Black Lace

"𝒜𝓁𝓁 𝓉𝒽𝒶𝓉 𝓌𝑒 𝓈𝑒𝑒 𝑜𝓇 𝓈𝑒𝑒𝓂 𝒾𝓈 𝒷𝓊𝓉 𝒶 𝒹𝓇𝑒𝒶𝓂 𝓌𝒾𝓉𝒽𝒾𝓃 𝒶 𝒹𝓇𝑒𝒶𝓂." - 𝐸𝒹𝑔𝒶𝓇 𝒜𝓁𝓁𝑒𝓃 𝒫𝑜𝑒

 His perfect woman lay next to him upon the opulent four poster bed. A slim, lithe and small breasted Hazel-eyed brunette, in her mid to late 20s with skin the colour of porcelain; flawless and marked only by the soft pink of her nipples; and the raven black of her pubic hair which sat in the centre of her pelvis. Short and silky to the touch, it was a joy for his fingers or even the cheeks of his face to behold. 

 No matter how many times they had fucked, no matter how many times he had stared unblinking into her bright brown eyes as he ensconced himself within her. Or how many times she mounted him; none of it was real and never would be. It was all just a fantasy, concocted by an artificial intelligence, to indulge and spoil him. In the real world, his mind and body had been separated, his mind, his being, who he really was had been uploaded into a virtual reality entertainment suite. His body, his flesh, his meat meanwhile, lay upon an operating table. The busy hands of a skilled Doctor and their machine assistant's armatures hard at work, making improvements and fixing flaws.

 The body he had inside the virtual fantasy was not the one currently being operated on, the artificial intelligence had granted him his perfect ideal self. Inside the fantasy he was a muscular man of 6ft5, generously tanned, with shoulder length blond hair and an impressive 10 inch cock. His real self was a skinny and scarred man, emaciated from his time in a war zone and only standing at 5ft8 and sadly missing 4 inches in the trouser department. His hair was also missing, having fallen out in clumps due to radiation exposure. His time in the virtual reality entertainment suite was a much needed vacation from the real him.

 Despite the virtual reality being nothing but a fantasy generated by an A.I that had quite literally read his mind: the hair of his perfect woman gave off a scent, her lips a taste and her moans a sound. A sound so real, so visceral and moving that it made the non existent hairs on the back of his non existent neck stand up. 

 The perfect woman mounted his supine body, her saliva cooling on his chest from her kisses; all of a sudden however, everything faded away into nothingness. An unwelcome oblivion of absolute nothing, that he was well aware of, caused by the Doctor in the real world, who having finished their work upon his body; had removed him from the simulation. The entirety of who he was fit into a drive no bigger than an antique cigarette lighter, which the Doctor deposited into a receiver installed behind the left ear of his real self. His consciousness then mingled with the organic meat of his brain, and before long he returned to reality. 

 Amidst the sounds and smells of the operating theater, the genderless voice of the cyber-surgeon, Doctor Karvelas said: "Welcome back, Mr Valentine. I'm proud to announce the organ replacement, the nano blood therapy and nervous system enhancements have all been a complete success." Doctor Ryan Karvelas was an independant Cyber-Surgeon, under contract from the Capital Cartel to provide surgery and medical care for wounded veterans. They were a skinny individual, that looked like a child in the adult sized medical scrubs that they wore, over their olive skin. Their artificial eyes, were a Godly gold, and their hair, which was shaved close to the skull on the back and sides was a bright yellow. The hair on top of their head was long and pulled back into a professional looking ponytail on the back of their head. 
Valentine opened his eyes and sat up on the operating table, taking in the dingey and not exactly hygienic lab that his surgery had taken place. 𝘋𝘪𝘥 𝘺𝘰𝘶 𝘦𝘹𝘱𝘦𝘤𝘵 𝘢𝘯𝘺𝘵𝘩𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘦𝘭𝘴𝘦 𝘧𝘳𝘰𝘮 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘊𝘢𝘳𝘵𝘦𝘭? said the voice in his head, reminding him of who paid for this surgery.
"Your new organs are all top of the line cyberstock, Kanegawa Industries finest." Doctor Karvelas went on, clearly very proud of their work, or trying to convince Valentine that they were. 
"And the Radiation?" He asked, his voice hoarse and rough from the intubation.
"Gone." Replied Karvelas with a proud and tight smile. "The nano-infusion therapy took care of that." 
"Thank you, Doctor." said Valentine, as he reached for a plastic cup of water that had been placed for him on a nearby table. 
"Oh, don't thank me." the Doctor replied as they slumped down in a chair and began fidgeting on a computer. "Thank the Cartel, without them you'd likely be rotting away in some infirmary right now." 𝘞𝘪𝘵𝘩𝘰𝘶𝘵 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘊𝘢𝘳𝘵𝘦𝘭 𝘐 𝘸𝘰𝘶𝘭𝘥 𝘩𝘢𝘷𝘦 𝘱𝘶𝘵 𝘢 𝘣𝘶𝘭𝘭𝘦𝘵 𝘵𝘩𝘳𝘰𝘶𝘨𝘩 𝘮𝘺 𝘣𝘳𝘢𝘪𝘯, 𝘳𝘢𝘵𝘩𝘦𝘳 𝘵𝘩𝘢𝘵 𝘵𝘩𝘢𝘯 𝘥𝘺𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘴𝘭𝘰𝘸 𝘧𝘳𝘰𝘮 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘳𝘢𝘥𝘪𝘢𝘵𝘪𝘰𝘯