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the door.
"So how'd that make you feel?" I thunked a beer down on the counter as I cast a wary eye upon him.
"It was nice." He answered neutrally. The same answer he had given every other time I'd asked him.
"That's not what I'm asking. Tell me how did that song make you feel so I can home in on your tastes?" I grabbed a spot on the barstool that grew up out of the floor at my command.
"It made me feel...normal." Aldoo seemed mystified at my exact meaning.
I sat back with a grimace on my face as I gave it a thought. From what I'd read about quasi-musical species, until I find the genre that clicks for him, music would just be a series of noises to Aldoo. Never having tried the stuff, he failed to understand what all the fuss was about.
I had no idea what he'd like so I was all over the road with different music. Played some Reggae, Caribbean, a little Garth, and all of the Divas: Mariah, Whitney, Aretha, Julie Andrews, and Elton John. But nope, no interest from the big guy. Hell, I even tried to chat him up just to get the guy to chill a little.
Getting a little flustered, I scanned the thousands of musical genres available at my disposal. It occurred to me that mebbe he wasn't getting it because he wasn't letting his feet explain it to him. Immediately my finger settled on exactly the right track. It was precise, melodic, and the perfect Waltz. I just grabbed the big lug and yanked him onto the dance floor.
"See, you just step with the music. You hear that beat? One two three, one two three. That's a Waltz." I gave him a leering smile as I watched his biological indicators spike. I could see with my eyes that the guy was practically on overload. He'd been a year or more in his new human body and I think he was going a little buggy. I know I sure as hell was.
"I'm not required to complete any courses on dance." He pointed out as I pulled him along across the floor.
"See, that's the thing about music, you gotta let it move you. Just go with the flow, let the music take over." Winking, I tried to set him at ease.
Without even asking, I tapped into his systems and changed his outerwear to a tuxedo. That's the thing about being morphic; you don't actually wear clothes because the clothes are just part of you.
Aldoo looked better than a plate of hors d'oeuvres in that tux. I was just admiring how well he filled his jacket when he returned the favor by switching my outerwear to a little black dress that barely covered my ass. I woulda objected except that I looked really good in that dress. Shoes were okay, but that dress made me look sensational. Right away I could feel this sense of contagious lust from Aldoo, like he was broadcasting it from a big radio tower or something. It was the strangest thing I'd ever felt, like I was sharing his emotions. And I'm not talking about some topical effect, whatever he was doing...I was about to chip a tooth I wanted him so damned bad. Oooooooh I wanted him...
See, I didn't know what was going on because I wasn't that far into my studies, I hadn't learned about Emanations yet. What're Emanations? Didja ever know someone who told you they could see your aura? Well they were prolly fulla shit. But the truth is that all living things have an aura of some type. Really it's just a natural dissipation of their ambient energy, but if you have the right equipment set for the right frequency and wavelength you can detect it. With my DuNai eyes I can actually see it, measure its intensity, frequency, and spectrum. I'm telling you, these enhanced eyes are really something else.
So what in the hell does an aura have to do with anything? You gotta remember that a big part of a Temporal Editor's job is influencing people to do things you need done. The Onkx
"So how'd that make you feel?" I thunked a beer down on the counter as I cast a wary eye upon him.
"It was nice." He answered neutrally. The same answer he had given every other time I'd asked him.
"That's not what I'm asking. Tell me how did that song make you feel so I can home in on your tastes?" I grabbed a spot on the barstool that grew up out of the floor at my command.
"It made me feel...normal." Aldoo seemed mystified at my exact meaning.
I sat back with a grimace on my face as I gave it a thought. From what I'd read about quasi-musical species, until I find the genre that clicks for him, music would just be a series of noises to Aldoo. Never having tried the stuff, he failed to understand what all the fuss was about.
I had no idea what he'd like so I was all over the road with different music. Played some Reggae, Caribbean, a little Garth, and all of the Divas: Mariah, Whitney, Aretha, Julie Andrews, and Elton John. But nope, no interest from the big guy. Hell, I even tried to chat him up just to get the guy to chill a little.
Getting a little flustered, I scanned the thousands of musical genres available at my disposal. It occurred to me that mebbe he wasn't getting it because he wasn't letting his feet explain it to him. Immediately my finger settled on exactly the right track. It was precise, melodic, and the perfect Waltz. I just grabbed the big lug and yanked him onto the dance floor.
"See, you just step with the music. You hear that beat? One two three, one two three. That's a Waltz." I gave him a leering smile as I watched his biological indicators spike. I could see with my eyes that the guy was practically on overload. He'd been a year or more in his new human body and I think he was going a little buggy. I know I sure as hell was.
"I'm not required to complete any courses on dance." He pointed out as I pulled him along across the floor.
"See, that's the thing about music, you gotta let it move you. Just go with the flow, let the music take over." Winking, I tried to set him at ease.
Without even asking, I tapped into his systems and changed his outerwear to a tuxedo. That's the thing about being morphic; you don't actually wear clothes because the clothes are just part of you.
Aldoo looked better than a plate of hors d'oeuvres in that tux. I was just admiring how well he filled his jacket when he returned the favor by switching my outerwear to a little black dress that barely covered my ass. I woulda objected except that I looked really good in that dress. Shoes were okay, but that dress made me look sensational. Right away I could feel this sense of contagious lust from Aldoo, like he was broadcasting it from a big radio tower or something. It was the strangest thing I'd ever felt, like I was sharing his emotions. And I'm not talking about some topical effect, whatever he was doing...I was about to chip a tooth I wanted him so damned bad. Oooooooh I wanted him...
See, I didn't know what was going on because I wasn't that far into my studies, I hadn't learned about Emanations yet. What're Emanations? Didja ever know someone who told you they could see your aura? Well they were prolly fulla shit. But the truth is that all living things have an aura of some type. Really it's just a natural dissipation of their ambient energy, but if you have the right equipment set for the right frequency and wavelength you can detect it. With my DuNai eyes I can actually see it, measure its intensity, frequency, and spectrum. I'm telling you, these enhanced eyes are really something else.
So what in the hell does an aura have to do with anything? You gotta remember that a big part of a Temporal Editor's job is influencing people to do things you need done. The Onkx
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