Dark Future short stories - Second - A Tight Pussies Perspective

 

A Tight Pussies Perspective

 

Squeezy had her name for a reason. A mean one. She was making her way in the anarchic parts of the sprawl right in the shadow of a few high risers and pretty much next to the old rail way station that lost its original use and turned into a slum with a constantly changing chaos of barracks, tents and boxes that gave shelter to those that failed with coping with the constant drug levels of the society after the downfall.

The name came from her implant that combined with elite force level training turned her into an assassin of very special kind. She had her vagina upgraded to another level beyond believe. She was part of the blood squad to the prostitutes that got independent from men by making use of a Sten Gun version and cheap ammo that flooded the streets during the downfall.

The construction was simple and based on a very old design, but upgraded with a 3D printed pistol grip, loaded from the bottom instead of sideways and came with or without a laser pointer or basic optic. That was some time ago and the guns were still around, but she made her way further up. She was born when these guns had their peak in use and the women of the trade took independence by force against their old pimps and especially the police forces everyone ripped into pieces anyway, in these years known as the downfall when society crashed hard.

They owned a few streets in between the secured high risers and the old railway station. It was also the party centre for the anarchic parts of the sprawl full of synth drug dealers that had to give them their share and bars, clubs and restaurants serving the shadows.

She was not part of the ladies security squad that still used the Sten Gun version, but had a rooftop appartement with her wife and another couple of the same status and trade.

They dealed in information and secured those few streets against the ConMen that too often were tempted to pay their bills brute force instead of as agreed.

Someone managed to do the impossible and ripped the shooting star of financial entrepreneurs that just recently made it onto the most important manager magazine front page into minced meat creating a few dozen clients for the psychologic and mental health doctors of about a dozen companies. Someone got way too loud for his own good. Someone that was already shit scary known as the Black Striker. Someone that no one would have believed to be capable of such an sophisticated operation. Someone nobody knew more about than that he was riding a black prehistoric fuel based motorcycle, in an all black bullet proof combat suit on military level that never spoke, but indicated yes or no with his head only and would always create a mess, a real mess when terminating a target charging the highest rates and collecting them.

Someone that killed some years ago an entire slave owner village deeper in the woods north west and left a message for the ConMen that took advantage of the slaves on pretty ugly synth drugs. He crucified the three leaders and burned the crosses live streaming all of it onto the video screens of the bars down in Squeezies streets on a Saturday night peak when the ConMen freaked out in the VIP lounges of these few streets and those with cash from the anarchic parts blew it all over the place freaking out even more.

There was no more freaking out any more this evening. It costed them a little fortune.

Nobody knew where the dozen slaves went to and why this guy even left a pretty nasty puzzle of effective booby traps.

Actually, nobody knew for real that it was Black Striker, but Squeezy was in the information business and the Con Squad leader that was sent to check if any of their managers survived loosing almost all of his men was a reliable customer addicted to her pussy and that very special performance enhancing cocktail they would offer along with her special services to shoot them away from this earth and reality into a space of sexual high only gods were able to enter. That’s what the flyer said. 

He also did not directly mention it, but all of this happened after Black Striker was hired for a job to take out a ConMen that started to miss the appropriate doses of a very different synth drug than the ladies cocktail and considered his secretary an appropriate object to turn his sadistic desires into reality right within the HR office he was head of.

She died a painful death. He than went on the run and managed to get out of the safe zone into the old railway station. Black Striker was hired to make a point and to restore confidence within the lower ranks of the office staff. Those that did the actual work. 

The thing with Black Striker was that he always kept waving his hand in the pub he entered if a direct meeting with the client was needed and the dark net conference room did not suite him for any reason to get more information. The ConMen hiring Striker gave Striker a full picture and even mentioned the village, which he actually should not have done, especially he was a regular their, too. 

First, Striker killed the ConMen on the run who was hiding in the upper floors of the old railway station in a former fast food restaurant and along with him the gang that until then run the railway stations synth drug supply using military grade hand grenades, a few rockets and finally, as always, about a thousand rounds in a heavy rain of bullets to wipe out the gang he actually had a meeting with to talk about the ConMens head price. They should have known that Striker was not the chatty type of person upfront. Unfortunately, they also used their own product, like everyone. 

Striker rose prices afterwards, quite successfully. 

He than caused, but also finished the most violent and shortest, but a rather small gang war in the sprawl. After the second synth drug gang he took out using a flame thrower before emptying the full auto gun the others decided to stop hiring him and sorted their disputes out in person directly from now on. 

So, he was back being a ConMen exclusive again for everyone in and outside the safe zone afterwards, while inititally actually a ConMen had hired him to take out one of the gangs and this beast of a crazy freak also had their biggest rivals pay him, beside stripping the gang from all their valuable assets. Gold and Silver coins where the preferred pay for their cooks and a hacker stripped their dark net accounts while the flame thrower burned down their place. 

The second gang was that biggest rival that thought they could ambush Striker on payday. They lost their pub underestimating his combat suit that easily withstand their 9mills. A suite that was developed for elite military units shortly before the downfall, that was not available anywhere and Squeezy was looking for - for ever, ever. He just reloaded two drums and walked out five minutes after he had beaten the president dead by breaking his skull under his combat boot. 

It must be him. Another time pushing his price up and with this impressive showcase of his extraordinary capabilities someone to save some digital and gold coins for to acquire his services in the near future. 

If he dared to take out an entire board of a Con. A board known for opposing sexual pleasures being a constant pain in the arse to the ladies, yet powerful and influential.

Mmh. Let’s wait and see if he managed to survive the councils retaliation attempts. And what his price would be afterwards....

Eristic Dialectic and the beginning of a Dark Future

Arthur Schopenhauer put out in 1830 an essay titled the art of being right and set seed of all anti-social dark future utopias and tragically also realities from back than on.

Basically, he describes and gives a rule book on how to kill someone arguing based on logic and honorable good will, by all means, legal or forbidden, honorable or just mean.

That way of never backing down or just pretending to retreat, instead regrouping behind a trap, of not accepting defeat but preparing for another hit just with different weapons and tactics, of winning no matter how or never loosing, but learning a lession only in a verbal arguement was turned just a hundred years later by military warfare and civil surpression into history today known as total war and nazi fashism, of an order is an order and Ausschwitz.

They lost without leaving anyone being victorious. Nothing and no place on earth got back to before and Second World War reshaped mankind like no other conflict ever.

The idea and strategy to get what desired by any means no matter what is still around as a widely accepted way. Even the CIA supposed to protect the free world, proudly mentions its "clandestine" and "disguise" departments turning commando operations into killing squad operations and betrayale into standard procedures, instead of being ashamed.

The dark future sci-fi genre is a warning anti-human utopia of what the contemporary could turn into and a blue print for others.

When listening to other Cyberpunk musicians I feel that I have not found another musician that shares my style. All appear to be pretty much stuck in a rather narrow band of rythm, melody and drum use.

I wonder if they see that dark future utopia as a desirable place to be, creating music as that soundtrack, yet not understanding that the Punk in Cyberpunk is a rebell, that a Punk is opposing the establishement which are in the dark future utopia nations and corporations using Shopenhauers basic ideas as first choice against everyone, leaving only the shadows up for those that choose to be different. A world of constant disguise and clandestine opperations by small squads to reach any economical goal or gain power. 

May my tunes be rocking the resistance forces in that parallel universe of cyperbunk shadowrunners sticking together already.

Cyberpunk capitalism

The word Democracy of Greek origin means rulership of the people and that comes in several forms. In most western countries we have parlamentarien democracies. The people vote a group from withen themselves to create a parlament to rule them. A parlament is a place to talk and make decisions.

Capitalism is widely known as an economic system based on markets ruled by capital as the main force. Usualy capitalism is in opposite to democracy not further specified even so we have different theories within economic science.

Also, the fact that the original meaning of the word capital is far more than money is usually ignored until you stare at that door where it sais Human Resources und you might wonder why it says Resource instead of Capital. If you have to wait to much time there and keep thinking about avoiding being exploitet like a natural resource in e.g. an african cobalt mine for your managers tesla battery you might find yourself in trouble later on the other side of that door of perception explaining why you are actually a human capital and a major asset for the company that is helping you to pay those bills you actually don't need, due to your intellectual-, work ethical- and social skill capital...

Today we have an accumulating capitalism, while in those dark future Cyberunk societies that form turned into an anarchistic capitalism. 

Today money comes to money. It is a lot easier to make money if you already have money even so you are dump as shit while being smart, talented and having a great set of social skills is no gurantee what so ever to make money. It helps so, I guess.

An anarchistic capitalism does know no rules and everything is possible. You don't like a contract, well get a gun or hire a gun and just kill the other party. You like that car, steel it. Your yacht was stolen? Steel it back. You have a new substance? Test it in the market. They either like it or hopefully die bevore they can warn too many others and you will make profit.

Megalopolis - A Cyberpunk City Dream

A megalopolis is a super city and even so some areas are allready called as such there is none realy quite yet existing. In the Cyberpunk Pen and Paper Game Shadowrun that made me fall in love with the dark future Sci-Fi genre most action is happening in the Sprawls of the time after 2050 when Shadowrun is placed.

Today dense major towns are sometimes reffered to as a Megalopolis, but from this Cyberpunk Blog perspective they aint no more than Super Large Cities.

A Cyberpunk Megalopolis is way more than a multi million town. It is more dense, more packed. more independent from its sourroundings, more busy with itself by being its own centre.

The only town I am aware of today in 2021 that is at least close to being such a Megalopolis, but I personally never have been to, would be Hong Kong not Chongqing. Chongqing has about 30 Million inhabitants but spread out over 82.300 square kilometers while Hong Kong is populated by about 7.5 Million humans on about 1100 square kilometers equaling 6890 humans per square kilometers instead of about 350 in the actual larger Chongquin region.

Also, Hong Kong is squeezed into a tiny bay with hardly any agrocultural land sourrounding it and growth needs to go vertical. The more humans living on a square kilometer in a large area the more difficult transportation becomes. A standard street and Subway system developed in the early 20iest century wont cut it anymore.

The problem of tomorrows Megalopolis wont be data transportation. What ever comes after 5G and fibre optics will do. But how to get groceries into town, city quarter, block and building and where from? How to keep the air clean and create recreational spaces like parks, gardens and play grounds in a high density building zone?

The Cyberpunk genre novels and games are all about a "dysantrop" society, an anti-social society in which runners are hired by Con-Men to enforce contracts with violence, a world in which Mega Coorporations are acting like Nations and actually exchanged them. The oximoron is that Megalopolis wont be created without mankind advancing in collective social skills.

An ellbow society that already struggles to create a save and quite living without constant traffic and therefore transportation jams of goods and humans in towns just in the two digest millions won't manage the next step from Super City to Megalopolis.

Munich being rich with about 1 Million habitants can't get its constant traffic jam issue sorted and poor Mexico City with about 9 Million is using so much ground water that it starts sinking and dried out its close sourrounding farmland into wasteland.

Neither a major town knwon for being a most important tech hub of a leading economic power nor a troubled town in a nation struggling with todays most dangerous organaized crime organizations are in any respect ready for further growth to the next level of town and society of tomorrow.

This is a human problem. An attidude problem. Not a technical one.

We need sociologic change for the next step in human evolution. We need to be able to better and further connect and interact with each other, our skills, knowledge and abilities or at best we just got stuck ....