Scotland 2062

A gentle massage of his shoulders started Sharg’s awakening process.

Gregorian chants, wafted into his conciseness. A wry smile slowly formed in the darkness, he recounted the words of one of his old mentors, as he gently transitioned into consciousness, 

“Not a bad way to start the day, now lets just see who or what will manage to Fuck it Up!”

The womb gently rolled and spilled him across its width, manoeuvring him gently into his dressing position, still snug in its depths at his optimum waking temperature.

His body had been cleaned during the night incrementally, so as not to wake, or arouse him, not an easy task when you think about it? But this process was constantly reviewed by him and Susan, and his preferences and adaptations for resting, healing and general wellbeing were automatically enhanced and refined in an ongoing process. His body, and his dreaming state, were monitored, to have him as relaxed and well rested as possible for the day ahead. 

How did people manage in the old days before “The Sack “had been developed?

Dressing…

Teased into “Stretching like a cat”  allowed the “Skin “to roll itself up his body, and attach itself, with “The Sack “rolling him one way and another, until he was fully covered in a second skin.

He had “discussed “his thoughts and plans for today, with Susan the evening before with a suitable “skin “being agreed upon.

The skin had been a revolution, which had been dramatically taken up by the population who could access it. The fashion world had been propelled into the new age, leaving its hugely wasteful past in the dust. Now you had a “Healthy “grown second skin that was customised by you and your AI. Protecting your body, and even repairing it by secreting special healing substances, and applying pressure in carefully orchestrated waves, to stimulate healing, and promote subliminal exercise, keeping you clean and healthy and at the optimum temperature.

Plus of course you could customise it, having a rippling colours course across your body. 

It didn’t take long for everyone to catch on, to making displays, using the skin, to make people aware of your pleasure, or displeasure, it became another way of communicating, all of course interfaced through your AI.

Susan…

It was simply natural to name something that you had such a deep and personal  interaction with. He had picked a female personality for his AI and he had no inclination at present to change anything about Susan, she fitted him like a glove, just as something so intimately designed, and tailored for his existence should.