Cyberpunk Freeuse (1): Bus Ride to Church

If there’s any suggestions to make it better, comment or PM me. My other idea was to make the male protagonist as unidentifiable as possible with no specific race, hair color, or defining characteristic other than early middle age. In that regard inspired by stories like the Halo series Protagonist, Master Chief. These are meant to be tales in the life of an average person in a high tech low life cyberpunk story. But with more sexual liberation.

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He scanned all the other passengers via his retinal implant. It was a standard implant at age 21, and glasses are given to younger humans to provide the same effect. The wonders of modern technology allowed him to once again enjoy the Sexual preferences of those who signed up to the freeuse system.

It was a glorious day in 2069. Earlier this year there was a mass rollout of nanites and cybernetic enhancements. This was the only government sanctioned welfare offered in decades since the last war between Armatech and Oorlog group. The North American and South African company fought over resources in Africa and the Rocky Mountains. Gold uranium, and chrome especially. The new tech allowed for data to be gathered, processed and all manner of advances in human society took place. Psychology diagnosis transformed, STDs and AIDS were cured, cancer dropped to only those exposed to heavy nuclear fallout. If you could pay for it, of course. Like any computer program, you have to buy it or subscribe to it.



The skyscrapers and megabuildings towered around me as I waited for the bus. I am a devout Christian. Not in the evangelical sense of the turn if 21st century. Nor am I a homophobic, anti abortion or a wait for marriage before sex kind of Christian. But I am a gun carrier. As are most who live in this…. Some say God forsaken city, others say heaven on earth. It depends if you’re rich or poor. As the bus stops in front of me, my neural implant transfers the money due to the driver. She nods me along her ebony skin flawless in the morning light.



I’m a Christian in the sense of, Jesus the revolutionary, flipping the goddammit table at those who supported an empire. But I bring it up because… why would someone go to church on his day off when there is tens of thousands dying each year from gun violence, stabbings and corporate espionage? The priestess is hot and her worship orgies are worth getting out of bed for worshipping Revolutionary Jesus. The bus rides through gang territory, the modern urban wilderness. But it was all certainly worth it.

All the sexuality pouring off the women on the bus brought him back from his musings. He checked out all of their preferences. He sat in the middle back of the bus next to a beautiful middle eastern woman he recognized. He wasn’t sure of she remembered him but he remem ered mo ts ago viewing her freeuse profile and wanted to get to know her better. Not just erotically, but intimately.

The woman next to him did not want to be bothered; she de- activated her free use mode. She would have enjoyed putting him into the Amazon position lifting up his legs and having his feet on her shoulders. She didn’t indicate why she deactivated her freeuse but he respected her privacy. There was an indicator they had sex a few months ago which was enjoyable, and he remembered how much she took on a dominant role.

His own switch tendencies went back and forth. Thinking on that erotic moment caused his A.I. nano support to change his current freeuse preference. He was more than willing. He could feel his balls begin their arousal and his cock becoming semi flaccid.

He wore a pair of blue trousers and a green button down, along with brown sneakers, or so his PG holodisplay showed for kids, teens and adults who wanted a PG display. In reality he was naked and sat on a towel, wearing only sandals. His spiked hair matched his “green shirt” and tattoos could be seen on his arms and neck. The ink symbolized many religious and existential imagery. His dedication to what some call a cult gang, unwavering. People say it’s dangerous to walk around naked in a city like this. Random gunfire might kill me. Underneath this skin, as soon as I could save for it, I purchased intra- titanium plating to be surgically implanted. A standard same day out patient procedure. I could close my eyes when I am shot at and be bulletproof….mostly. You never know what ammunition gangs, cops and would be assassins use

A stranger walked into the bus and said hi to the bus driver. Her augmented reality setting was a quasi old school barbie, but latex pink body suit and fairy straight blonde hair, with slightly tanned white skin. The bus driver was a dark skinned black woman with short curly hair, barely the length of her ears. Both were hourglass shaped, the epitome of classical premotherhood beauty. Like they started their mornings in the gym and ended their evenings at a Night club or strip club as an employee. They were friends, and the bus driver did not have her free use mode activated. The stranger turned on her freeuse mode for the driver to do all manner of things.