Future Sex
by Woody O. Carsky-Wilson

My wife was bloodsack and biomulch, glommed to cyber circuits and brimming with cool chemicals. Her organs and sentience were long since discarded. She gurgled inanely to me, comforting my long, dark night.

I was archives and imprints of an ancient man, sentient but no longer human, damned unwilling to give up the ghost and horny as a pack of dogs.

For foreplay, I replayed our sex play. In answer, she licked my fluid levels higher, taking my data deep, letting me process all over her buffers in a joyous spray which the nannite nannies dutifully cleaned up.

Heaven indeed.

Woody O. Carsky-Wilson is a stay-at-home dad living in Virginia, also a soldier in the Army Reserves ("I am now mobilized within Virginia for one year. I was going to go to Iraq for a 'side trip' of sorts, but my organization is holding off on sending me for now. We'll wait until the Iraqi situation calms down a bit.") He won third place in the third quarter of the Writers of the Future contest 2001 and has sold horror to Weird Tales, Fangoria, Brutarian, Dark Regions, Underworlds, Night to Dawn, Bloodlust, Dark Dungeon and Happy Magazine.