Pre HL: Afterparty

**Thrill and her group tumble out the the vehicle** “Shit! This air is burning my lungs!” “What do you expect” “Bahahaha!” “Get done up with a synthetic pulmonary lining” “Screw that!” “I think they are still workin’ kinks out of that one!” “Come on! Be a Guinea Pig!” “Oink!, oink!, oink!” “Thats for the Pions” **Laughter erupts & whilst holding their breath they trotted quickly out of the thick polluted air into the cool filtered atmosphere of the Corporate Officer’s Exhibition Hall**

A blonde mid-statured gentleman dressed in a slick skin-tight black tuxedo, watched the small group as they entered the Exhibition Hall.  The ageless man noted that although the Chaperons were almost blacked out drunk, their lovely young ladies were blissfully happy, high, and still in control. With a chiseled smile and open arms, this man greeted them at the foyer. “Greetings new Graduates! Finally you arrive. I am the Corporate Maître’d”.  Maître’d is the Corporation’s social organizer who provides the needs to the Corporate Officer’s wants.   With manicured fingertips, the Maître’d ticked everyone off the list on his datapad. “Wonderful!”, he flourishes, “Please won’t you come inside?”

The group followed him in.  Maître’d indicates to various couch clusters situated throughout the hall. Each cluster was attended by an anthropomorphic android, who could mix any drink & would distribute any requested oral, inhalant, transdermal, intravenous or subcutaneous substance.  “Please help yourself to anything.  Our Corporation has provided you with all of the usual ethanol beverages and recreational drugs or as the kids say…’Recs’…” Pausing to roll his eyes before continuing, “of course only in the most responsible doses. We don’t want anyone truly ruining their night.”  He turns to Thrill with his eyebrows raised, “or do we?”  Confused, Thrill is left standing evaluating what the Maître’d really meant while her group when wooting down the foyer steps and out into the vast hall.

As he wouldn’t move aside, Thrill stepped around the Maître’d and slowly made her way down the steps from the foyer into the sunken hall. The structure was an expansive long rectangle; its elongated sides decorated with carved floor to ceiling mirrors. The mirrored walls reflected fractured images of the mingling people.  Situated in the middle of the hall was the dance floor; itself a catalysis fusing vibrations of sound into rhythmic expressions.  Three of the biggest chandeliers that Thrill had ever seen were spaced evenly across the ceiling of the hall.  Surrounding the dance floor, grouped in petaloid clusters, were couches shaped like white oval seed pods each tended to by an android.   Despite the myriad number of people in the hall, Thrill noticed that only cadets were present…there wasn’t an Officer in sight.

Thrill looked to the end of hall and gazed upon the Altar of Sound. There was nothing organic about this shrine of electroacoustic transducers, it is truly a behemoth of mechanical acoustics.  This monolith of sound was carved out of solid white polymer into the likeness of giant honeycomb cells. In each of the glowing white hexagonal cells, a giant speaker was encased; the polished black circles vibrating like the heads of pupae drones ready to emerge.  Situated in the middle of this wall of speakers was an empty space shaped like a cube which housed an audio engineer, the mighty DJ.  Perched in the middle of this cube conducting beats in trance the DJ synthesized waves of oscillation through the bodies of the hall.  An apiary.  The bass that pumped out of its massive woofers caused the three suspended chandeliers to quiver like new love.  Through her star-gazed eyes, Thrill thought the light filtering through the chandler crystals looked like a shimmering haze which was sprinkling the hall with small bouncing crystallized faces.

After a couple of hours, Maître’d noticed that Thrill was coming down.  She had been requested for by one of the Officers. He observed that she didn’t indulge in any of the Rec’s.  He watched her start to take advantage of the all you can drink booze, as her amphetamine tweak was wearing off. She grinded on the dance floor with her Ginger Chaperon. Although it looked like she did enjoy his attentions she was actively fighting off his grabby hands, moving them ever so often off her bosom.  The night had gotten sloppy, the Graduates have danced, drunk, and drugged to excess.

After peeling herself off her Chaperon, Thrill wandered away from the dance floor.  She spotted the Twin lads from the lab who supplied her with her silicone tabs. They were the products of an embryo selection project. The Corporation wanted to establish the length of time a human embryo could remain in stasis.  They were genuine enantiomers of one another and a jewel in the Corporation’s genetic engineering crown.  These Twins were the only two to survive their embryo batch which was put into stasis about 75 years ago.  “Thriller!”, they bounded over to give her hugs & cheek kisses, “Do you need any more gear?”  She tilts her head, “Well if you have a tab on you I’ll take it.”  They smiled fondly at her, “Stick out your tounge”. Thrill stuck out her pink tongue and the little silicone tab was delivered.  Thrill rolled the tab around on her tongue waiting for the speed wave to hit her psyche. One Twin slings his arm around her, “If you ever need anything at all…you will definitely let us know”.  Feeling the wave start to crash over her, Thrill grins widely and absently chirps, “Of course!!!”. *BANG* Feeling exhilarated, she gave the lads kisses goodbye.  Feeling pumped she trotted back to her Chaperon.

Maître’d watched as Thrill’s Chaperon started to get nasty drunk.  He could tell it wasn’t fun for her anymore. As the Chaperon opened his drunken sloppy maw to try to kiss Thrill; she silently nailed the pressure point behind his ear hard with her index finger.  With polite smiles Thrill pardoned herself. The Maître’d followed Thrill as she escaped to behind a couch cluster and began pound booze. She spotted a vodka bottle with just a couple of sips left in it. Just as she was very unlady drinking out of the bottle & tipping it so high she had to tilt her head right back he came up behind her and tapped on her shoulder.  “Corporal Gage?”

Thrill choked on her drink and turned around.  There was the Maître’d.  Thrill flashed the most sober charming smile she could muster and slowly moved the bottle behind her back.  The Maître’d continues, “Corporal Gage, I was wondering if you would be so kind to follow me please?” Thrill eyes him suspiciously, “Why?”  Purring, Maître’d replied, “The Officers are looking for young ladies to charm and I thought that perhaps…you might be able to give them a bit of a challenge”.  Flattered but uncomfortable, she responds, “I don’t see any fuckin’ Officers and NO, I certainly won’t go alone, I want my girls with me”. Maître’d responds with slightly widened eyes, “but they are already there and are having a lovely time enjoying the attentions of the decorated Officers. But more to the point…someone in particular has requested your presence”.  Thrill nods and looks over at her own Ginger Chaperon who was drunkenly dry humping a plastered girl on one of the couches.  Frowning on the inside, Thrill turns and beams at the handsome Maître’d.   “Sure! What do I have to lose?”  The Maître’d offers her his arm and tentatively she takes it.

They walk straight towards a section of the carved mirrored walls. Thrill balks as the Maître’d moves right for it.  He pauses, “Trust me.” Then together they walk forward through the mirror.  Thrill looked behind her and saw that she could see the entire hall.  It was a one way mirror! Brilliant, thought Thrill.  Then she was rushed by a giggling mob made up of her Dorm mates and reluctantly the frowning Maître’d let Thrill go.

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