Genetically Modified Humans
The Dystopian Realm (excerpts from)
The melding was two hours long and I felt weak in the knees after it was over. That was the main work that humans did these days. Every color uniform had to meld. Some colors more than others. Purple and Tangerine uniforms had to meld daily. They were the ultra-brains, I guess. We are not allowed to discuss that topic. We were lectured, asking questions about melding was serious treason.
That was the exact word they used. Treason. I could not contemplate melding be treasonous. All you did was place your head in the sensor and meditate for an hour or two. Usually after five minutes you would kind of zone out. The melding sensors were warm, not hot, and vibrated gently. It was comfortable until it ended. You felt foggy in the head when it was over. Like you just worked out your brain on Calculus equations. My boss knew how draining some of the sessions were and allowed me an hour to get to my feet. It was that hard on your brain. We nicknamed melding the brain drain.
On Monday, Wednesday, and Fridays we did two-hour melds. On Tuesday and Thursday only one hour. Saturday and Sundays you did twenty minutes in the morning and evening. Those twenty-minute melds were different. You woke up refreshed and feeling good. For those of us who had coitus privileges it was an electronic aphrodisiac. Whatever they did in those melds it certainly worked for me. But the two-hour meld today left me wiped out. I felt completely drained. My boss told me to hold him closer to my body and then said he needed to be higher near my skull. I laid him flat on my forehead and laid there for forty minutes.
He must have sensed my revival because as I felt better, he told me to go shower again. Today was a little different than others, which happened sometimes. We were going to the Data Drop Zone after lunch. The Data Drop Zone was a huge building in the center of the city. I was not fond of going there but it was not that bad. My job was to place my boss in a slot and then walk back to the human waiting area. There were several thousand Sky-Blues there. We are not allowed to socialize during this period. We had a designated spot and were told to back up against the wall. The wall was made from a certain rubber like plastic. It was a non-conductive material. The part I did not like was when the whirring noise started because you could feel and smell the static electricity in the air. The room was super dry. They used an air filtration system that made the air dry and stale.
You could feel the electromagnetic energy flow through the room and through you. It lasted about ten minutes. Then it was over, and you could talk. It was like the old days when class was over and there would be instantaneous noise and commotion. I waved to Jessica again but did not have a chance to speak with her. My master told me to leave the area thru a side door and hurry up to the main administrative offices. I found this unusual because this was a first. I had never been to the main Admin office. I was not sure, but my boss seemed nervous about this visit. How can a phone seem nervous? But he did.
