Blue Root

CHAPTER FIVE

Proofreading was always a bitch but Brad knew better than to post anything that he hadn’t looked over three times minimum. Last week, he’d screwed up the model number on a receiver. Technochron jammed his inbox and every member of their massive fan base shot him an email on top of it. They could’ve posted to his message board and blog, but no, that wasn’t enough for them.

His inbox had been slammed so hard it was necessary to post the correction along with his apologies directly to the homepage as well as on the review page, blog and message board. Scanning through all the Technochron mail had taken about four hours. He would have deleted everything, but then he might have also killed something important from someone he actually knew, like Mike for instance.

Or maybe Danny messaging from his handheld because he blew a tire and needed help before the tow truck came and deposited his car in the impound lot for being older than three years and broken on the side of the road. That was a stupid law anyway.

“Aw hell.” Brad’s thoughts were running away again. Back to the review…

The Blue Root from BlueCentric Laboratories

While it isn’t my usual fare, I have decided to post a bit about the Blue Root. Yes, it’s a sex toy. Yes, it has nothing to do with media delivery…or does it?

It certainly has the capability to receive and transmit programming. Isn’t that what media delivery systems do? Sure, the Blue Root isn’t exactly audio plus video, but it does transmit media–tangible sensation. It has the same versatility as a video game, the same storytelling capability as a vid, but with the added bonus that it can remember what you like and give it to you that way every time. And if for any reason, you decide you want it a little differently, just let it know and it’ll serve that up for you, too. It won’t even accuse you of being hard to please.

Yeah, gaming can be done with several partners, but that’s been exactly that–done. The Blue Root is the first device to offer multiple partners…transposed when previously no two bodies could occupy the same space at the same time. Sure, the human component gets completely lost sometimes, but as far as getting the job done when the real thing isn’t available, the Blue Root emerges as the hands down winner without any competition other than manual stimulation. And the Blue Root can keep going while you’re occupying yourself with other projects.

Technologically, the Blue Root has leapt into a whole other category. Bluetooth technology being used in a new and rather interesting manner. All of the available patches and accessories are fully supported. The controller is programmed to look for them and use them if they are available. No upgrading necessary. Those capabilities are already built in.

I know I have yet to discover everything the Blue Root is capable of, but I’m sure that I won’t be the only curious one. The user interface is simple, yet multi-layered. The quick and easy stuff right on top and the details down below. And the unit is discreet. You can wear it all the time without anyone knowing about it. The only giveaway being the controller. They recommend fastening it to your wrist so you can get to it easily, but its Skintite technology allows it to be stuck anywhere you want to hide it.

My only dislike of the Blue Root is the programming. I’ve had more success in manual mode with partners or creating and modifying programs. But all in all, this thing is genius. Price-pointed to sell and all components are readily available just about anywhere. I consider this one of the best inventions of at least this year, if not, this century. And I’m not a sex fiend, I swear it. Try using your Blue Root as an alarm clock and you’ll see what I mean about how handy it can be.

–Magneton’s musing about the Blue Root. Feel free to quote me on it.

That was enough for now. Brad scanned it one more time to make sure he didn’t say anything stupid and then uploaded it to his review site. Magneton strikes again. Easy night.

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The next morning, Brad’s first stop was checking his message board to see if he’d screwed anything up. He was one of the few honest reviewers on the planet; therefore one of the few respected ones. Brad simply couldn’t be bought, no matter how good or bad the product, or who made it, he laid down his reviews in real time rather than fluffing just because a company gave him perks or free equipment.

Whoa. The board had exploded. There was everything from him being ponasked and eaten by devils for posting about such a thing that was best kept behind closed doors to complete agreement with his observations.

Someone posted about a commanding driver called AdBeGone. That was a file definitely worth tracking down. The damn vibe and commercial after every experience was the worst. And if the unit wasn’t turned off, the ad repeated every hour.

There was also a program called Carnal Bacchanal, created by some hacker named Jeulmist. The people on the board went on and on about how the program’s attention to detail was incredible and that it could practically read your mind and body as it went along.

Jeulmist. Let’s see what this hacker’s got.

Brad didn’t find anything on Jeulmist so he searched Carnal Bacchanal and came up with plenty of sites where he could download it. They all warned that it was a long program, so in order to use it, either have the necessary time or mod it into the time available. That sounded great.

Carnal Bacchanal autoloaded. He put on his male organ stimulator and made sure his robe was fastened before sitting back in his chair and powering on his controller.

>>The Blue Root
<<Featuring Skintite technology

>>I see you have downloaded Carnal Baccanal
<<This program intensifies through the use of accessories including patches.
>>Would you like to fasten yours on now?

So, it remembered what accessories he had, did it? Out of curiosity, he fastened one patch to each of his palms. Then, positioned the scrotal stimulator.

>>Thank you
<<Please choose from the following options

>>Run Carnal Bacchanal
<<Modify Carnal Bacchanal
>>Run a different program

Brad touched run Carnal Bacchanal, expecting it to prompt him for a readiness program, but the beginning of the program resembled a nice gradual readiness program. The stimulation a slow and warming vibration.

He looked at the patches on his palms as they sent tingles up his arms. It had always felt good to reach out and touch someone, but he’d never thought his hands to be quite so erogenous.

Fascinated by the sensation, he ran a hand through his hair to see what it would feel like. Interesting. Not quite erotic, but surprisingly stimulating.

He pressed his hands on his knees, then his elbows, then pressed the backs of his hands together. Weird, but intriguing–energizing as his heart rate increased. The palm patches could probably keep him occupied for hours just by touching things. Against his chair, the vibration seemed to amplify.

As the experience increased, he continued touching random body parts and furniture while assessing the toy’s performance. The programmer was truly incredible. Jeulmist had an intricate grasp on sexual stimulation. Or maybe this particular hacker preferred the same methods as Brad did.

The patches, in association with the organ accessories, invoked sensation throughout his entire body as though he was immersed in one big giant patch.

Oh, to be inside this hacker’s mind when this program was being written. What a delightful thinking place. A real phrontistery of lust. A cornucopia of sexual inspiration. Oh hell yeah.

Brad continued to experiment by touching his shoulder through his robe, then touching his bare chest. Okay, note to self–patches on hands…very good idea. Must get more to use elsewhere. Carnal Bacchanal…best program without a doubt.

After an hour of pure, raw, carnal bacchanal, Brad peeled off all the patches and accessories and stumbled toward the shower. What he really needed was a nap to recover from being so near complete sensory overload. Tossing his robe into the laundry chute, he stepped into the cascade of water and sat down on the ledge.

The program had been a wild and exciting ride. It still lacked the human component, but it definitely didn’t lack in what a person sexually wanted. Who the hell was Jeulmist?

After cleaning up and doing his best to mentally rejuvenate, Brad went back to his site and posted an addendum to his review:

Carnal Bacchanal has got to be the best program for the Blue Root. Get your hands on a copy and experiment with patch placement. It’s downright phenomenal.