This story can only be found bundled with the Erotic Novella “A Real Doll”
The year was 3098; the day was Saturday, the time 4:30 pm. My name is Caroline and the story you are about to read is true, or at least it will be. You see, I had the privilege of being the first time-traveler; I had just arrived in the Hall of Fame. The press was there in their hundreds, and all trying to ask questions at the same time until Professor Mamit stood up calming them into silence, and assuring everybody that I would answer all their questions, but only in an orderly fashion.
“Caroline? Daily News Reporter Mike Ash here, could you tell us why this has been hushed up for so long?”
“Yes Mike, back in the year 2000 Professor Coltrain successfully created the time machine you see before you. However, in order to make sure the area was clear for my arrival, he had to buy the property we are now standing in. He then placed it in a trust, so nobody could demolish it. Then he made this very room a place where the machine could come and go through time. There are those that would see this machine as a threat, so he did this in order that nothing could go wrong, such as sabotage or overenthusiastic reporters. He told nobody except me, and then after sending me on my way, he sealed the room. His instructions were not to open it until today, and when I appeared in front of you all, I concluded that the experiment was a complete success,” I said, taking a breath.
The press conference went well, if a little long, but I had been given instructions to find out as much in one day as possible. Professor Mamit had been handed a letter addressed to the curator; in it, he was instructed to help me out as much as possible.
“Where do you want to start, Caroline?” said Professor Mamit.
“We took a survey from two hundred people—male and female. In this questionnaire, they were all asked ten imaginary questions. From this we extracted the ten best answers, all the questions were to do with a supposed time-traveler, what he/she should find out about the future.”
I produced the list from my jacket. Then read the ten answers.
The first and most popular response was to find out if there was going to be another world war.
“That’s probably the easiest one to answer, because it’s no; we’ve had no armed conflicts for over five hundred years and those before that time were merely internal squabbles, of which I will give you a list and the reason for them before you depart,” replied the professor.
Having gone through the answers one by one, I came to the last, which I found embarrassing.
“How is sex treated in the Thirty-First Century?”
Professor Mamit laughed, but seeing the uncomfortable look on my face, he quickly regained his composure and asked me to follow him. He took me to a place that was called, ‘Sex for Sale.’ this alone told me that sex was no longer treated like a forbidden subject, but upon entering this establishment, I was not ready for just how open sex was here.
There on one side of the shop stood various male and female androids, all were naked with a price tag covering their chests. They looked so real; you would find it hard to tell them apart from a normal human. In another corner, were A.R. Machines, (artificial reality) that apparently made you believe that you were in any given situation? These, it turned out, were the best sellers. I asked for a demonstration, to which I was given a five-minute trial period.
The proprietor of this establishment wanted to show me his latest acquisition. I couldn’t wait. He led me to a locked room, and upon entering, I found a large machine standing in the middle. Having explained that the participant would enter the machine completely naked, be strapped into the center, and then given a sexual encounter, the likes of which would blow their mind,—asked if I would like to have a go.
I didn’t answer straight away, but inspected the contraption from front to back.
“Is it safe?” I eventually asked.
“Completely,” he assured me, pointing to some screens that I could change behind.
While he prepared the machine I slipped out of my clothes; finding a robe draped over a chair behind the screens, I put it on.
I came back to find the machine was opened up; there were cock-looking devices in the sides of this thing and a soft table with straps for the wrists and ankles.
“Disrobe my dear and back onto the table,” said the proprietor.
I disrobed stepping backwards, and then I had to lean slightly onto the table.
“Right my dear, I will just do the straps for you, close the door and start you up.”
I had been shy at first, having this total stranger strapping me to a table whilst being completely naked, but he didn’t so much as look at me, let alone stare, which told me that sex truly was accepted here as a part of life. Once finished, he closed the door and walked over to the control panel.