From: c311b06@hawk.depaul.edu (Wesley Alan Brown)
Subject: [NEW STORY] MegaTokyo Fantasia
Date: 19 May 1995 19:10:05 GMT


MegaTokyo Fantasia is based on the "I need to know" thread and the
Bubblegum Saga (Crisis and Crash) by Artmic and Kenichi Sonoda.



                               MEGATOKYO FANTASIA


     The smoke began to billow at the Chat.  Ratz was long-distancing with
some girl on his bonephone.  Howard, who broke up a fight between me and
He-Boy (his real name escapes me for the moment and I don't care), was
threatning to blow up some guy's Lexus because he implanted a virus in his
laptop that made it sound like Courtney Love on a very bad drug hit.  Kris
1000 tried to make a move on a redhead wearing blue skin and pierced breasts.
     Me, Dejat, and Leila were leaving because we had an 11:30 supersonic
flight to MegaTokyo to find a bunch of friends of mine.  I was in the merc
business way over my head.  Dejat and Leila were Sexaroid boomers, created in
Western Europe by Genom.  Dejat was a prostitute working the summer Paris
nights, making hotshot execs horny with rubber and designer drugs.  Leila
spent her formative years being a sex slave to a Floratorian lesbian in
New Jersey, leaving after her sterotypical ranting and raving against
men was driving her crazy.
     Musclebound He-Boy got into my face after I paid for our tab and the hole
in the ceiling.  I guess whatever metabolic enhancer he was using fucked him
up something awful.
     "If I ever see your ass again, I'll tear that borg arm off and ram it up
your ass!" he threatened.
     "Yeah, whatever," I said in a low tone.  I turn and walk out when
the hairs on my back stiffen, feeling the wind of brass knuckles coming
up behind me.  I turn back around.  Dejat caught the knuckle-wrapped hand
and broke it.  While He-Boy whimpered, Leila relieved him of them and hit
him in his nuts with them.
     "Asshole," Leila hissed.
     I grab the dick by his shirt with my arm and aimed the attaching fusion
cannon at his head.  "I should disinfect your brain, friend, whatever's left
of it, but I promised Ratz that I would be on my best behavior from here on.
If I see you anywhere outside the Chat and you want to start some shit with
me, I won't be held responsible for what comes afterwards."
     "Yo, Howard!" I call out after shoving He-Boy face first into the
hardwood floor.  "There's room for one more if you're interested."
     Howard, looking all sullen.  "Nah, dude.  If I want trouble, I can find
it here.  Have fun, as if you needed me to tell you."
     Heh.  We leave, get in Leila's modifed red Diablo and burn ass.