VERSE

I have dabbled in virtual reality a few times over the years and found it an interesting experience but also artificial. With the speed at which technology is progressing, I have little doubt that it will become more and more realistic. I also think that humans, being what they are, will use it for sexual gratification purposes.

 

The Virtually Enhanced Reality Sexual Experience, or VERSE as it is called in this story, does not exist (well, as far as I know it doesn’t). If it did and it looked into my unconscious mind, I shudder to think what it would find, or maybe it has already been revealed in my stories. Perhaps this story will make you wonder what is buried in the deepest, darkest recesses of your mind.

 

I have just reread this story now that I have finished it. I would like to assure readers that I did not take any hallucinogenic drugs as I wrote it, though you may doubt that statement by the end.

 

*****

 

 

The Booths

 

“So, Mr and Mrs Booth, the way VERSE works is it taps into both your subconscious and unconscious minds and then, in conjunction with AI, creates a virtual reality for you to interact with and enjoy.”

 

Dr Judith Miller looked at the couple in front of her and sighed internally. With her husband, they had started to develop one of the foremost virtual reality programs in the world. By using artificial intelligence to assist in its development, they had ended up with a program that was one of the best in the world, although, if they were truly honest, they didn’t fully understand everything now.

 

“How do we interact?” Howard Booth asked as he looked at his wife. After creating a very successful logistics company, and at the age of 45, he had sold it for a vast amount of money. That was five years ago, and now he pursued hedonistic pleasures. He knew he was putting on a little weight and adjusted his paunch to make himself comfortable. His blonde hair was slicked across his head, all evidently from hair transplants long healed up.

 

“You are connected to VERSE through your cerebral cortex, so you feel everything as if it were real, but it is strictly your reality,” Dr Miller replied with a smile.

 

“Like in the film The Matrix?” Charlene Booth, Howard’s second wife, asked. Charlene had previously been Howard’s secretary, and when he had sold the company, he had traded his old wife in for a younger model. She was 20 years younger than Howard but looked less than her 30 years, mainly due to the cosmetic enhancements she had undergone. Her breasts had been lifted and increased, almost to the point they were unreal. Her lips were a perfect pout which pleased Howard, especially when they were wrapped around his cock. She was obviously of Asian heritage, but unlike most Chinese or Thai girls, she had a much more substantial set of breasts.

 

“Yes, very similar,” Judith replied, “but unlike the Matrix, this isn’t a reality created for you; this is your reality drawn from your own thoughts.” This was always the most difficult part to explain to clients, but bearing in mind the substantial amount they were paying was vital to get their buy-in. “Your subconscious is the mental activity just below the edge of your current awareness that you can often bring to the surface if you pay attention. Your unconscious is your deeper thoughts or repressed memories that are completely hidden from direct access. VERSE, with the help of AI, taps into these unconscious desires, so what you get is what you truly want.”

 

Judith watched the pair, considering her words as they separately weighed up the possibilities.

 

“So how does it do it?” Charlene asked, confusion written all over her face.

 

“Let’s say you wanted to imagine being somewhere nice,” Judith said, “Your conscious mind looks into your subconscious mind to find a nice memory, maybe a beach you went to on your last holiday. VERSE then delves into your unconscious mind to find what it was you really liked about it, then AI creates a reality around that.”

 

“So you have no real control?” Charlene said, looking concerned.

 

“Your mind controls the content and direction; VERSE just brings it to life.”

 

“So is it all private?” Howard asked, his mind already drifting into imagined scenes.

 

“Yes, of course everything is entirely confidential,” Judith replied, hiding the truth in her words. The reality that a client created appeared on screen, but at high speed; Judith and her husband recorded these for review at normal speed at a later date.

 

“How long are we under?” Howard said eagerly as he had already bought into the idea and was keen to get started.

 

“We recommend an hour to start with,” Judith said and added with a smile, “Which could feel a lot longer. Time doesn’t operate in the same way within VERSE, so like a dream it can pack hours into a short space of time. You can build to longer sessions if you are happy with results and, of course, the price.”

 

The amount charged was eye-wateringly high, but Howard couldn’t care less; he was keen to get started. He signed the contract and the disclaimers with a flourish as Dr Miller’s final words hardly registered.

 

“Whatever happens while you are under is entirely down to you; VERSE simplify amplifies what you want so we cannot be held responsible.”

 

“Whatever…now hook me up,” Howard said enthusiastically.

 

*****

 

 

Howard’s VERSE

 

“I am gonna sue those cheating bastards,” Howard exclaimed as he looked at the drink in front of him. As far as he was concerned, they had taken him into some clinical-looking room, laid him on a bed before giving him some form of knockout drug. Now they had dumped him in some bar and were no doubt packing up their scam office with a view to finding some other dumb sucker. Well, disclaimer or no disclaimer, he still had a couple of lawyers on retainers that made attack dogs look tame.

 

His thoughts were interrupted by a voice behind him saying, “Hey, beautiful, what’s your name? I haven’t seen you in here before.”

 

“Great,” he thought to himself. Not only had they scammed him; to add insult to injury, they had dumped him in a gay bar. He was about to give the guy hitting on him a mouthful when he caught sight of his reflection in the mirror behind the bottles on the bar. He was stunned by what he saw. Staring back at him wasn’t a middle-aged man who was going bald and had a paunch. What looked back at him was a pair of baby blue eyes and ruby red lips, set in a face like Marilyn Monroe, including her platinum blonde hair.

 

Thinking he was high, Howard looked down and realised he had a pair of full breasts that were barely contained by the red dress he was wearing.

 

“Cat got your tongue?” the man laughed, “surely you can at least tell me your name in exchange for a glass of champagne.”

 

“Marilyn,” Howard blurted out in panic. What was totally weird was that instead of his deep, booming voice, what came out was like liquid chocolate being poured onto skin.

 

“Marilyn, nice name. Why don’t you come and join me and my buddy in the booth over there.”

 

Howard slipped off the bar stool and nearly fell over as he tried to stand on the stilettos he was wearing.

 

“Woah let me help you,” the man said slipping his arm around Howard to support but at the same time making sure he grabbed a large handful of breast. “Seems you might have had a little too much to drink.”