It's The Future
But Not As You Know It!
by Ed Kilpatrick
Part Seven – Sam Tyler in the 23rd century:
Saturday morning came soon enough but I still had a few hours to prepare before noon and the preset time that Erin would hopefully call me back to her time. It was February but my house was warm and I was keen to wear something special for the occasion. I decided on red underwear (for danger). This meant a pair of red satin pants and red bra. I had never worn Erin's red tights to this day but it seemed the right occasion to give them an outing. Happy with my decision, I slipped into a silk, floral print dress, which really contrasted with my now bright red legs. It was a bit much for the 21st century but maybe not in the 23rd century? A simple pair of red shoes went with my red tights and to complete my outfit, a simple silk scarf tied tightly around my neck with a knot to the right of my neck. I felt great and headed down for some breakfast.
By now it was eleven and I was keen to prepare the pod for my departure. I went back to my bedroom and placed the brastlet around my right wrist, which meant I wouldn't clash with the gold watch on my left wrist. I then headed down to the basement and into the pod. I checked I had the remote control with me and so I wasn't going to panic and leave the pod too early, I set the timer for 20:00 hours tonight. This means no matter what happens now; I'll be stuck in here for eight hours, giving Erin every opportunity to beam me up! As soon as the pod door was closed, I sat on the bunk to wait on twelve noon. This was probably the first time I'd ever locked myself in a cell without any handcuffs or restraint at all. I had done a few overnight sessions in the past few years but even then, I would have handcuffed my wrists to the top of the bunk to add that little extra to my self enforced, bondage experience.
My watch now showed it just before twelve. I'd no idea what I should do? Should I just sit on the bunk or stand up in the same position Erin did when she beamed in and out two years earlier? In the end I stood up with my back to the wall, looking towards the bunk and the remote control in my right hand. I then started to feel a tingle start from the brastlet on my right wrist, which soon spread up my arm and throughout my body. Everything even went black for a second as if I'd passed out but when I opened my eyes, I was still standing in my pod, looking at the same bunk but the duvet was a different colour and hadn't been messed up from the point I stood up only a few seconds ago. Could I now be in the 23rd century?
I put the remote down on the bed and headed over to the pod door, it was locked and there was no way for me to escape. I shouted out to Erin but there was no sound. I started to look around the cell but there didn't seem to be much different. The toilet was still there and the bunk. The Perspex door seemed to be made of thicker Plexiglas and there were now six holes in the glass about my eye level. Apart from that, I really couldn't believe that I'd travelled 200 years into the future. I then heard some noise outside:
"Erin, is that you," I called out? "Erin, please let me out," I shouted!"
It was then I saw the love of my life for the first time in nearly two years!
"Hi there Sam or should I say Samantha, You look great by the way," said Erin as she approached the six holes in the cell door as we stared at each other. "Welcome to the 23rd century."
I could hardly believe what she was saying, was I really 200 years into the future?
"Erin, come on sweetheart, please let me out, I'm dying to kiss you," I pleaded!
Erin then looked at me and smiled. She explained that the door was locked in timer mode and wouldn't open for another hour. She had a lot to explain to me about the future or should I now say, 'the current time?'
"Sam, I can send you back at anytime using this remote control," explained Erin as she pulled a chair over to the outside of my locked cell and sat down. "If at any point you want to go back, I'd rather do it before getting close to you again. I fell in love with you two years ago and I have thought about you every day since but times have changed since the 21st century and I will understand it if you decide to go back so I don't want to have any further contact with you until you are 100% sure about spending some time with me!"
I looked through the Perspex at Erin and placed two hands on he glass in front of her:
"Erin, I fell in love with you two years ago also and no matter what happens now, I want to spend at least the next two weeks with you until we work out what our future looks like."
Erin looked back at with her big beautiful blue eyes and with a tear dripping down her cheek she began to let me in on what has happened to the world in the last 200 years:
"Sam, you already know that in 2090, scientists perfected fusion at room temperature," explained Erin.
I do remember her telling me this two years ago and the war that followed.
Erin then proceeded: "Within fifteen years everything was beginning to use this new technology and the first world no longer needed internal combustion engines. Houses, offices, cars, trucks, trains and even planes were all using this new form of power by 2120 and the economy of the Middle East started to break down. Middle Eastern Islamic terrorist sleeper cells started to attack European cites, week in, week out. There was then civil unrest across Europe until finally the largest Islamic army attacked Europe from all sides, which brought the entire continent, including the UK to its knees in less than two years."
"What about the US Erin," I asked?
Erin looked me and began to cry and then told me that the American countries, north and south closed down all communications with Europe, leaving the Europeans on their own.
"You see Sam," Erin went on to say: "The Americans closed down all communications with Europe and so did Australia and Japan; worrying they might be next. No more flights, no more container ships or commerce at all from the America's. We were then left to suffer for the next 50 years at the hands of a new and ultra fanatical Islamic dictatorship. Like the Taliban in Afghanistan during your time, men and woman had to adopt Islamic cultures, which got worse over time, which meant woman became second class citizens and even had to cover up in the most hideous barques you'd ever seen. The history books showed this to be one of the worst eras in the history of this planet."
I looked at Erin who was an emotional wreck, telling me this story that had still to happen many years beyond my life time!
"Erin," I asked. "Times must have changed if you are the CEO of Tyler Law Enforcement?
Erin looked back at me through the Perspex and said:
"Yes Sam, things did change!" In 2175, the American president of the time Caroline Clinton, the great grand daughter of Chelsea Clinton and therefore the great, great grand daughter of the first female American president, Hilary Clinton made the first diplomatic visit to London. She was the first person from the federated states of North and South America to visit Europe in over 50 years. President Clinton was sympatric to Islamic ways and wore a bright red satin Burqua herself, with only her eyes showing. Air Force One arrived at Heathrow Airport that afternoon after a two hour supersonic flight from Washington DC. With Caroline Clinton came death; the plague in a matter of days"
I sat there listening attentively to Erin as she tried to consolidate the last 200 years history of planet earth in less than an hour:
"Sam, you'll not believe this but within days all the men of south east England started to feel sick and they all started to die. The government was slow to realise what had happened so by the time Caroline Clinton was back in the Oval Office, the plague had made it to continental Europe and was spreading like wild fire to the east."
"So What you are saying Erin is that there are no men left in the world," I asked with a smile thinking that getting laid in the 23rd century was going to be easy.
"Sam, it isn't funny," explained Erin. "Within two years, from Ireland to eastern Russia, 90% of the world's male population had gone! President Clinton said it was her gift to free Europe but it only took another five years for that to backfire on the America's as the plague reached them and wiped out over 98% of the male population of the new federated continent of America. As you can imagine, Caroline Clinton was hounded out of office and in the end executed for her crimes but this left the world a very different place. It is now 2217 Sam and ten years ago we found a cure for the plague but the virus was dying anyway. Before you leave the pod, I'll have to inject you with the antivirus just in case but you've nothing to fear except what we are left with."
I couldn't believe what Erin was telling me but without a lot of men around, woman had to start doing a lot more for themselves! In the Americas the new post Clinton government put in place forced breeding programmes. All men that were still alive were hounded down and sent to prisons that used them like lab rates to ensure that what sperm was left, was used to get the continent back on its feet. All baby girls were left with their mother but baby boys were taken by the government and the mothers didn't care as they became very rich for every baby boy that was born.
In Europe things were different. Any men that were left became slaves to their mistresses and bought and sold, even rented for private breeding programmes. Erin explained that she owned several men but was found it hard as she always fell in love with them. She couldn't bare children so in the end, she sold her male slaves for vast profits to continue the growth of Tyler Law Enforcement, which by the way was now operating in every part of the newly federated Europe.
"So Sam," Erin went on to explain." You're now in the completely fucked up 23rd century and do you still want to stay?
I looked at Erin and smiled telling her that I had now got at least two weeks to sample what this new, fucked up world had to offer.
"Sam, one of the reasons I didn't bring you back with me two years ago was I wanted to get Transformation up and running first. Without the suit you're now wearing, you would have to be my slave and I'm afraid men have it very tough in the 23rd century. There are no male cloths anymore. Females who are lucky enough to own a man; or mistresses as they're called; keep them in extremely tight feminine clothing and as a hang up from the Islamic days. All men outside now have to wear burqua's and are paraded like toys in public places chained and handcuffed so none of them can ever escape. Your GPS based cuffing system ensures that male restrain is always on until they get back to their mistresses homes and like you did back in the 21st century, all mistresses have basement pods like this one to keep their prised toy safe from any other female. Male chastity belts are common on every man for his own safety so I didn't want you to have to experience this part of the 23rd century."
I remind Erin that loved bondage and to be honest, I quite fancied the idea of being her toy in the outside world. Erin smiled and by then the magnetic lock opened the pod door and I was able to hug the love of my life for the first time in two years. We kissed patiently before heading upstairs to a mouse that looked completely different, 200 years into the future. Erin insisted that I had the anti virus injection. I hated needles but this went straight through my new female skin and into my male body underneath.
"Sam, you'll feel a little tired but a good nights sleep and you'll feel great tomorrow," explained Erin.
I was tired so after dinner and some TV on the latest techno, which was terrible I have to say because it was 100% geared towards a female audience.
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