Satellite
© 1999 Jim Rivers
Real Audio sample   ( 39 sec)

Say what you wanted to say, I know you're here
Dim the lights on the way and come closer my dear
How long have you stood there not saying a thing?
But you've been watching and you been dreaming

Up on the satellite, everything's all right
Tasty little bytes, up on the satellite
Come to me lover, come to me

Come to me... come to me... come to me...

Yours is an old story friend, down from the days
It was old way back then with a new twist today
Somehow the magic got in the machine
Where you've been watching and you've been dreaming

Up on the satellite, everything's all right
Always ladies night up on the satellite
The Captain and the Kitty are waiting for you there
In virtual sin city, your castle in the air

Come to me lover, come to me
Up on the satellite

~

A rock song about net erotica.

Outside the gleaming metal glass windows they placed the shuttles controls on station keeping and engaged the cloak. For several  weeks they played this game. Hovering invisibly outside the holo-suite windows and watching the people inside live out their favorite fantasies. Just as they were living out one of their own now. Married for only a few months they had been assigned to the new Pleasure Dome Satellite Station as maintenance crew. Although what they were working on now had little to do with that. "Maybe we shouldn't do this anymore. How would we feel if someone were watching us" she whispered. They held each others gaze for a brief moment and both laughed a little. "You know, when fantasies dry up and sex is no longer something fun and thrilling, that's when we're all in deep trouble" he said. "but you're right we should move on to other things." And with that she set a course for the far side of the moon...

The green wood filled the top of the cave with pungent smoke as the fire died down. They had been much too occupied so no new fuel had been placed on the fire for over an hour. She watched their shadows on the rock wall and had an idea. Later she mashed some fresh berries and tied some loose straw into a bundle. She reached out with an unsure hand and painted a picture on the stone wall. She drew what she had seen in the shadows earlier. He stared transfixed, looked at her, the new tools she was using and the story art that was emerging on the wall. Then he laughed and reached for her, tickling her as she smeared the berry stain on his chest...