kt farley

Clear Night

 

The first time she fucked a machine, there was some uncomfortable pinching.  But it was momentary, corrected after a few thrusts by a data-driven recalibration.  The second time was much better.  The machine had measured her depths, tested her temperature, listened to the tempo of her breaths, and now it slid into her with the smooth precision of a crescent moon turning in circles for the sun.  And the money was incredible. Impossible to beat. She could show up for two study visits a week and spend the rest of her time lounging around the hacienda with her fat black lab, Queero, painting and having languid encounters with lovers of the human variety.

 

But lately, something was different.  She was starting to crave the feeling of the machine’s slithery suit sliding across her skin—the softest organic polymers yet, they said.  The other night, Juno came over and seduced her.  As they fell to the bed with mouths full of blue agave, tonguing the circles of tequila’s heat, she caught herself listening for the soft purrs of the machine’s sensors transmitting data back to its central server, missing the rhythmic hum of cooling fans spinning behind glassy eyes.  After Juno left, she sat on the porch in an old flannel robe, feet tucked under Queero, staring out across the bay.  The night was clear, no fog, and there were thousands of drones flying above the waves in coordinated fashion.  Manufactured by the same company as the machine.  Her machine?  God, only two more days until she would see it again. Queero started to snore and she decided there was nothing wrong with drinking alone.

 

kt farley

 

 

kt farley is an errant daughter of Deseret, birthed by pioneers along the red risk lines of the Wasatch Fault. To humor the gods and keep life’s unavoidable balances in the black, kt spends her days working as an attorney and thinking and talking about bioethics and clinical research. Before making the trek over Donner’s peak and settling in Berkeley, kt taught courses in gender studies, queer theory and trans* studies at the University of Utah. kt lives full time with three woodland nymphs (a boy, a woman, and a man who strangely all have the same diminutive waist size), two cats, one naughty dog, and several despicable South American Cichlids.

 

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