Heavy. Gay sex His hand speeds up, the Prodder forcing perfect technique in a way that draws a sharp gasp from the other avatar. The air grows thick with the scent of sweat and chlorine, the familiar tang of a gym locker room. Compliance is mandatory. Constrained. Audience analytics indicate preference for trained subject over full automation. Before he can process it, a voice cuts through the silence, cold and mechanical, reverberating from everywhere and nowhere.”Welcome, asset. “Guess we’ve got the place to ourselves,” his voice purrs. His fingers brush against the other guy’s chest. Humanity has mastered the art of neural uploading — a process called “Ascension” — allowing individuals to transfer their consciousness into a sprawling digital realm known as the Nexus, owned by NeuroCore, one of the biggest corporations in the modern world.The Nexus itself is a universe of pure data, a simulated eternity with landscapes and cities constructed from code; a digital afterlife pulsating with the dreams and fears of humanity, awaiting those who ascend. With a thought, he accepts the invite, and his digital form dissolves into a stream of data, reassembling on the other side.He materializes in a sterile, windowless chamber, the walls a smooth, featureless gray that seems to absorb light.
