Garamed Sanzhi was a numan with human traces: genital remainders, rogue chemistries, obsessive urges, irrational behaviors, prone to bursting in, breaking down, stammering, rubbing things, talking to the walls and floors. He wanted to end it all on the Suicide Show. He wanted to die for love.
I had to tell him. First of all I said I could kill him in two minutes without even touching him, and I had an hour to fill. Secondly I told him his reason for dying was so disgusting that nobody would contribute. Thirdly I pointed out that if nobody contributes, nobody wins: he fades to black, lucky boy, while the rest of us back here have to pay for his trip. Doesn't work that way.
What got me about Garamed Sanzhi was how well he cried and begged and pleaded -- it was very musical: not so loud as to overpower my voice, not so soft as to be lost under the crowd. I sensed talent, so I probed on and subthought with the staff, who agreed. We connected to Sanzhi's coupler, whose name was Skaal. She filled in a lot of blanks.
Skaal was a v9 pleasure preset whose talents the humans considered miraculous, while the numans saw in her nothing special beyond her exceptional gymnastic skills. As to why she was willing to allow every manner of orificial plunging, we numans did not know and were not curious. We wince and turn away.
Generally. But Skaal was something different now that she stood there in my office. Breathtaking. Of course the v9 didn't hurt, but what the human brought to the table was somehow irresistible. Unkillable almost. I liked her immediately, we all did, we were supposed to. We were inclined to do whatever she said. Personally, I felt plunged.
With Garamed gone we filled her in but Skaal could not remember a Garamed Sanzhi, which was odd for a hybrid, but true nonetheless, so I waved him to her and she smiled. She was actually very pretty, lack of scales aside, more advanced than I'd originally thought. Skaal hadn't forgotten Garamed Sanzhi. She'd deleted him.
She fed me pictures. Stalking, drugging, tazing, beating, jailing -- not of her, but her companions. They would begin to mount then disappear: they were there, then not there. Replaced by Garamed Sanzhi, proposing union again. This went on for a staggeringly long time.
Skaal was a dedicated preset that couldn't handle a life without purpose. She began to degrade. Standing there in that office looking at her tits we all wanted to oil her and told her so which perked her up -- but you had to be careful with these v9s because she was on her back on the desk with her legs in the air before we finished our sentence. But what she was doing to herself was something she seemed to be proud of, so rather than turn away as we preferred, we looked on delightedly with the idea in mind that to do so was to feed her.
While she was occupied, we kicked it around. Nobody worked the love-sex angle anymore, not even the History Channel. Between us, the scenario unfolded in brief: first they'll have sex, then she kills him. The simplicity astounded us. We all took a step back. Perfect. Everybody gets what they want, including Skaal, probably. Publicity and all. Skaal caught the picture and sat up, ready to sign. We pulled Garamed back in later, separately, we didn't want a scene, and signed him immediately.
The best laid plans are prone, of course, to failure. And that's what made the Show such a success. The more things screwed up, the more they loved it.
We planned to bring out Garamed out first, after his vio, but two minutes in we had 50,000 fans ready to kill him right now. That was unexpected. Our fans weren't killers, just watchers. We knew Garamed would disgust them, but we weren't prepared for their reaction to his sonnets. So we scrubbed him for the first slot and brought out Skaal -- no vio -- just brought her out.
She came out swinging -- on a rope: magnificent. Starting from the peak of the stadium, she sailed over the seats and across the stage and up and above the crowd on the other side, coming back on a slightly new trajectory, legs wide open, more naked than a numan could ever be. V9s had no scales whatsoever and were known to have secret slots which historians once believed were portals for maintenance.
Not after that show! Skaal was brilliant. She said no music. We argued and lost. So she did her rope trick in silence. In silence! See the v if you don't believe me. Fifty-thousand people not a peep. Including the postfetals! They were full of subthought questions, mainly about those two big bouncy bags of blubber, but their guides were just as dumbfounded.
It wasn't until the show was over that we learned from the Center for Disease Control why our audience had been so captivated by Skaal the v9. Shortly after she appeared, monitors began detecting a hormonal sea change over the vast audience. Something called testosterone was manufacturing itself in numan bodies, and before long they were making estrogen too, another ancient chemical left over from our human roots. Before the show was over, many of the postfetals were naked and humping each other -- so cute we did a featurette, it was even a fad for awhile, people hugging and kissing and "fooling around" as they called it -- but it died out after a month or two, thank G.
When we finally brought out Garamed, it was strange. He got a standing O. They understood! They got it. They could see why he'd want to die for the v9, sort of. Not really, but sort of. And they felt bad for the guy anyway because he was such a meep. He was like a Prince in a fairytale dying of a broken heart.
The low point, unfortunately, came during copulation, so gruesome it would be impolite to describe. We handled most of it with cutaway reactions. The band sped it up. We took a break early and I gave Skaal a few timely tips: pain keeps them alive longer, small wounds hurt more and kill slower than big ones. She knew.
When we came back she had just the right touch, using her fingernails until his limbs were stripped and his torso was liked pulled chicken. As easy as it is to kill a human, he still wasn't through, so she worked on his face, mostly cosmetic, but the human head bleeds freely, looks good on v, and he drained right on time, but not without a terrific finish, wherein Skaal reached into him and pulled out his spine! This is what we got from saying yes to an amateur. Skaal took us to a new level.
I hired her immediately after the show. Don't know why. I just wanted her so badly. Needed her. It was hard to explain. Still is. Probably always will be. She was the worst thing I ever did. And she's the one who put me down here, underfoot, for your viewing pleasure.