It was a sunny day in Utopia - Mondays were always sunny, after all. Jonah woke up with a pounding head and a burning sensation that something was not quite as it should be. He rose from his bed and glanced at the drug cabinet. It was filled to the brim with all sorts of familiar substances, even the least potent of which would take care of that awful headache of his...
Shaking his head, he walked past it into the living room. The remnants of his housmates' party were still evident all over the floors and furniture. Skimpy underwear, suspicious fluids and broken glass vials lay all over the linoleum. Soft moans could still be heard from the guest bedroom beyond the wall. Jonah figured the cleaning bots would show up after the guests have all left. He sat down by the table to have his meal. The automated servings were never lavish to begin with, but now that he had stopped taking Enhancers the taste was dull.
He left the house, feeling gloomy despite the excellent weather. The first pairs and groups were already enjoying each other, despite the early hour. A girl Jonah vaguely remembered from some other night called out to him from one of the 'parties'.
"Come join us! We're a few people short!"
Her eyes were unfocused, and an absent smile lingered on her face. She was wearing a decorative skirt and bra that failed to obscure anything meaningful. Her companions were dressed similarly. Jonah's outfit seemed prudish by comparison, despite consisting of a pair of tight pants and a see-through white shirt.
"Maybe later! I don't really feel that well now!" he replied, walking by.
"Just take some Enhancers! Would you like a share of mine?" a man from the group chimed in. Jonah felt a pang of pain in his head, but smiled regardless.
"Nah, I have my own. I'll be okay"
"Well, alright then" concluded the man, focusing his attention back on the squealing girl under him.
He went on his way, feeling restless. Normally, he would've joined them without a second thought. Why was it that now that he stopped taking Enhancers the things he had enjoyed before seemed... off? It was common sense to take them every day, but somehow that also felt wrong to him. That wasn't something he could say out loud though.
Jonah noticed his walk took him to May's residential district. It wasn't completely intentional, but she was the one person he was willing to call a friend - if not her, who could he confide in? Biting back second thoughts, he pushed the door open.
(Author's notes: my kinks are public sex, especially if it is normalised. This setting is meant to serve as a way to explore that. I'm straight, but writing a dystopian hyper-sexual society without it being at least a little queer seemed unrealistic to me, so I don't expect the setting itself to be very hetero - Jonah will be, though. Hope to find a girl willing to elaborate on this concept with me)
Shaking his head, he walked past it into the living room. The remnants of his housmates' party were still evident all over the floors and furniture. Skimpy underwear, suspicious fluids and broken glass vials lay all over the linoleum. Soft moans could still be heard from the guest bedroom beyond the wall. Jonah figured the cleaning bots would show up after the guests have all left. He sat down by the table to have his meal. The automated servings were never lavish to begin with, but now that he had stopped taking Enhancers the taste was dull.
He left the house, feeling gloomy despite the excellent weather. The first pairs and groups were already enjoying each other, despite the early hour. A girl Jonah vaguely remembered from some other night called out to him from one of the 'parties'.
"Come join us! We're a few people short!"
Her eyes were unfocused, and an absent smile lingered on her face. She was wearing a decorative skirt and bra that failed to obscure anything meaningful. Her companions were dressed similarly. Jonah's outfit seemed prudish by comparison, despite consisting of a pair of tight pants and a see-through white shirt.
"Maybe later! I don't really feel that well now!" he replied, walking by.
"Just take some Enhancers! Would you like a share of mine?" a man from the group chimed in. Jonah felt a pang of pain in his head, but smiled regardless.
"Nah, I have my own. I'll be okay"
"Well, alright then" concluded the man, focusing his attention back on the squealing girl under him.
He went on his way, feeling restless. Normally, he would've joined them without a second thought. Why was it that now that he stopped taking Enhancers the things he had enjoyed before seemed... off? It was common sense to take them every day, but somehow that also felt wrong to him. That wasn't something he could say out loud though.
Jonah noticed his walk took him to May's residential district. It wasn't completely intentional, but she was the one person he was willing to call a friend - if not her, who could he confide in? Biting back second thoughts, he pushed the door open.
(Author's notes: my kinks are public sex, especially if it is normalised. This setting is meant to serve as a way to explore that. I'm straight, but writing a dystopian hyper-sexual society without it being at least a little queer seemed unrealistic to me, so I don't expect the setting itself to be very hetero - Jonah will be, though. Hope to find a girl willing to elaborate on this concept with me)
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