Joacim & L'ielit (8 of 10) - Partytime

"Meister, it's time to stand up."

Joacim opened his eyes. He was still entangled with Sabine. Tinkerbelle was sitting cross-legged on Sabine's cheek. Sabine woke up when Joacim moved and Tinkerbelle lifted off like a feather, staying out of Sabine's sight.

"Meister, are you pleased with the way I act?" Tinkerbelle asked Joacim through the communication implant. "I'm still very uncertain about having to simulate a personality."

"You do fine," Joacim answered sub vocally. "You have studied the episodes of 'I dream of Jeannie', German version over night?"

"How do you know?" Tinkerbelle looked surprised.

"You call me 'Meister' and your motions have changed."

"So is it too obvious?"

"I won't answer this question. I want you to develop your own personality. That often includes fragments of other people's behavior."

"In 'I dream of Jeannie' Tony isn't that much pleased by being called 'Meister', but Jeannie continues to call him so. Is that a form of disrespect?" Tinkerbelle asked.

"I don't think so. Jeannie is teasing Tony a little and by doing so she reminds him of his position in their relation. Looks like we have a very similar situation here."

"Then maybe I will call you 'Meister' from time to time."

By the end of the conversation he was in the shower and Sabine was soaping his body. "You are not very talkative this morning," she said.

"Sorry Sabine, I had a sub vocal conversation with Tinker here."

Sabine turned around and only now noticed Tinkerbelle. "You were hiding behind me all the time? You are acting just like Zoe does sometimes," she grinned.

"I act only as 'mein Meister' wishes me to do!" Tinkerbelle turned around showing a little upset pose and stormed through the closed bathroom door, leaving some sparkles floating to the ground.

"The kids will love her," Joacim and Sabine said simultaneously, and then they laughed.

First person narrative of Joacim

Freaks. They put me together with freaks.

Well, this was my first day. They showed me around, introduced me to everyone of importance, told me what my job will be and then they threw off their smocks, let in some brothel concubines and partied my arrival with wine, vodka, salmon rolls and sex. Everybody was telling me stories about their lives, their work and things I didn't want to know. Of course it's my new laboratory they vandalize, because it's the only place with no important work lying around.

Eduard Stein is highly intelligent and understands FTL physics, but what he tells as humor is disgusting. He's a pervert on the edge. He has not enough self-confidence to look like himself. He copied the appearance of Einstein. Wild gray hair, glasses, you know what I mean.

Waldo is an introvert young man who stops breathing when under stress. It's psychological, so the Darjee nanites can't cure him. They just force him to breathe when his oxygen level drops too low. Waldo is a quantum engineer, specialized on laser technology. He had blown up his laboratory several times by improving low-powered lasers with quantum cascades. Waldo told me that he wants to invent something he calls Einstein Grenades. They should create a blast of raw energy while consuming some grams of matter. E=m*c², remember?

Olga Krasnikov is our second warp physicist. She suffers from paranoia. She states ten times a day that we can't trust the AI's and that the Darjee give us only junk. All the improvements she's doing on Darjee technology are obvious to her and should be obvious to the Darjee. Well, maybe she's right, but it's annoying how she quibbles on it. In her free time she's drawing pictures of skulls and death. She showed me pictures of her art.

Colonel Ralph Hornblower can be called the most normal person. He's a full Marine with scientific education and holds the contacts to both, the generals and the troops who work with the stuff we invent.

Ralph told me that the others are not like that all the time. They do a good job and work on their projects twelve hours a day, sometimes without breaks. My arrival gave them just the opportunity to break the routine, something he thinks is important from time to time.

Maybe I'll perfectly fit into this group, thinking of my special skills. Someone came up with the vague idea of a FTL laser cannon and now I'm the boy who will scan all the scientific material they have produced to search and find the hidden trick to connect warp fields or wormholes and laser. This is not exactly what Marines need, but if we are successful, the Navy owes us a favor.

At 8:00 PM I returned to my pod. I was drunk. I just grabbed Anita and Irene and told them to wipe out my bad vibes with raw sex. First they gave me a double strip show and some 69 action to watch, but soon I was pounding Anita while Irene was kissing and licking me all over. Then I ordered them both face down ass high and reamed Irene's ass while forcing one hand in Anita's pussy as far as possible. They both squealed like crazy, giving me the impression they liked it. Well, I hated myself for doing it the rough way. After one hour I was spent and Anita and Irene hugged me tight, sandwiching me between their heated bodies.

The next morning I woke up lying face down while someone gently massaged my tense shoulders and spine. It felt real good.

"Good morning love, finally awake?" Petra asked. It was her hands that did the magic to me. "You had a real bad first day yesterday? I heard of some initiation party. Was it really that bad? Your new colleagues just wanted to integrate you as fast as possible. They can't be that bad." Petra continued talking like that, calming my mind, giving me the feeling that I'm safe and protected.

After a while I found the strength to ask "How do you know of the party?"

"We guessed," Helga explained, leaning at the door. I hadn't noticed her until then. "When you came back we asked Tin what has happened. She gave us only a little information, but we found out about the other concubines. We contacted them at the brothel. Yvonne told us that you didn't look very happy most of the time. We figured we should do something for you. We also contacted some other concubines who know one or the other of the scientists better. Those geeks are your colleagues now. They are not that bad. Maybe they are weirder than ordinary Marines. Maybe we should invite them including their families to a classic barbecue."

"How could this help?" I asked.

"Your house, your rules. Make a party you like. Let's see if your workmates can adapt to your style. With kids around they will behave better," Helga explained.

"Sounds like a plan. Thank you, ladies. All of you. Do you think we can arrange something for today, 6:00 PM? I'll hand them a return invitation and check if everybody can come over."

When I entered the laboratory complex through the transporter nexus, I found only Waldo and Ralph at work. I asked them to join my family barbecue and they accepted. Ralph told me that after I left the party, Olga and Eduard had started a Vodka battle. "With two bottles of Vodka each, I don't expect neither of them to be here before noon," Ralph said. "The nanites can handle a lot of alcohol, but not that much."

I took my time to reconfigure my laboratory to my needs. Mainly I need lots of displays, interactive displays, holographic displays and more displays. And a huge comfortable chair that easily can move to every point within the laboratory. My laboratory is just a pod with an improved AI, so I had nothing else to do but order the changes and wait.

At noon, Ralph asked me to join him for lunch in one of the city restaurants. "I haven't told you about my third job," Ralph said while we were waiting for our meals. "I have to keep the team together. Yesterday's party was a bad idea. Now I know that. You are not into wild parties like other young men your age are normally."

That's when Olga and Eduard showed up. They both didn't look that good, but Olga took it with more self-control. Ralph informed them "Joacim wants to throw a party in return. A more family compatible barbecue at 6:00 PM. Do you feel prepared for something like that?"

Olga and Eduard accepted the invitation. When Olga heard about Prudence's cooking skills in eastern European specialties, she really was excited. I checked how many people I had to expect and then informed Tin. I was surprised when her pixie image appeared on the table. I thought her projection was limited to my pod.

"So we expect around twenty-three adult and seventeen minor guests. We definitely need a bigger porch, a second fire pit and garden furniture, Meister."

"Yes, you're right. Check the details with my concubines. Tell Prudence about our Russian guest. I'm sure she can do some of her kitchen magic. Can you handle the porch expansion before evening?"

Tin vanished with a "Yes Meister"

"What was that?" Olga, Ralph and Eduard asked.

"Aww, just a little improvement to my pod's AI. I don't like to talk to a ghost voice, so I asked her for a projected body." I then realized that Tinker's little appearance did create a lot of attention among the other visitors of the restaurant.

Joacim returned to his pod at five o'clock and entered organized chaos. In the basement, Helga, Irene and Astrid made finishing touches to some individual corsets. In the kitchen, Prudence and Sabine were preparing food specialties for a buffet, feeding samples of it to the replicator to make new replicator templates. Anita, L'ielit and Markus brought in garden furniture from a bigger replicator at Yellow Center. Petra was guarding Honi and Zoe. And beside the patio there was a big hole in the ground for a brand new swimming pool. The AI excused the absence of Tinkerbelle, because all the AI's capacities were needed to finish the last changes in time.

"Oh boy, I didn't know what it meant to invite forty guests for a barbecue. Can I help anywhere?" Joacim asked.

"Just keep out of our way. We can handle everything," Prudence said. "Change into something casual and relax."

At a quarter to six, a proud looking Tinkerbelle appeared before Joacim and proclaimed, "The building of the pool is finished and it is currently filling with warm water. It will be ready in ten minutes. Your ladies are currently changing into beautiful corsets. The kids are ready. We are prepared for your visitors."

Joacim left his office, where he had stayed out of the way for the past half hour. Trays of food were lined up on a table at one wall of the living room. He heard the women giggle in the basement. The tables on the patio looked nice with tablecloths and some decor. Joacim went down to the basement to take a look at his concubines. The corsets the women wore were a composition of velvet and ruffles with integrated cups that almost covered the nipples. Every woman was wearing a slip and high heels in matching colors. A single garter completed the image. The ensemble of each woman had different colors. Even Tinkerbelle wore this outfit, colored light green and blue.

"You look marvelous," Joacim paid them a compliment.

"No time, no time," Tinkerbelle announced. "Guests are approaching the entrance."

Ralph arrived a little early. He introduced his concubines Maggie, Pamela and Rita and his four children to Joacim. Ralph was dressed in blue jeans and a leather vest. His concubines wore low-cut tuxedo vests without a blouse, with bow ties and hot pants. The children came with different printed shirts and jeans.

The first guests had just settled when Tinkerbelle announced the next groups. Olga and Waldo arrived at the entrance walking together from the local transportation room. Both groups were very different in their dress. Waldo and his concubines wore casual clothing of different types. Waldo's female concubines Veronica, Gina, Jane and Beatrice wore shirts or tank tops combined with hot pants or mini shirts. Waldo and his male concubine Arnold wore printed shirts and jeans, as did their six kids. Olga and her concubines Kim, Connie, Svetlana and Trish were styled like goth-girls with gelled black hair, ruffled mini-skirts over stretch-pants, ruffled blouses and military boots, all colored in black, dark red and a little white. Olga's male concubine Louie wore a black leather shirt and pants and sported a purple Mohawk hairstyle. They were decorated with spiked collars and bracelets. Even their four childrens' clothes were mostly black.

Helga and L'ielit led them all to the patio where Joacim had just started the fire pits. Joacim greeted them and offered drinks and starters. Olga was pleased by the range of food and tried several.

The last arriving guest was Eduard who showed up twenty minutes past six. He was clothed in a Hawaiian shirt and loose boxer shorts, as was his male concubine Fred. His model-figured girls Yvette, Cloe, Fiona, Naomi and Rebecca were dressed in Brazilian bikinis that left nothing to imagination. His three kids wore multicolored shirts and shorts.

Half an hour later, everybody was supplied with a delicious piece of meat and salads. Most adults were enjoying their second or third glass of ice cold beer. They talked about the last news from Earth, the joy of good food, the colonies cultural life, fashion and a lot of other things. Joacim learned about several of the better sides of his co-scientists and enjoyed the evening.

After the feed, most of the younger children were enjoying the pool under the observation of two concubines. The older kids were challenging Tinkerbelle and the replicators with alcohol-free cocktails. The adults had split into groups to chat. With time, more and more copies of Tinkerbelle appeared, since everybody wanted to know her. Joacim noticed that with every copy, Tinkerbelle looked more stressed. After another hour, all Tinkerbelles suddenly screamed "This is so wrong!" and disappeared, except for one who flew into the pod.

"Is your toy broken?" Olga asked.

"I hope not. She's the AI of this pod," Joacim answered. Then he went into the pod and called "Tinker?"

"Yes Meister?" Tinkerbelle appeared before him.

"What's wrong with you? Did you reach your capacity limits?"

"No. I'm really sorry Meister. I'm not used to have a subjective presence. It's a little complex. Some of my basic valuation routines for biological behavior started to bombard me with warnings about paradoxical events. They quickly multiplied and started to overwhelm me."

"Did we do something that an AI can't understand?" Joacim was worried.

"No, it is not you, it is me," Tinkerbelle explained. "Every time I calculated that one of my copies would be in the field of vision of another copy, those warnings popped up in countless numbers. I am an AI. My point of view is objective and almost complete on the pod and everything within. Tinkerbelle is just an animated image and my calculations say that what happened to me is impossible. But in the same time, I can't prevent valuating Tinkerbelle as a subjective being within this pod. I'm sorry to say that the simulation called Tinkerbelle failed. I'll terminate…"

"I don't allow you to terminate Tinkerbelle!" Joacim interrupted the AI.

"But Meister, an AI going crazy is of no use to you..." Tinkerbelle objected.

"I won't allow anybody to commit suicide. I'll try to help you in any way I can. I'll get external help if needed. But I don't allow you to terminate your simulation. I like you. My family likes you. My guests like you. Everybody likes you. You can't just go."

"Yes Meister," Tinkerbelle obeyed.

"Do you currently have a problem?" Joacim asked.

"No Meister."

"You said that seeing yourself caused problems, and you see Tinkerbelle almost as a sensitive being?"

"Yes Meister."

"Well, we living beings can't look at ourselves except for mirrors, recordings and self-reflective in our minds. If we could see ourselves for real, we would be confused too. Would it solve your problem to limit you to one incarnation?" Joacim asked.

"But I am the AI, I have to deal with every request…" Tinkerbelle objected again.

"As AI, you deal with multiple requests as an objective artificial intelligence, as you mentioned. Tinkerbelle is subjective. From now on, she will only deal with requests like subjective beings do. One at a time. No more than one incarnation at a time. If Tinker is busy, let your objective self deal with it in the classic way. Does this sound like a viable option?"

"I don't know, but I'll try."

"Ok then," Joacim said, "let's return to our guests.

When they entered the porch, they found Olga and Eduard in a battle of arguments about the best manner of concubine treatment and lifestyle. Olga mentioned that while colors are a matter of fashion, walking clothed isn't. "Clothes create a distance between me and you. As long as I wear clothes, I tell you that touching isn't allowed. By showing my concubines in clothes, I tell you that I don't like anyone touching them. I am protective and I love my family. These clothes are my visual signs to everybody."

Eduard was listening to her arguments with his hands in the laps of two of his concubines that were sitting on the armrests of his chair. "I love my girls too. Well, maybe it's too obvious how I display my feelings to them. Maybe you misread that as sexual-only or as disrespect. But I assure you that I love them and I want to show everybody. I am proud that I was able to get them out of the Sa'arm's way and give them the bodies of goddesses and I want to show them to everybody. The word 'no' is in everybody's head. Everybody knows that touching other people's concubines is a no-go, especially on colonies like Vandergast, Demeter or Istar. Your clothing protection is simply not needed here. At one point we might find a consensus. Clothes tell group memberships. A total stranger could walk in here and tell who belongs to whom. As long as this doesn't hinder our social life, that's a good concept."

This conversation went on for a while and was supported by either side's concubines with more or less ingenious arguments. They gave a show to their audience and the mood remained relaxed. At nine o'clock it was time for the younger kids to go to bed. When they left Joacim's pod under the supervision of several of their mothers, half of them wanted to take Tinkerbelle with them. Joacim asked himself what would happen in the next weeks within the pods of the colony.

When the sun went down, Joacim's concubines lit torches and the fire pits kept the coolness away. They talked for another two hours before the guests left for home.

"I'm so glad you came up with this idea," Joacim told his concubines. He gave each of them a hug and a deep kiss. "I saw you had fun too," he told Markus, patting his shoulder. "Did you make some new friends today?"

"It was not that bad for an adult party," Markus grinned. "Yes there were several teens my age and we had fun. Can I search the neighborhood for more teens tomorrow?"

"Tomorrow we will sign you in at school," Petra said.

"Mom! This is the biggest adventure of my life and you ruin it with school!" Markus lamented.

"This adventure will probably last for the rest of your life. Some more education won't spoil your fun. Now it's time to go to bed. You exceeded your time by over an hour, young man. And thank you for your help at the party preparations."

Markus sighed. "I wish I were two years older. Then you could not treat me like that anymore..."

Joacim asked none of his concubines to join him when he wished them a good night. He was tired from the day. So many new things had demanded for full attention. When he returned from the bathroom to his bedroom, he was surprised to see L'ielit spread across the bed. "I'm pleased to see you here, but please don't expect too much. I'm really tired."

"That's okay with me. I wanted to tell you something." She slung her long arms around his neck when he lay beside her and smiled. "I wanted to tell you that I am ready now. The times of trouble are only a dark cloud in my memories and we have reached a safe place. It's time to expand the family with babies. I know that you held back somehow in the last weeks because of my past. But it's really okay now."

Joacim kissed L'ielit for a long time. "I'm happy that you feel safe." Sub vocally he added "AI, make her fertile as soon as possible."