The Year 3000...

[sex-maniac69]

Reese:


I arrive at my shattered home.I begin to explore the halls. I found what was left of my family in peices.I grabbed my head and screamed"NOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO!,">THen fell to my knees sobbing uncontollably."He will pay for this," i said in between sobbs.He will I thought.I headed back to the place he was staying at....

 

[poohlive]

Gary stepped inside the Radio Shack. He had never been to one before. The store was huge, located in a large city right on the Maine border. The sun had long since disappeared beyond the horizon, but with his motorcycle light filtering in through the shafty windows, and his own flashlight, he could see pretty clearly.
He grabbed a few batteries, for his flashlight, and started rumaging around for some other useful items. There was a portable radio. There were no stations to listen to, but he could get a few tapes, and cd's. It would be pretty nice. He picked up some extra batteries for that too.
Gary placed these in his knapsack, looking for something else. In the back, lined up on the wall were tons of cb's. Those were perfect, he had a cb back at the farm, and he had forgot to bring it. His father used to talk to people all the time, but ever so slowly people stopped talking. He still had to try.
Gary put that in his knapsack as well. He picked up a couple of extra flashlights, a few little knick knack toys for later on, and some candy that had been at the cash register. It didn't even dawn on him to look inside the register, it wasn't like he was going to be needing money anytime soon.
Walking out to the car, his eyes flashed on a computer. He stared at it oddly, it was one of those portable thingies, with all sorts of attachments. He saw the batteries used for it as well.
Gary quickly went outside, and set down all the stuff. He came back in, grabbing the computer, batteries, and car battery extension for recharging. He ran outside with it.
He had read about these, this was the Iomega. It was a first of it's kind. A highly advanced supercomputer that was portable, and had somethin no other computer did, a internal hookup to the internet.
He could actually log onto the net. That would be sure to find someone, anyone who might be on there. A website, something.
He ripped open the package, and put the battery in on the back. Gary clicked the on button.
Nothing.
He looked at it, confused. Why wasn't it working? He clicked the button off, and then on again, still nothing. Thats when he realized it, the batter was dead to begin with. He had to charge it up first.
Gary scopped up all the stuff, and put it on the bike. This would all have to wait until morning, he needed some rest.

 

[poohlive]

Ooc: I don't care if anyone else wants to post here or not. I have finally made a good character, and I like where I am taking him, so I am going to keep writing.





Gary woke up. The fire he made last night was nothing but ashes. The dew covered blankets radiated warmth, giving him a warm cocoon feeling. He wanted to stay right there, and never get up.
The sun had already come up, hoever, and he had a lot to do today. Gary tossed another piece of wood on the fire, and put some kindling on a few dying embers.
They smoked, but no flame came. He grabbed a piece of paper, crumpling it up, and placing it inside the makeshift tent he had created with the wood. It instantly caught afire, and lit the little twigs.
Soon there was a roaring fire. Gary stuck a pan over it, and poured some water inside. When it boiled, he poured it into the Cup-o-noodles. Gary ate heartily.
Cleaning up was nothing, and soon he was on his way to the city. He stopped in front of a auto shop. It's bright yellow paint had withere away to all but a few stained marks. He went inside.
Both of the recharging comupter batteries were hooked up to a car battery from the store. He had done this last night in haste, and hadn't bothere trying to hide it. Who was there to hide it from?
He took off the first one. A green light said that it was full of power. Gary yelled in triumph as he sat down, pulling the computer from his knapsack.
He turned it on, a bright humming started. He had read all about these things from old newspapers and magazines his mother made him read, but he had never actually worked a computer.
He hoped he could understand it.
Something crashed outside, Gary looked up. His honda had tipped over. He ran outside, pulling it back up. Galncing over it, he saw that the gas tank had split open. He saw that most of the wires and things had fallen out as well
His heart sank, he didn't know how to fix motorycles, and he had no idea where to get new parts.
Inside the computer beeped it was ready. He would have to deal with the bike later, now he had bigger fish to fry.
A lovely green screen popped open. Icons for everything from games to financial troubles came up, he looked for an internet one, but couldn't find him. A button at the bottom of the screen said start.
Gary shrugged his shoulders and pressed it. He thought the thing had already started though.
A new list of menus came up. He saw one of them was an internet hook up. He pressed it eagerly.
(I am assuming computers of the future have press pad screens)
The machine hummed, as a screen came up telling him to wait. He did, eying his bike every now and then. There was a bad wind starting out there, not wonder his bike had fallen over. He was so shocked that he didn't notice when he first went out there.
A storm was coming.
Gary looked back at the screen when it beeped. He saw that it had gone through, he was online. He looked with great interest. It said he had mail. Quickly he pressed the mailbox.
One message came up, it welcomed him to this service. Gary deleted it, not caring about this. He needed to see people online, talk to someone, know something.
On the top were a row of help buttons, most of them he didn't know but one stuck out. It was a search.
He needed to search for people. He pressed it. A screen came up, asking him what to search for. He typed on the key board.
Survivors...
He pressed enter.
The computer began to hum again.

 

[Guest]

Jeri Jacobs...

"Every part of me is flesh... even..." without finishing the sentence, Matt unzipped his pants. His cock emerged, hard as a rock as Jeri laid her eyes upon it with a look of pure shock. Perhaps because she was amazed that he was that well equipped, or perhaps because it stood at 10 inches long.

Jeri's eyes nearly fell out of her head as she viewed Matt's cock. "Lock the door," was all she could say, and she barely got that out.

Matt complied. He reached behind himself, not turning to look, and locked the door. He then took another step closer to Jeri. She couldn't take her eyes off his cock. It was magnificent.

 

[creepy_ghost]

Matt locked the door as Jeri stared at his cock with awe.

"It even feels human... like flesh..."

Matt took Jeri's hand, and slowly moved it to his rock hard manhood. As Matt pulled his hand away, Jeri move hers slowly over Matt's rod, admiring it.

"I've never... felt the pleasures of a woman... I want you to show me everything you can." Matt said it as more of a command than a request and Jeri didn't look like she would refuse as she wrapped her hand around Matt's cock.

 

[Guest]

Jeri Jacobs...

I want you to show me everything you can."

Jeri smiled at Matt as he spoke to her. She was more than willing to oblige him! She slowly slid down to her knees, his cock still in her hand. She brought her mouth up to its throbbing head. He could feel her breath on it. A soft moan passed by his lips.

She slid her tongue out of her mouth. It barely grazed along the top of his cock. Matt moaned once again, his head rocking back. Jeri glanced up at him and smiled. She felt honored to be giving him so many different firsts tonight.

As if on impulse, Matt's hands went to the back of Jeri's head. He didn't try to force her down on his cock or anything like that. He just ran his fingers through her silky black hair. The slightest touches to his body made him react! They had barely begun and he was loving it so much already.

Jeri brought her mouth down around the head of his cock. Her tongue swirled little circles around it as she sucked it like a pacifier. Knowing no matter how hard she tried that she would not be able to deep throat him, her hands both when to the shaft...

 

[poohlive]

Over a hundred general topics about Survival, but only a few specific ones. Gary quickly pressed for the specific replies.
The first was a Survivor Fan club. He shook his head. This wasn't what he wanted at all. He deleted it, going to the next one.
How to Survive without the government.
It wasn't exactly what he was looking for, but it did show promise. He pressed the site. It had tons of details on where the U.S. goverment bases were. Trucks, tanks, gas, food, anything you wanted they had. He couldn't believe it. He had always wanted to drive a tank, maybe he would get too. There was a base near Stovington. He was going to go right by it.
Other than that, the site was useless. Gary went to the next one.
Are there any Survivors out there?
Gary pressed the site. An image of high buildings came up. He instantly recognized it as New York City. Gary read the text.
There were ten or twelve people who had managed to get one of these computers, and had used it to find others. They were now up to almost fifty. He couldn't believe it, this was the crowd he was looking for. They frequented the Sears Towers, and if you wanted to join, you would have to meet one of their correspondants there.
Gary didn't know exactly what a correspondant, or a Sear Towers was, but he was still intruiged. He could finally find some friends, some other people to be with.
Gary turned off the computer. He stuffed it inside his knapack, along with everything else, and walked outside. The storm was getting worse, black clouds sailed overhead almost as fast as he could ride the Honda. Speaking of which...
He needed to find some new wheels. The bike was shot. He looked around, no bike shop he could see as of late. It didn't matter much anyway. He had to stay inside until the brute of the storm was over. Afterwards he could get a new bike and be on his way.
Gary grabbed everything off the bike and went inside the auto place. It wasn't the best place to be, but it would have to do for now. He sat down and waited.
The storm would pass soon enough.

 

[poohlive]

Ooc: Like I said, I don't care.



Gary ripped open another bad of M&m's. The computer's constant hum seemed almost welcoming, it kept his mind of the storm. It was getting pretty bad outside, if the power wasn't already out, it would have been by now.
There, it was complete. He looked at the game he had just downloaded.
Pong.
Gary smiled contently at the wonders of the future. He easily learned the rules, and began playing. Turning the sound all the up on the stereo, Gary played in comfort. A few old tapes he still had from the farm was all he had at the moment.
Earlier Gary tried to find a station still playing something, but nothing except static came through. He would have to find a radio station and see if he could communicate with someone...
Speaking of communication, Gary took out the CB. He hooked it up to one of the store's car batteries, and tried it.
"Hello, is anyone out there?"
Silence, there was no one. He tried every channel three times, absolutely nothing. It was as if there was no one there. The CB would be useful, but not now. He would find people as soon as he went to New York.
Stovington first, Gary reminded himself.
After playing a few more games of Pong, who knew such a simple game could be so fun, Gary sat down and read from the Stand.
The worn pages, and nearly gone cover showed how much he had read the thing, but he still couldn't get enough. Larry was just about to cross inside the tunnel. He never liked this part, stuck underground with all those dead bodies, people splayed out across the ground, in their cars. He almost puked the first time he read it.
He promised himself never to go through that tunnel, he would just take the George Washington Bridge, thank you very much.
A bright light flashed through the darkening sky outside. Gary jumped, knocking the computer over. He placed it back up, looking for any damage, there was none. Gary looked outside.
A powerline laid across the street. All of the sudden even inside didn't look that safe. He hoped the storm would pass quickly enough. This place was starting to give him the creeps.

 

[poohlive]

Pong.
Pong.
Pong.
Pong.
Gary leaned back, sighing deeply. His neck was beginning to strain. He rubbed it, and lied down on his blanket. The storm outside has died to a dull roar, but he could still hear rain outside. Acid rain, the worst he had seen.
All of the roads and stores were still fitted with their safe guards, but without someone renewing them every year, there wouldn't be much left.
There were no more people though, not enough to create that much pollution. Soon the acid rain would go away, and the earth would purify itself.
Sometimes that robot was a blessing. Then he remembered his dead family, sometimes it was a curse. Flip flop, and where does it leave you? Right back where you started.
Gary turned off the computer, leaning back to hear the pitter patter of the droplets on the roof. It was beautiful, the sound, like some sort of paradise. Gary closed his eyes, and remembered one of the magazines he read, the ads showed tropical rain forests sometimes. He pictured one of them now with that sound.
An explosion rocked him from his day dream. He looked up to see the outside of the place on fire. Gary his his head in stupidity, he had forgot to put the bike undercover, it was leaking and...
To answer him, another explosion rocketed the store. He got up, and ducked behind an aisle. Gary looked at the oil and gas staring back at him from the other side and cursed lightly.
The rain soon put out the fire. When it did, Gary went to see what was left of his bike. A black darkened heap of metal was all he saw. It was a good thing he had taken everything off of the bike before he went inside.
He sighed, well he would just have to wait until tomorrow before he finally left Maine. the sky was already getting dark, and the rain showed no sign of letting up.
He went back to the makeshift camp he had made, and opened a can of Mushroom soup. It would be cold, and it would be nasty, but it was dinner.
He sighed, taking a bite.