The Connection
by Bud Sparhawk and Ramona Wheeler
I nervously walked the dawn. I'd been without my
connection for fifty-eight hours, but it felt like
fifty-eight years of colorless, emotionless need.
Fifty-eight hours, going on fifty-nine; damn it, damn
it, damn it! My need for connection was so intense
that it overrode companionship, food, warmth, and even
sex. My connection. All that mattered.
Fifty-nine hours. I clenched my fists. I walked
faster, trying to suppress the screaming need, but failing
miserably. All I wanted was that connection.
People were counting on me. I couldn't face them
now. Not when my need was so intense. Just to be
connected for an hour, an hour of pleasure, an hour of
delicious sensuality and I could once again be a
loving, thoughtful mother.
But not now, not while my implant throbbed
relentlessly; obsessed, unbending, remorseless, and
crying for connection.
At sixty-two hours I was sitting in my chair, plug in
hand. My insides quivered with anticipation. My
nerves tingled. An hour, just an hour more.
Somewhere upstairs the kids were stirring, getting
ready for school. I should be with them, not waiting
to plug in. I wanted freedom. I lusted for the plug.
I hated this. I loved it.
I hadn't always been like this. I'd had a steady job,
good income. Then Helene said I'd feel better about my
work if I got an implant. 'Just give it a try,' she'd
said so innocently. 'You'd be surprised at how good it
makes you feel. Company will pay.'
It was a lunchtime operation, hardly an hour to wire
my pleasure centers, and the med tech gave me a
two-minute connection; a rush beyond imagining! There
was no turning back from that.
The next morning I plugged in as soon as I was out of
bed. By week's end I was riding the ecstatic waves of
my implant. The company's connection held the key to
all the pleasure in the universe.
At sixty-two hours, fifty-nine minutes, and
twenty-four seconds I stared at the shining tip of the
plug as I drew it to my implant. The voices of the
kids faded from my consciousness. I had no choice. I
hated this. I loved it. I could be strong. I was
lying.
I connected. It was almost sexual, this anticipation
of pleasure to come, this act of sweet submission.
But there was no rush. No contact. I stifled a
scream and frantically checked the clock. I was early,
that was all. Thirty more seconds until eight AM. An
eternity.
The monitor screen came on. I felt that first
tingling surge. I lusted for more, but, at the same
time, I knew that by five p.m. Friday I would hate
this damned, horrible, wonderful connection.
'Monday morning work downloading, darling,' Helene
said deliciously, seductively, tantalizingly. 'Two
hundred and thirty-four case-files ready for
processing.' Two hundred and thirty-four hits, each
providing an orgasmic rush. I started work with a sob
of relief.
Connected.
The End
Story Copyright © 2007 by Bud Sparhawk and Ramona Wheeler. All rights reserved.
Illustration Copyright © 2007 by Bonnie Freeman
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About the authors
Bud Sparhawk's stories and articles have appeared frequently in ANALOG, Asimov's, and other US magazines as well as anthologies, two more of which will appear later this year. This autumn his first published novel will appear. He has been a three-time finalist (1998, 2002 and 2006) in the SFWA Nebula's Novella category. More (and possibly too much) information may be found at http://sff.net/people/bud_sparhawk.
You can buy Bud Sparhawk's books from Amazon.co.uk
or from Amazon.com
Ramona Louise Wheeler is best known for her 'Ray and Rokey' science-fiction series published in Analog SF magazine. The Ray and Rokey stories were published in 2003 as a single collection, HAVE STARSHIP, WILL TRAVEL, by Wildside Press. Wildside published the first Ray and Rokey novel, A CHANCE TO REMEMBER, in 2005. Wheeler and Sparhawk began their collaboration at PhilCon, the SF convention in Philadelphia, in 2000. The pair have written several short stories together; 'The Connection' is the first to appear in print.
Wheeler also writes nonfiction work on ancient Egypt and comparative mythology. Her website, WALK LIKE AN EGYPTIAN, (http://hometown.aol.com/tokapu/) has been a popular resource since 1994, providing her own translations of Egyptian texts, as well as the only horoscope based on the ancient Egyptian calendar. WALK LIKE AN EGYPTIAN, A MODERN GUIDE TO THE RELIGION AND PHILOSOPHY OF ANCIENT EGYPT and its companion volume, MY DAILY HORUS SCOPE are published by Wildside Press. Her books are available at all major online venues.
Her latest fiction projects involve a series of novels set in an alternate history, in which Egypt, rather than Rome, became the primary influence on Western civilization. She lives in Massachusetts with the requisite number of cats, and has been married since 1971.
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