Rewired_ The Post-Cyberpunk Anthology - James Patrick Kelly [76]
Then the lights dimmed, and her thoughts shattered like glass.
They stood stock still, as instructed, close but not touching. Benjamin whispered, “This is taking too long,” and Anne shushed him. You weren’t supposed to talk; it could glitch the sims. But it did seem a long time. Benjamin gazed at her with hungry eyes and brought his lips close enough for a kiss, but Anne smiled and turned away. There’d be plenty of time later for fooling around.
Through the wall, they heard music, the tinkle of glassware, and the mutter of overlapping conversation. “Maybe I should just check things out,” Benjamin said, and broke his pose.
“No, wait,” whispered Anne, catching his arm. But her hand passed right through him in a stream of colorful noise. She looked at her hand in amused wonder.
Anne’s father came through the wall. He stopped when he saw her and said, “Oh, how lovely.” Anne noticed he wasn’t wearing a tuxedo.
“You just walked through the wall,” said Benjamin.
“Yes, I did,” said Anne’s father. “Ben asked me to come in here and…ah… orient you two.”
“Is something wrong?” said Anne, through a fuzz of delight.
“There’s nothing wrong,” replied her father.
“Something’s wrong?” asked Benjamin.
“No, no,” replied the old man. “Quite the contrary. We’re having a do out there…” He paused to look around. “Actually, in here. I’d forgotten what this room used to look like.”
“Is that the wedding reception?” Anne asked.
“No, your anniversary.”
Suddenly Benjamin threw his hands into the air and exclaimed, “I get it, we’re the sims!”
“That’s my boy,” said Anne’s father.
“All my sims say that, don’t they? I just never expected to be a sim.”
“Good for you,” said Anne’s father. “All right then.” He headed for the wall. “We’ll be along shortly.”
“Wait,” said Anne, but he was already gone.
Benjamin walked around the room, passing his hand through chairs and lamp shades like a kid. “Isn’t this fantastic?” he said.
Anne felt too good to panic, even when another Benjamin, this one dressed in jeans and sportscoat, led a group of people through the wall. “And this,” he announced with a flourish of his hand, “is our wedding sim.” Cathy was part of this group, and Janice and Beryl, and other couples she knew. But strangers too. “Notice what a cave I used to inhabit,” the new Benjamin went on, “before Annie fixed it up. And here’s the blushing bride, herself,” he said, and bowed gallantly to Anne. Then, when he stood next to his double, her Benjamin, Anne laughed, for someone was playing a prank on her.
“Oh, really?” she said. “If this is a sim, where’s the goggles?” For indeed, no one was wearing goggles.
“Technology!” exclaimed the new Benjamin. “We had our system upgraded. Don’t you love it?”
“Is that right?” she said, smiling at the guests to let them know she wasn’t fooled. “Then where’s the real me?”
“You’ll be along,” replied the new Benjamin. “No doubt you’re using the potty again.” The guests laughed and so did Anne. She couldn’t help herself.
Cathy drew her aside with a look. “Don’t mind him,” she said. “Wait till you see.”
“See what?” said Anne. “What’s going on?” But Cathy pantomimed pulling a zipper across her lips. This should have annoyed Anne, but didn’t, and she said, “At least tell me who those people are.”
“Which people?” said Cathy. “Oh, those are Anne’s new neighbors.”
“New neighbors?”
“And over there, that’s Dr. Yurek Rutz, Anne’s department head.”
“That’s not my department head,” said Anne.
“Yes, he is,” Cathy said. “Anne’s not with the university anymore. She — ah—moved to a private school.”
“That’s ridiculous.”
“Maybe we should just wait and let Anne catch you up on things.” She looked impatiently toward the wall. “So much has changed.” Just then, another Anne entered through the wall, with one arm outstretched like a sleepwalker and the other protectively cradling an enormous belly.
Benjamin, her Benjamin, gave a whoop of surprise