Insane bunnies
From Infictive
Insane bunnies.
" One of the first scholars to seriously study the effects of audience participation in media culture and its effects, and recognized as an expert in the influence of digital popular culture on behavior, including political behavior in a participatory media age. Utilizing the basic precepts of Captology, and designing an absolute immersive overlay of reality for the first mass produced ARG style gaming system based on Gladiator(tm) and eXistenZ.
Insane Bunnies was his profile name
one day, he came riding in from the west. "Is that a spider on your shoulder?"
"Not jus' any ole spider. This here spider tells me when you gonna shoot and when you is try'n ta shit me. It taint digital at all Dr. Fuzz Bunny, but she's been with the Doctor all right... Doc Titan making all sorts of monsters up in the Frisco Labs, monsters that gonna help us win the revolution. OPERATION HUBER.
Insane Bunnies was dreaming of digital tattoos. Later with his cock in his hand he images life sized Digital Animations that force him to grovel in submission. Electo-shock closets with digital image walls, intricate, ultra sensitive feed back circuits that deliver just the amount of pain or relaxation and release to bring the "player" into to a complete harmony with the program. The program with "her" face...in digital youth forever...fresh as the day she broke his heart.
I.B. was a professional, had a future, had a reputation in the military to safe-guard...he had to keep this a secret, a very dark secret. His connections were going to keep him going well into the post-war economy. I. B Fargen, he backhanded across a wall of grafitti, leaving a new scratch behind in the palimpsest.
Japanese underground digi-wizards meeting with I.B. in smoky Tokyo bars exchanging copious amounts of money for the latest digital simulation tech. Even more discrete meetings in musty brothels...demonstrations of digital submission. "We can restructure behavior, control vast swaths of people, bend them to your VILL!" They paid in euros.
I.B. held all the codes to his Digital Mistress. The only one who could break him down beyond the Zero. He could slip into his chamber, his hidden secret chamber, pre-programmed with a chaotic variable to "keep it real". Drawn together, hlang-hlang drunk, he could hardly remember who was real, him or her.
Even while asleep he dreamed of her, following her through houses with endless rooms, she always just entering the next room as he steps into the room she is leaving. Dancing in her shadow, tiptoeing now, shouting, running, always just behind..
"Pull yourself together man" Snaps Dr. Titan over the desk at the gray skined and obviously exausted I.B., "We need those neural interfaces before the end of the week. Your department guarnateed us that you could deliver the N.I. chips before the tests before the General this weekend. If we have a repeat of the last attempt to activate these bunny-bots we can all expect to spend the summer in Cuba with a tight fitting mask over our faces until we forget all about this." Titan's glaring eyes do not leave those of I.B., who instinctively turns to the door to leave. Insane Bunnies sneaks in a defiant image of a spinal dog and "her" as he leaves the office. Twitching dogs legs, her breasts bulging through the lab coat, dog leg twitching...so odd with the spine cut away from the brain. That helpless twitch would cause her breasts to jiggle. He would get an erection then and he would get an erection now. And the embarrassing bulge in his white slacks being cautiously studied by her analytical eyes...eyes of a scientist...eyes of a scientific exploration of lust...lust response...the uncontrollable twitching of the scratch reflex of the spinal dog in the lab.
"I.B." The shot rang out and pierced his revelry even before the doors had a chance to shut behind him."I want a report on my desk tonight...I am going to have to spend all night in the lab. Good thing I have Nurse Feelgood to assist me..."
The acid churned and the muscles tightened around his throat at the thought of Titan's stinking hands all over the soft supple breasts of "her" he could not bring himself to say her name..."Feelgood"...ohhhhh...a moist trail of pre-cum leaks on to I.B.'s leg as he scurries down the hall back to the lab.
