[Usurp, Legal]
Empyrean
I’m in a completely white room even the floor is white, light streaming in from all sides including the floor
“Welcome to heaven, I’m Elias and I’m here to help. If you have any questions, desires, needs, just feel like a chat, just say my name, I am at your command. First just a couple quick questions. Your name is Jacqueline Holland but you prefer to be called Jaq and your pronouns are she/her. Is all that correct?”
“Yes it is Elias, what am I doing here?”
“You are being rewarded for a life well lived. Sorry but I just have two or three more questions for you if you don’t mind.”
“Jaq I have you booked into a beach bungalow. Is that acceptable?”
“Yes, thank you.”
“You're very welcome, next would you prefer Ken or Barbie as your personal body servant, your info lists you as lesbian, so I would highly suggest you take a Barbie. All Barbies have been taught a wide range of sexual techniques catering to both hetro and homosexual partners. More Barbies are always on call if just one simply will not do, and don’t hesitate to ask, that’s what they are here for after all. So should I mark you down for a Barbie? They can always be returned if you decide you’d like to go hetero here in heaven whatever you prefer, it’s your afterlife afterall.”
“A Barbie I guess.”
“Excellent choice, as I mentioned, she can be returned if she doesn’t fit your standards. Of course she’ll lose heaven points and gain hell points. But that has nothing to do with you, you’re not to worry about that at all. Last question: Omnivore, Carnivore, Vegetarian, Vegan, Flexitarian, or Pescatarian again these can be changed anytime if you get bored with them.”
“Omnivore, at least I was.”
“Fine, choice.Jaq. Now just step this way to pick your Barbie, this is a new machine we just added so that you get the Barbie of your dreams. Just enter the measurements, cup size, hair color and length, hair style, eye color, IQ, personality, temperament, pain threshold and political affiliations. That one’s new, we just had to add it recently. After you have that all entered. Twenty Four Barbies matching your selection criteria will have their nude photos appear on this touchscreen, you can select the one like this then zoom in or out on any feature you desire. Take your time, there is no rush. Once you’ve made your choice just double tap the picture. Within thirty seconds your Barbie will appear, she will answer any further questions you may have, but if she ever displeases you in any way just say my name Elias. I’ll see that she is dealt with. If I have been helpful please consider rating me five heaven points, if I have displeased you or failed you in any way my supervisor will award the appropriate number of hell points. Thank you Jaq, I hope you have a wonderful afterlife.”
After I made my selection, paying the most attention to IQ, Personality and temperament and a left leaning liberal. A beautiful raven haired extremely naked Barbie stood in front of me.
“You are naked.”
“Yes, master. The mall is the next stop or we can skip that for today if you’d prefer I remain naked at all times.”
“No, let's go to the mall.”
“Please follow me master.”
“Please don’t call me master, please call me Jaq.”
“Yes, Jaq. Whatever you desire, I am yours to command. Please follow me”
I followed her out of the white building, trying to not stare at her bare ass. Into a sunny day but the temperature was perfect, and I’d be willing to bet I could stand out there all day long naked and not get a sunburn. ‘Barbie’ stepped onto a moving walkway moving to my right, I followed stepping on right behind her.
“We get off here Jaq”
We both got off again on the right, and entered a typical 1980s shopping mall. Lots of people were dressed in a dizzying array of styles but at least a third of the ‘shoppers’ were naked. Barbie entered the first shop on the right, it was a lingerie store. Barbie turned to face me.
“Please tell me your preferred style of lingerie.”
“For me or for you?”
“For me, Jaq. Any clothing you desire for yourself will be in your dresser at the bungalow. For now we just need to pick for me. Would you prefer I wear Bustier, Thong, Corset, crotchless ect. Whatever gives you the most pleasure.”
“How are we supposed to pay for this stuff?”
“Jaq, this is heaven, everything that you desire is yours, there is no cost.”
“There is always a cost, we just haven’t figured out what that is, yet.”
“If you prefer I can remain naked, whatever gives you the most pleasure.”
“No, of course I don’t want you to remain naked, please pick out whatever makes you most comfortable, alright?”
After a few minutes she was dressed like a high class exotic dancer, and had a bagful of underwear to boot. In the next store she picked out dresses, pants and blouses after I refused to dress her like a doll. The next store was a shoe store, she got them to agree to ship the array of footwear she picked out. By the time we left the mall she was wearing a skirt and blouse and a comfortable looking pair of shoes and had a whole closet worth of outfits.
“Would you like to see your bungalow now, Jaq.”
“Yes I’d like that very much.”
This tale has been unlawfully lifted from Royal Road; report any instances of this story if found elsewhere.
She raised her hand and a four seater cart silently came to a stop in front of us. Barbie told the driver my address and the cart silently moved away from the mall. There was no traffic, no noise, no pollution, we just flowed along this blacktop path. The ocean was on the right and we went past an occasional bungalow facing the ocean. It was beautiful, idyllic.
***
Before long the cart silently slowed to a stop behind what I assumed correctly was my beach bungalow. We came into the house from the street through the back door into the kitchen. Which leads into a hallway with a small bedroom and a largeish bathroom. Barbie showed me to my bedroom with a kingsized bed and a huge picture window with a great view of the ocean.
I lay down on the bed and stared at the waves crashing on the beach. I wonder how I’m supposed to find my grandfather, this place has lots of people all seem to be moving from one location to another.
Barbie was putting away her new wardrobe in the smaller rear bedroom. I’ll ask her how to find people here. It must be a common request, right. A husband dies and a few years later the wife dies, how do they get reunited? As I was musing about this Barbie came into the bedroom. She started unbuttoning her blouse.
“What are you doing Barbie?”
“I’m getting undressed, you're lying in bed in the daytime. I assumed you wanted to have sex with me. That was the first thing almost all of my other masters wanted as soon as they got home. Some didn’t want to wait and we did it in the mall, and one teenage boy couldn’t wait so we did it in the welcome center.”
“No, stop, holy crap. I’m lying down because I wanted to watch the ocean. I have ADHD, the waves calm me. Plus I needed to think. How long have you been here?”
“Time has no meaning here, but around one hundred thousand days, around three hundred years.”
“Wow, that’s a long time. How can I find someone who’s arrived before me? Is there a list or an office or the internet?”
“There is an office, you tell them who you are searching for and if that person has already requested that you be allowed to contact them they will give you the contact info.”
“Well what if the person I want to contact hasn’t requested that I be allowed to, because they forgot, or didn’t expect me to die so soon?”
“You’ll be allowed to submit a request that if that other person wants to talk to you, sometime in the future, they are allowed to.”
“That Barbie, seems like an over complicated system, designed to keep loved ones apart.”
“Exactly, Jaq, that’s the way it’s designed, to ensure that everyone has a wonderful afterlife.”
“How does keeping loved ones apart make anyone happy?”
“Let’s say a husband dies first. He arrives here, chooses his Barbie or Ken, and starts enjoying his afterlife. A year later his spouse dies and wants to contact him, they allow the contact. The spouse shows up at the husband's home and meets him telling him that they are here now, but the husband is happier with his Barbie and declines re-uniting. Now you have two unhappy people, the spouse because they are rejected, the husband who feels guilty that he had to reject his former spouse. Till death do you part, is in the vows for a reason.”
“I just want to contact my grandfather, surely that should be alright, I don’t care if he has a Barbie, or ten Barbies for that matter. In fact, as long as he’s happy, I’ll be happy.”
“It’s the same though Jaq. If he rejected seeing you, you’d be sad, that’s not allowed in heaven. Conversely if your grandfather rejected you he’d feel guilty, making him feel sad. Again we wind up with two sad people, heaven is for a wonderful afterlife. There is one other reason it’s forbidden. Now I don’t want you worrying about what I tell you alright. Your grandfather might not be here. He might be a Ken or a Barbie, they’d give him a choice or he might be in hell.”
“Well how can I find out where he is?”
“You can't, the best thing to do is to just assume that he’s here in heaven, then you can be happy. Do you want to have sex now?”
“No Barbie, I have a girlfriend, back on Earth, well we haven’t actually had the talk yet. But I’m pretty sure she feels the same way. So no sex Barbie, I picked you based on these attributes: IQ, personality, temperament, and political affiliations. I can’t deny that you have magnificent physical attributes as well. Those four are what I really need. Someone smart to help locate the old man, I like easy going funny people and there is no way I could like you, if you turned out to be a fascist. I’ve had enough of them already. So will you help me?”
“I’m your Barbie. I have to do anything you direct me to do.”
“That can’t be true, that’d make you my slave.”
“Yes you can think of it like that, it’s halfway between slave and indentured servitude. My servitude will end when I amass enough heaven points or hell points. Hopefully it’ll be heaven points. Then I’ll be a permanent resident of heaven or hell and I’ll have my own Barbie.”
“Well can’t I just set you free if you are my Barbie?”
“No, but thank you for thinking of that Jaq. That’s sweet”
“How do you gain points then?”
“You can grant me up to five a day, if I have pleased you, or you can take away up to ten a day if I have failed to meet your desires. For instance, I failed to rejoin you with your grandfather, you could take a way 10 for the next nine hundred and ninety days, then I’d be sent to hell as a permanent resident or you could send me back and choose a new Barbie and I lose one thousand points and become a resident of hell."
“Alright assume that I give you the full five points a day, how many days until you reach the heaven points needed?
“Two hundred thousand.”
“Who set this system up?”
“God presumably.”
“I wouldn’t be so sure, it sounds like something any corporation on earth would kill for, free labor for hundreds to thousands of years. Everyone knows that CEO’s are demons, with lawyers. I’m starving and tired, where do we eat or do we cook ourselves.”
“I do all the cooking and cleaning and anything else you need. However if you wish to go out to dinner I’ll get you a cart and they will take you to eat.”
“Well why don’t we both go out to eat?”
“Barbies aren’t allowed, you go, I’ll make something for myself here.”
“No, we’ll both eat here and tomorrow, we’ll figure out a way to find granddad.”
