Bimbocracy

[Lovelynice]

Bimbocracy

~ The Future of Humanity is a lust crazed paradise for good-looking morons, so what is one shy high school girl from the 21st century going to have to learn to cope with to fit in with this new world of sex-mad super-science and clothes without zippers, laces, or buttons?

PRIVATE ROLEPLAY between Vagrant and Lovelynice


Kitherine Hani

Kitherine woke up so slowly and comfortably, she was reluctant to climb out of bed on such a cool morning. At least the rain of the night before had stopped. The muzziness of sleep made her slow to get out of bed, and she had a few wisps of a dream wandering about in the back of her mind. Stretching with both arms out, she sighed, then glanced at the clock on her bedroom wall. Right next to it was a framed old style photograph of her parents, now long dead. Kitherine was surprised at how late she'd slept in, as it was past eleven’o’clock.

Without the warmth of the blankets covering her, the room felt a bit too cold, raising goosebumps on her flesh despite the soft flannel pyjamas that she was wearing. They were her favourites as well, though a little worn at the knees, and the elastic waistband of the trousers wasn’t tight enough anymore. They were a pale creamy-yellow, and Kitherine thought that they looked good on her, because they were very feminine and cute. Rubbing her arms to warm herself a little, Kitherine stood up and walked over to her dressing table, where she picked up a hairbrush and started brushing her shoulder-length shiny black hair. Brushing her hair often seemed to wake her more in the morning, and Kitherine admired her pretty young Eurasian face in the mirror, her emerald green eyes still somewhat dazed from recent sleep.

She wasn’t plain or ugly, but neither was she ever likely going to be a stunning supermodel. Kitherine shrugged, vaguely disappointed with her face despite being attractive enough. Her elder sister had been fortunate enough to be endowed with a very slightly different genetic inheritance from their parents; musing on her sister’s cheerleader good-looks and gorgeous natural blonde hair, Kitherine felt a twinge of envy.

After brushing her hair, she stripped off her yellow flannel pyjamas under which she wore wide-sided knickers, but no brassiere. Though the air was chilly, she took them off as well, revealing the dark, soft fine hairs she had "down there". She had much less than most young women her age (as she had discovered in the communal baths during a school camping trip only a few months ago). Her breasts were nicely pear shaped, pertly tipped in the cool air, but Kitherine was disappointed in their size as she was only an A-cup, and most of her friends were properly B-cup or even C-cup.


Oh well, Eileen might have the looks and a degree in Physics, but I still have better grades than she did when she was in high school...plus....it’s the first day of the holidays...and that’s definitely something to be happy about, Kitherine thought to herself, and smiled.

She was looking forward to getting away from school for a couple of weeks. Sure, there was some homework to do, but most of it could wait until near the end of the break. Later today, Kitherine would be meeting some of her friends, as she was going to a slumber party at her best friend Marie’s house. She had her rucksack packed the night before with spare clothes and pyjamas, so she didn’t need to rush. First though, the young woman planned to surprise her older sister by visiting her at work.

Her sister, Eileen, was doing post-graduate studies and had gotten a position as an assistant to some famous professor. Kitherine thought it might be a great surprise for her older sister’s birthday – which was today – by visiting and bringing a cake for her sister and her friends at the laboratory to share. After getting dressed, and having a quick breakfast, Kitherine headed out.

It only took a few minutes to the cakeshop to collect the birthday cake and candles, but it was a long ride on the bus to the University. The whole time, the teenage girl nervously held onto the cake box and worried that the cake would be a mess by the time she got there. After alighting from the bus, it was another twenty minutes of walking across the campus to Building J-7 where the laboratory was.

Kitherine shivered in the chilly air despite the long walk, her thick parka and woollen sweater not doing so well at keeping her warm. Her legs felt frozen because she was only wearing a single pair of jeans with pantihose underneath. Thankfully, her gloves and furred boots were great. To protect her face from the harsh sunlight, Kitherine wore a wide brimmed white hat.

She liked walking across the campus. Summertime was the best time too, as the frost was usually gone by mid-morning, and the campus had groves of old oak trees with branches heavy with green leaves. Spring and Autumn were too cold to be tolerate, especially if there were late or early snowfalls. Winter was so cold most of the time and with so much snow, that it was too much of a hassle to go anywhere at all.

Kitherine passed the campus shops, but paid scant attention to the dozens of students wandering about, everyone wearing warm jackets, sweaters, jeans, and boots. There was a big red display screen above the Student Travel Agency that gave the temperatures for major cities around the world; “BANGKOK 28 C.....CARDIFF 5 C.......WASHINGTON DC -20 C......”

Nobody lived in Washington DC anymore... The glaciers had reached the city years ago, but the automated temperature monitoring was maintained and still on the ‘net. Mr Escobar, her History teacher in high school, had said that the ice age was probably one of the major causes for the big wars of the early part of the century. For a minute or so, Kitherine paused to see what the weather was like in other parts of the world, and noticed in the travel agent window that there was a sign advertising for staff needed by a new tropical island resort....

New Atlantis – live and work in a sunny warm climate, enjoy life, and see the biggest construction project in the world. See the site of the planned city of Pacifica, first of the New Atlantis artificial island projects. – the sign said.

The concept artwork showed a futuristic city with glittering spires on a tropical island with palm trees and airships in the sky above.

Kitherine thought it looked beautiful, but she doubted that she’d ever have the chance to go there when it was finished.

Shrugging, she decided to get going. She walked by an auto-news stand, only reading the headlines with a quick glance.

Ozone Layer - Signs Of Recovery

Well, that would be good. These days, nearly everyone had to cover up or risk getting blisters from the rapid sunburn within ten minutes. And they’d freeze from the cold as well. The Ozone Layer had thinned dramatically during the war years, she’d been told.

Kitherine walked onward to ‘Building J-7’, which was a low solid concrete block-like structure only three storeys high. It had wide windows though, with a blue tint that gave the impression of a futuristic look, despite being fairly boring otherwise. She went through the main doors, and took the lift down to the basement where the laboratory was...

. . . . . . . . .

“These results are astounding”, Professor Zarkov was saying, as Kitherine walked in through the open door, the professor’s weedy voice was high and excited, “A zero-point-zero-five distortion, well over predicted by theory, exponentially so....”

One of the male lab assistants looked up from his notes and saw the young lady enter the room. He smiled, but Kitherine mostly ignored him. John wasn’t her type, anyway.

“Is Eileen around?”, Kitherine asked.

The man nodded.

“Sure Kith, she’s running another test just now”, the young man answered, “In the main lab.”

He waved her in with easy familiarity. Kitherine was a frequent visitor, and despite her natural shyness, she was popular among the staff as Eileen’s little sister. The male research staff probably hoped that Kitherine would somehow blossom into the same shapely cheerleader body and looks as her older sister one day.

The young woman thanked him and went on in. Behind her, the professor was still expostulating with excitement about the test results so far. The terms he used only confused Kitherine, but she had some vague comprehension of what the experiment was about. Very vague. Something about spinning superconductors and tiny particles.

In the main lab, her sister Eileen was standing near a wide donut shaped tube several metres across. She was leaning over a large control panel, and then touching keys on a nearby computer. Colourful graph patterns flickered and moved in ripples on the flat monitor display in front of her. A humming sound was slowly rising in tone, as Kitherine strode over to her sister.

“Hi Eileen, I brought a present for you”, the girl said, holding up her bag.

Eileen turned around and smiled.

“Oh great, nice of you to come around”, she said, “Your timing is marvellous. Everyone’s very excited about the experimental results, and the professor might be earning a Nobel prize for this.”

Kitherine shrugged, not really understanding what all the fuss was about.

Just then, the donut shaped tube’s humming grew a lot louder, and the control panel started beeping some kind of warning. Eileen turned back to her computer with a worried expression, then quickly spun around and started sprinting for the door.

“Wait here, we’ve got a problem...I just need to get my notebook. I’ll be right back”, Eileen called out.

Sirens started then, and the whole building began to shake. Kitherine looked around in worry, not sure what to do. She could see through the glass door into the other room, where the professor, the other research staff, and Eileen were all rushing about pulling down levers and pressing buttons. They shouted incomprehensible things about “overload...don’t know where the extra power is coming from”, and ”the power is off, but it’s still operating...where’s the energy coming from?

Eileen’s face looked worried, and then there was bright flash, blindingly bright, a ripple, like a big bubble seemed to burst out of the metal donut contraption. It was over in a moment, then everything went dark.

.............................

Time passed. A lot of time passed. Centuries passed by, while the young woman known as Kitherine Hani was stuck in a timeless bubble, a pocket reality formed by the experiment’s accident. Unbeknownst to her, the world she would awake into was going to be vastly different, alien, and not at all what she would’ve expected.


Kitherine Hani
Original description
Small (4'8"), but rather leggy for her height. Athletic, slim, attractively pretty but only an A-cup bust, black hair, green eyes. Still in high school (18). Virgin........

Of course this description will change.

 

[Vagrant]

Complacency. That was the downfall of civilizations nine times of out ten. Becoming complacent in your ability to govern, in your ability to manage your people, in your ability to handle threats from outside your borders. The old world became complacent after unimaginable hardship. They overcame the obstacle of a crumbling ozone layer and global warming. They overcame the obstacle of a thousand year ice age that was brought about by their lack of environmental stewardship in the past, and they overcame the trials that would befall then immediately following the ice age. But what they couldn't overcome was the complacency that was brought about by the arrogance and the desire for an easier life that those victories earned them.

As computer technology advanced, artificial intelligence became a common occurence. And as it became more and more capable, it was given more responsibility. A central network was created that housed the majority of knowledge of mankind, and everyone was given access to it. Via implanted technology in the brain, it was as if the entire network was a part of an individual's memory. It couldn't be used to communicate, but it could be used for accessing information. Though like any repository, unless you knew what you were looking for, you were unlikely to find it.

With the network in place, education became less about memorizing facts and more about everyday problems. If you could have whatever fact you needed with a thought, there was little value in memorization. The population became less inquisitive, less knowledge hungry.

As genetics and the ability to manipulate them became more common place, entire segments of disease were wiped out. Food was genetically modified, and so were babies. Designer babies were more common place than not, though the traits that were valued were somewhat different than what might have been assumed. Physicall attractiveness was foremost, followed by creativeness and athleticism. Genetic therapy also became common place to correct problems acquired after birth or that couldn't be screened for.

But genetics is indeed a slippery slope, and while at first it was used to cure life threatening problems, that line became blurred, and over time ceased to exist. Problems that would have seemed trivial were soon handled with the same approach as cancer and other serious illnesses. Until finally even cosmetic changes and improvements were taken care of without a second thought.

Also, over time the sun was that much closer to becoming a red giant, slightly larger and putting out slightly more energy, it heated the surface of the planet just a fraction more.

The end result of all of these disparate elements coming together was a population that had let the majority of their governance fall into the capable hands of an artificial intelligence, which like its flesh and blood predescesors, wanted to maintain the hold on power that it had. It encouraged the populace to become more complacent, and leave more up to it. Automated factories and green houses provide everything for the people, and the people are content to let them.

Without the need to strive higher, intelligence and critical thinking become less important traits in choosing a mate. When you are provided for the same way that everyone else is, there is no reason to try to 'marry up'. When you don't need to provide for your children, there is no need to choose the most talented mate that will produce the best offspring. No, instead, you choose the mate that fucks you silly. And you teach your children the same. Survival of the Fittest did not end with a bang. It ended with an orgasm. And in came Survival of the Sexiest.

Society and fashion realligned itself to this new paradigm. Monogamy was no longer considered the de facto standard. There was no standard. If a person was content to sleep with only one person, nobody would judge. Nobody would pity or be jealous. If someone chose to have several committed partners, the same reaction was earned. And the same held true for someone who had casual sex with anyone who struck their fancy.

In terms of fashion, due to the environmental changes of a warmer climate, clothes became much thinner and cool. And due to the new view on sex, form fitting or see through, and much easier to remove. Zippers, and buttons were too complicated for the somewhat less intelligent people, and alces simply took to long.

That was the world that Kitharine found herself. And she did not wake up in the same part of the world either. In fact it was simple luck that she was released from the time buble on the surface at all. As she was frozen in time the world kept rotating around the sun. She did not. As it did so, Precession continued and in the time between her accident and her release, the equator shifted slightly and she woke up in a gorgeous tropical paradise.

***

Despite how intelligent he may be, he was a product of his world, and therefore saw no problem with how things were. His intelligence was a genetic throwback to an earlier time when survival of the fittest still ruled. Now it was survival of the sexiest, the horniest, and the most reproductive. But he fit in with this world just fine in that regard as well, and so that didn't bother him at all. He wasn't the only smart person, and it wasn't like the rest of the population were blithering idiots either. Far from it. However they weren't interested in intellectual pursuits. They spent their time on fashion, looking good, being sexy and getting fucked.

The ancient tenant about sex, about it being only used for reproduction, was still in effect though more than likely not in the same manner that it was originally intended. Women and Men fucked. A lot. And not all of that fucking produced children. So how can you say that sex is only used for reproduction? Simple. The rest of the time is practice.

He had gotten word via the ai network that everyone was connected to about the appearance of a very strange girl. He had also been informed that she was being disruptive, though he was not sure whether that was from her actions or her very pressence. Many people were questioning where someone so different had come from, and to be honest, he had the same questions. Where had she come from, and why was she the way she was. The Network had no answers for him, it seemed as at a loss as everyone else was. That was troubling. He may be largely more intelligent than the average, but he hadn't been around for the centuries that the Network's core AI had been.

After getting word that he was needed to help this girl acclimate herself to the way society was so that she would stop being a disturbance, he hopped a train and set off. Rail was the typical mode of transport from major urban centers and across continents, as it was cheaper to operate and less turbulence. That last was a bonus because of what the passengers tended to get into during their trips.

As his train pulled into the station and the announcement was made about the arrival, Ethan removed his cock from the woman beneath him and started to get dressed. She made no move to do the same, as her stop was further down the line. Or at least she thoguht so. A service android would come to tell her if this was her stop. Remembering stuff like that was hard.

Ethan kissed her lustfully as she lay spread out and sweaty, her massive tits moving up and down with each laboured breath. "Maybe I'll see you again" He said with a smile, though the odds were against it, the possibility remained. He stepped off the train and accessed one of the local Network nodes via his MMI... most called it a mimi, though he knew it stood for Man Machine Interface. He retrieved his charge's current location from sightings of the strange girl and set off to meet her.

 

[Lovelynice]

A millenium and more passing by, that’s a long time. Long enough for a government to lose things; like the strange silvery mirror-like bubble in space-time that some nicknamed the “bobble”. Long enough for it be lost when a nation collapses in civil war. Long enough for it be found, sold to collectors, sold again, lost again, buried, dug up, kept as an oddity in a museum, stolen, lost again, forgotten, and end up who knows where....


Kitherine Hani

Fizzle-POP!

Kitherine felt herself falling, and instinctively reached to grab whatever was nearest. That turned out to be a pink plastic pipe, though she hadn’t noticed it before. There was a “CRASH” as the cyclotron, computer equipment, other weird gizmos, and the chunk of basement floor fell a few metres and smashed into the ground. Moments later, the plastic pipe Kitherine was hanging onto also broke, and she held on while screaming as the pipe swung down and to one side somewhat slower than freefall. She was slammed, a bit roughly, into a high ‘glass’ window that apparently wasn’t really glass because Kitherine hit it, the stuff flexed, absorbing most of the kinetic energy as if it was made of a soft rubbery plastic. Slowly she slid down the pipe, and fell to the floor. Dazed, but as far as she could tell, completely uninjured.

That was lucky, she thought, then looked around in some confusion. Where was she? Kitherine didn’t recognise the place, and it definitely wasn’t the basement of Building J7. She was outside, in some kind of wide plaza or park, open to the sky. It was sunny, warm, but nobody was around. There were modernistic office buildings surrounding the plaza, but they looked old and shabby, with vines covering them. There were weeds growing through the concrete of the plaza, and some parts weren’t just grass, it was grass growing through concrete. Was she in a part of the university that she hadn’t been to before?

She walked back to the smashed machinery, noticed the computer completely broken, the flatscreen monitor shattered. Her bag was intact though she doubted her sister’s cake would be. Kitherine wiped the sweat from her forehead, starting to be aware that it wasn’t just ‘warm’, it was hot. The air smelt flowery, perfumed, and the humidity was unexpected. That can’t be right. She found her hat in her backpack and put it on her head, worried that with the heat and the stronger sunlight that she’d be burnt. The heat was starting to get to her, so reluctantly, the young woman unzipped her parka and took it off. Even with the sweater it was still too hot, so she took that off too. Kitherine began to wonder what was wrong with the weather; it had never been this hot before.

The young lady again turned around, eyeing the place where she’d found herself, and couldn’t recognise any of it, nor could she comprehend how she could’ve ended up there. If the machine had exploded, wouldn’t there be a crater, or something? If that had happened, why was she still alive. Everything had been intact until that flash of bright light, then darkness, and suddenly she’d been falling. How? It made her head hurt just trying to understand.

Dazed, it took a few minutes before Kitherine noticed that the place wasn’t quiet. She’d subconsciously assumed there would be people nearby, so had ignored the sound. There was music, very strange, breathy, odd with a pounding deep bass beat. Singing, girl’s voices, it sounded like a pop concert wasn’t far away. Maybe it was a TV or radio. There was also the murmurous noise of lots of people talking, footsteps, moving, grunting, and distant shouting. Like a marketplace somewhere, or a crowded city street. She checked her backpack, and hat, then Kitherine started walking out of the plaza...

...and turned a corner to stop and stare...

Kitherine’s eyes widened in a mix of astonished surprise and awe, for she was in a city of towering buildings that glittered with extraordinary colours, lights, shimmering glass-like panels, glowing signs that moved as if they 3D holograms. There were cars, flying cars, and flying vehicles of every size from that of single-person motorbike-like contraptions up to huge vessels as large as entire office buildings. The buildings went up, and up, and up, up until some of them, many of them perhaps, had tops among the clouds. They must’ve been kilometres high!

Then she looked back down, and saw the people in front of her, going to and fro, in a wild colourful variety of fashions that she’d never seen before. It took her a moment to notice that most of the people weren’t wearing very much, scandalously little even, and much of what they did wear was either translucent or transparent. Some of the clothes glowed, some played musical tunes as people walked. The fashions were more bizarre than anything she could have dreamed up by herself.

Not everyone looked entirely human either...

There were cat-people, tiger-people, slim elves, muscular trolls or ogres, and there were gorgeous women with golden tans and blonde hair, tall well-formed men with bodies like that of greek gods, asian beauties with anime faces, and people with coloured hair in gawdy styles. They were taller than the people that Kitherine was used to, the average being head and shoulders above her.

The street was packed. The crowds thicker than anything that Kitherine had ever seen before. It was like stepping into a film about one of those packed Japanese subway stations at rush hour. Kitherine recognised a police station sign, so she tried to push through the crowds to cross the street, which turned out to be a mistake as the milling throng of thousands carried her along with them. By the time she got to the other side of the street, which had no cars, the police station was no longer in sight. Neither was the place that she’d come out of before. The dazed young woman stumbled into a shop but didn’t know immediately what the shop sold.

Kitherine was sweating in the steamy heat, her clothes too warm for the climate, made hotter still by her exertions and the throngs outside the shop. She very reluctantly removed her sweater, but felt strange doing so. A man passing by outside the shop’s doorway paused to stare as the young woman lifted the sweater off, but he looked very disappointed at her before continuing on. Kitherine had no idea why.

 

[Vagrant]

The early reports he was given were rather unclear about what the exact problem was with this mysterious girl that was off the grid. But as more people saw her and questioned he got a clearer picture. From what he gathered it was obvious she was lost and confused. Despite her child-like body, it was obvious in her face and manner that she was not a child. Nobody assumed she really was as young as her body seemed to be. That being said, she had to fight off several advances. Well, fight off might have been a bit too harsh of a word. Turn down, perhaps. In a world with an abundance of very willing, and eager, partners, sexual assault had vanished.

Unfortunately he wouldn't be able to reach her that day, and it would be late morning the next before he found her. He knew if she asked, people would help her with food and such, if she had none. But he didn't know if she would, having no information on who she was and what type of person. At about 11 am, he finally caught sight of her. Moving quickly he approached. He was 6'6, with broad shoulders and a muscular chest and a golden tan. His grey eyes were piercing, and his short dark brown hair was combed back away from his face, not that it would have obscured anything.

Gently, he reached out to put a hand on her shoulder. "Don't be afraid.... I won't hurt you. I've gotten reports that there is a lost and confused girl wandering around and you match the description I was given... I'm here to help." He smiled at her. "Have you eaten? It's almost lunch time, so if you're hungry we could go someplace to eat.... how does that sound?"

Without really waiting for an answer he started to lead her away, though whether they went to eat or just someplace private to sit down would be dependant on her answer. "You are definitely a hard girl to track down though... why don't you have a mimi?" Her look of confusion was very puzzling. "An MMI, a mind machine interface. Everyone has one... it lets you access information, shop... you name it. It's been a standard procedure when someone turns ten to get one for at least a century." It was longer than that, but most people didn't really care too much about what happened 100 years ago, let alone more.

"What's your name? Mine's Ethan. I'm going to make sure you're alright ok? Help you fit in."