Rewired_ The Post-Cyberpunk Anthology - James Patrick Kelly [42]
I touched myself a little too. I tried not to think about the audience. I was a little confused about what was what in the suit and with her breathing in my ear so loud but I got the desired result. That wasn’t hard for me.
Then I could go back to the drawers but Kromer had made me embarrassed about visiting Mr. Sneeze so I went to Mars even though I would have liked to talk to him.
The audience was all stirred up at the next break. They were sure getting their money’s worth now. I got into Gloria’s cot. I asked her if she did it with her own hands too. “You didn’t have to do that,” she said.
“How else?”
“I just pretended. I don’t think they can tell. They just want to see you wiggle around.”
Well some of the women from the town hadn’t wiggled around enough I guess because Kromer and Ed were taking them out of the contest. A couple of them were crying.
“I wish I hadn’t,” I said.
“It’s the same either way,” said Gloria. “Don’t feel bad. Probably some other people did it too.”
They didn’t kick Lane out but I saw she was crying anyway.
Kromer brought a man into the back and said to me, “Get into your own cot, little snowman.”
“Let him stay,” said Gloria. She wasn’t looking at Kromer.
“I’ve got someone here who wants to meet you,” said Kromer to Gloria. “Mr. Warren, this is Gloria.”
Mr. Warren shook her hand. He was pretty old. “I’ve been admiring you,” he said. “You’re very good.”
“Mr. Warren is wondering if you’d let him buy you a drink,” said Kromer.
“Thanks, but I need some sleep,” said Gloria.
“Perhaps later,” said Mr. Warren.
After he left, Kromer came back and said, “You shouldn’t pass up easy money.”
“I don’t need it,” said Gloria. “I’m going to win your contest, you goddamn pimp.”
“Now, Gloria,” said Kromer. “You don’t want to give the wrong impression.”
“Leave me alone.”
I noticed now that Anne wasn’t around in the rest area and I got the idea that the kind of easy money Gloria didn’t want Anne did. I’m not so dumb.
Worrying about the Sexathon had stopped me from feeling how tired I was. Right after that I started nodding off in the scapes. I had to keep moving around. After I’d been to a few new things I went to see the snowman again. It was early in the morning and I figured Kromer was probably asleep and there was barely any audience to see what I was doing on my television. So Mr. Sneeze and I talked and that helped me stay awake.
I wasn’t the only one who was tired after that night. On the next break I saw that a bunch of people had dropped out or been kicked out for sleeping. There were only seventeen left. I couldn’t stay awake myself. But I woke up when I heard some yelling over where Lane was.
It was her parents. I guess they heard about the Sexathon, maybe from her boyfriend, who was there too. Lane was sitting crying behind Fearing who was telling her parents to get out of there, and her father just kept saying, “I’m her father! I’m her father!” Her mother was pulling at Fearing but Ed came over and pulled on her.
I started to get up but Gloria grabbed my arm and said, “Stay out of this.”
“Lane doesn’t want to see that guy,” I said.
“Let the townies take care of themselves, Lewis. Let Lane’s daddy take her home if he can. Worse could happen to her.”
“You just want her out of the contest,” I said.
Gloria laughed. “I’m not worried about your girlfriend outlasting me,” she said. “She’s about to break no matter what.”
So I just watched. Kromer and Ed got Lane’s parents and boyfriend pushed out of the