She asked him, "How are you doing?"
Somewhere in his brain, a chemosynthetic drug gland pulsed and released a flood of dopamine-x, washing over his synapses while current flowed through nanofilaments to tickle his pleasure center.
"I'm good," he replied. He smiled and savored his soma.
For those not in the know, "flash fiction" is basically really short stories or vignettes. Mostly they inspire a mood rather than follow a plot. Yes, this story is very short even by flash fiction standards. Yes, it is science fiction.
ReplyDeleteNothing beats sci fi erotica! Just how tickled was his pleasure center?
ReplyDeleteFully.
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