Under-Toronto
In memory of r/milliondollarextreme
I.
Caleb held the round blue tablet between his thumb and forefinger, rolling it back and forth deliberately and gazing through numb eyes at the letters PM engraved in its chalky surface. The thought of not taking it was both thrilling and terrifying in equal measure.
The front door slid open, shunting him out of his trance, and he jolted up at the sight of Tiffany in the doorway. It was already four in the afternoon, and Caleb was gripped by a familiar shame at how hed spent his day. Schizophrenic flitting from one thing to the next, in and out of VRD, playing video games, scrolling down the infinite list of Type posts, sulking, his brain growing more scattered as the minutes and hours slipped away.
Tiffany sat beside him on the couch and kissed his cheek. Hey, she said, are you going to take that or just look at it? Her breath, which smelled of processed sugar, brushed against Calebs face, and he smiled at her.
Hey, yeah he said, reaching for the glass on the coffee table and throwing the tablet to the back of his throat. The water flushed the medication down his tubes. Tiffany switched into VRD and Caleb watched her mouth fall ajar and her eyes go blank as they lit up a soft blue. Even in this undignified state her authentic beauty went some way to rescuing her. Her long, glossy brown hair and rose-colored cheeks made Caleb feel hideous by comparison. His thinning hair had receded into a pitiful wispy tip on his pale forehead and deep blue-grey circles drooped beneath his eyes.
Seeing how pathetic VRD made another person look, however, was sometimes enough for him to think twice about switching in himself. On this occasion he studied the living room for something else to occupy his attention while Tiffany caught up on her feeds. His mind, as it often did, went to the mysterious ingenuity of the higher humanity that cocooned him. The units opaque sheen its ultra-smooth white walls, its furnishings with perfect round edges, its impossibly-slick devices betraying not a clue of their inner workings - hid the ghosts of a million technological breakthroughs within. After some time, he looked back at Tiffany.
Tiff, Tiff. She heard him but didnt respond. Tiff, he said, louder. She switched out of VRD and raised an eyebrow at him in mock irritation. How was your day? Caleb asked.
Good, she said, exhaling. Except that kid Mo whos been acting out. He snatched a toy from one of the girls today and manically oppressed at her. She paused with regret in her eyes. You know, it must be hard for him, because his dad is Security, so he sees how a guy can behave without the medication. Its probably really confusing.
His dad follows the same laws as the rest of us. Why would him being an Alpha affect the kid?
It does, Ive seen enough to know that. Even when a guy is the most law-abiding saint in the underground, that testosterone usually still emanates from them. It definitely influences their kids, subconsciously or something. Tiffanys eyes had been possessed by an animal lust she hardly bothered to hide. Caleb sometimes wondered if she fantasized about being with an Alpha, but he suspected she found the idea too unsuited to the life of idle, unquestioned comfort she craved. How about you, how was your day? she asked, massaging his hand with sympathetic fingers.
Same old, I dont know where the time goes. He trailed off and looked towards the kitchen. You hungry?
Starving. Tiffany lifted her head and raised her voice. Speak, grab me mac and cheese and banana soymilk. The shimmering silver robot lying dormant on the kitchen floor sprang to life, its electromechanical arms and legs unfolding out of a cube shape into a full humanoid form. Coming right up, the bots chipper female voice responded as it moonwalked across the linoleum floor. It leaned into the food storage container, pulled out a plastic tray labelled MACARONI & CHEESE from the heated meals draw, then turned to the right, bent down, and reached for one of the bottles marked BANANA-FLAVORED SOYMILK in the cold drinks draw. It swiveled, lifelike, and placed them on the coffee table by Tiffany. She tore apart the cellophane lid, pulled out the clear plastic fork and sunk it into the soft pasta, which was glued together by luminescent yellow-orange cheese.
Ill have the same, please, Caleb said.
Coming right up. The bot went back to food storage and collected Calebs meal while Tiffany took a protracted gulp of creamy yellow liquid.
What will they do with that kid, Mo? Caleb asked through a mouthful of sticky macaroni.
Hes only six. Usually they just stick to the curriculum, keep teaching them about positive masculinity, and they get ironed out. If that doesnt work after a few more years theyll test him at a higher dosage. One way or another.
Talk of the curriculum and positive masculinity gave Caleb flashbacks to the subtle horror of School and made his chest shudder. But he could still turn out to be an Alpha, right? I mean, his dad is.
I dont think that has much of a bearing. Usually the aggressive boys who have to be given special attention or up-dosed early on dont end up becoming Alpha material, because it takes too much out of them. Caleb thought back to when hed been tested for Alpha suitability, a mere formality, and cringed. They ate the rest of their early dinner in silence and Tiffany ordered the bot to throw the empty packaging down the incineration tube. She stretched her legs out across the couch and rested them on Calebs lap. Oh man, Im so tired, she said, yawning, and escaped back into VRD.
***
Caleb stared into the black nothingness, too awake for nodding off to be a realistic possibility. Tiffany lay noiselessly beside him, snug in the beds silky covers. He switched into VRD and radiant multicolor exploded into his field of view. A news headline popped up in the top right-hand corner of the display, Major patch to AI speech sensor networks rolled out. He tapped Read more.
July 14, 2080 - A major patch has been installed on the AI speech sensor networks in all underground cities across the Corporate Coalition of North America. The patch includes updates for the detection of 62 humorous, aggressive and lustful male speech patterns. Tap here to see a full list of the additions. The Coalition remains fully committed to the improvement and maintenance of all AI speech sensor networks, now in their fourteenth year of operation. The speech sensors continue to aid the Coalition in its mission to make the underground cities as safe, tolerant and equal as possible for all citizens. The Coalition appreciates the ongoing support of citizens of all genders who believe in building an inclusive and welcoming society."
Caleb switched out of VRD and watched the floating colors in front of him fade until he was returned to pitch darkness. The news story made him think back to when the sensors had first gone live in Under-Toronto, when he was thirteen. Back then they were little more than a joke, tricking their rudimentary algorithms almost like a game. No one could have imagined what theyd become, even if they were outraged by the precedents being set by the Coalition. But the AI quietly got smarter, then even smarter. It eventually got so smart most men gave up trying to trick it and instead began to fear it. Some even went as far as welcoming the law that made the hyper-addictive Posimasc mandatory for underground men in 2070, preferring that to the idea of gritting their teeth and biting their tongues for another clear-headed day under the pitiless ear of the sensors. The Coalition had, quite literally, had the last laugh.