so he had to choose something that would suit them both. An thought nestled in his mind.
“Rita Saxon!”
“Unusual choice of names, but I can’t be a judge of names with mine.” Chengen smiled. “I hope you enjoy your Gelf, Mr Dickinson, it should be ready to take home within an hour’s time, We just need to finish processing object recognition and getting it ready.”
Giles walked out of the room, sat down on a chair and waited.
“I hear your taking “Problem child”” called the receptionist.
“Yes, and?”
“I’m just saying you might want to keep the receipt, it can be a bit of a handful to control.”
With the hour, after Giles had deposited his payment, Chengen walked out with Rita, dressed in a pink mini-skirt, tank top and high heels. Giles groaned, didn’t they have anything more suiting to his persona, at least the black collar made it a little better.
“It’s all ready for you to take home, Mr Dickinson!” Chengen spoke. “Just one more thing, You might want this.”
He produced a metal case “This contains the controls to her special factors, it’s a classic DAR Hologramatic format on the back of the glove, perfect for changing it on the fly.”
He rapidly shook his eyebrows up and down, giving Giles the creeps. “If you like, we can give you a courtesy hover car…”
“No, that’s not nessescary.” Giles walked out, whilsted, and his jet black “Harley” hover bike flew up to the deck.
“Get on!” he barked to Rita, who obliged in silence, “So long!” He shouted, casually saluting, gunning the throttle and shooting off back home. Chengen smiled and waved until Giles was out of sight, before letting his face relax and rolling his eyes.
“Arrogant Prat!” he muttered before going back inside the store, grabbing the nearest whiskey and downing it in one gulp. "Its almost as though he wants to make it human!"
(Continued in post 4 of this thread)
