Constance Palmeroy receives a package from the future. After opening it, she discovers an 'Interactive Transference Device.' Reading the instructions, she realizes that the device will allow her mind to enter the bodies of others, even of those on TV or in a recording. Following the instructions, she undresses. Then, after playing around with the Transference Device on the Oprah and Dr. Phil shows, she drags out her favorite porn movie that features a guy she always drooled over and that's when the fun begins.
I was watching the Oprah Show early one afternoon, when the door buzzer rang.
I ignored it.
It rang again.
God, who could that be? And just when Angela Joliet was about to reveal the first time Brent made love to her. I just can't miss that.
Fortunately, a commercial came on.
I'll see who it is and if it's that gossipy, loquacious Lois from next door, I'll pretend
I'm not here.
Ambling to the door, I peeked through the peephole.
It was the postman.
I opened the door as much as the chain would allow. "Yes?"
He scrunched his lips together almost to a pout. "Jesus, lady, what took you so long?"
"I was in the middle of something. What do you have?"
"Special delivery for Constance Palmeroy."
Constance? I haven't used that name in twenty years, when I was a Vegas show girl among other things. "I'm her sister, Beth. Can I sign?"
"Sure." He slipped his clipboard between the door and the jamb and I took it.
"Sign on the line that has your sister's name."
I glanced at the TV. Commercials. Good, if I hurry, I can still catch Angela. I signed the sheet, handed the clipboard back to the mailman, unchained and opened the door to receive the unassuming package.
"Have a good day," he chirped.
"Yeah, whatever," I closed and locked the door.
I picked up the package and headed back to the couch. They were talking about Angela's new movie. Good, they haven't got to the juicy part, yet. I looked the package over. The return address read:
PO Box 24625
Grand Canal City, Mars
MARS! What the hell? I looked at the postmark. It was not stamped, but metered, typical of all postage machines. Strangely, the date read 06-23-2176. June 23, 2176? My God that's almost a hundred seventy years from now. My curiosity had been more than piqued. It was aroused. I ripped off the brown shipping paper. The colorful box proclaimed TOYCO's new amazing V1S3X-3 Interactive Transference Device. What the shit is an Interactive Transference Device?
Cutting through the clear tape holding the lid on with the only remnant of my once glamorous past--my long manicured finger nails--I lifted the cover and discovered several strange objects setting in the recesses of a foam divider. The most familiar looking object reminded me of a TV remote control with a large coil appearing apparatus at one end and a dozen wristwatch appearing gadgets. I opened the instruction booklet and a slip of paper fell out.
Dear Ms Palmeroy, Thank you in advance for agreeing to test TOYCO's latest entertainment creation. Your name was suggested to us as a person of conscience and high standards.
Ms Palmeroy. Conscience? Standards? An ex-Vegas showgirl and occasional high priced call girl? So, this gizmo was supposed to come to me. Well as long as I have it. . .
TOYCO is the entertainment division of CET--Creative Environmental Technologies. The V1S3X-3 will take you beyond the optical limits of whatever ocular delivery medium you are using and allow you to become the object you are watching on your visual decoder.
Please read the included instructions thoroughly before activating your unit and take particular note of the six danger points.
* Never deactivate this unit or your optic delivery system while you're in a vicarious state or you will remain in that state in that scene in perpetuality.
* Avoid transference with animals and under no circumstance should you transfer into an inanimate object.
* Do not forget your wrist control or you will have no way to terminate your vicariousness. (The state of experiencing what your subject is experiencing. )
* Make sure your wrist control band is secure. Since it is elastic it will automatically adjust to the wrist of your subject.
* It is essential that you enter your subject as neutral as possible. Clean yourself thoroughly and wear no clothes, scents or devices. (Other than the wrist control)
Once you enter a subject, do not end the transference unless at least thirty seconds have passed. Your wrist control will change color from red to green after the required time.
I was overwhelmed. This thingamabob from the future was a means to go anywhere, do anything, I could see on TV. Speaking of the TV, another commercial had just ended and Angela had come on again. I scanned the directions and found that the remote looking object with coiled antenna was the transferal inducer.
I ran into the bathroom, disrobed and cleaned myself. I ran back into the living room and placed a wrist controller on the wrist of my now naked, less than prime, forty-five year old body. I aimed the coiled thingamajig at Angela and pushed a button that said aim. A red light ominously appeared on Angela's forehead, resembling a probe from a laser rifle sight. I clicked the lock key andů
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