Sexdrive

By karl kirkpatrick

"You are bound to this world. Let me unchain you."

 

Sex. Rage. Crime. Disease. The world has become shit. Sexual depravity plagues the streets of LA and a new venereal disease wreaks havoc on a dissociated society, turning them into hypersexual deviants. Bounty Hunter Jynx walks these streets capturing and destroying stray sex bots for quick credits. Life becomes dangerous when Jynx encounters a very powerful bot that has a deadly secret. Struggling with her own gender dysmorphia and disillusionment over a human race that has lost its mind, Jinx must come to terms with her own identity and discover the truth behind the plague that's being spread by a mechanical menace that has never been seen before.

 

Dark, horrifying, and fast Sexdrive is a horror story at its core, with strong elements of action and sci-fi, designed for readers who enjoy fast-paced and twisted horror tales.

• Language: English
• Publisher: karl kirkpatrick
• Release date: Apr 15, 2023
• ISBN: 9798215386231

karl kirkpatrick

Karl lives in Northern Virginia and loves creative storytelling. He is the author of Lanterns of Dystopia, Cartoon Clusterf*ck, and Sexdrive. You can find a majority of his work on cyberwave.art.blog where he has have over 200 self-published tales of the macabre, the mystical, and the futuristic. His philosophy is: "Enjoy art. Live art. Create art."

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Part 1: Datamizer

There was a murderer on the loose unlike anything the city had ever faced. They called it a pandemic but reality was much more horrific. Silence submerged the suburbs in a constant state of gloom. The blight spread like a fire and burned like an itch becoming enflamed with every scratch and chafe. No amount of lotion or medicine could heal the bleeding cracks and peeling skin of its hapless victims and willing participants.

Forgotten streets and avenues were empty and exposed, and the people hid like cowards from something unseen and dangerous. It was almost like a myth, a monster waiting to steal them away. Poisoned nectar spilled out into the streets and now a sheltered society was mired in the neurotic muck, concealing themselves in their homes and shielding their faces in virtual reality. Shimmering neon dotted the houses and skyscrapers throughout, pinpricks trying to light up the night. Nothing would shine brighter than the darkness, not when there was a disease lurking between the seams.

A venereal infection spread its necrotic fingers through this once great city. Hushed rumors spread through the quiet, dingy places, of a murderous government killing its people, or of a Zionist sect bent on the further annihilation of society. This was all fearmongering misinformation of course. I knew that to be true. I didn't know the whole truth but I knew that everything was always bullshit until you saw it for yourself.

Tonight felt different. Specks of ashen rain slowed and seemed to dissipate in places. Specks of people and humanoid bodies had also dissolved into the crevices of LA. Hornet Drive opened up into Narcissus Street below me as the copter drone took me to the pre-programmed destination. Even twenty feet in the air I could see the little details that were always recognizable, the ransacked mechanic shops and stripped vehicles. But something was off. Sure, there was the perpetual darkness, shadows stretching fingertips over parking lots and abandoned shopping centers, but the empty black voids somehow sparkled with invisible life. I couldn't tell what but there was something down there waiting for me, lying in wait.

No one knew how it started or where it came from but it spread like wildfire and withered away many lives, young and old. The speed with which it surfaced made it impossible to treat. Ever since people started dying from the disease, we shuttered ourselves indoors and refused to take part in the crumbling infrastructure around us. There was a sense of comfort when they chose to let the adult sex bots roam around what was once Los Angeles without being bothered by law enforcement, which was nonexistent anyway. We thought: at least some of us can walk around without being harassed by gangs and political extremists. But even the hoodlums and the henchmen refused to travel at night, being constantly exposed to the ashen rain. Lightning would sometimes shimmer underneath the gray clouds but as far as seeing actual lightning I had almost forgotten what it looked like. I knew it had once been commonplace to see a long plasma bolt shoot out of the sky and strike at the ground but it had been so long ago, I sometimes wondered if it was even real. If it had been real. That a lightning bolt had struck a tree when I was five, that quick buzzing noise, the flash of heat, those jolting nervous twitches. Looking at the thunderclouds in the distance, I could see that maybe I was wrong about everything. It seemed memories and art would always be open to interpretation. I closed my eyes.

— has been a scourge for a few months. The county health board has been inundated with requests for assistance in the new cases appearing in clinics in the area. No word yet on if the infectious disease will spur them to action but so far it seems those sufferers are on their own. The man speaking across my eyesight was nearly transparent against the dingy background of the drone cab and the city outside. He was dressed in a T-shirt with frizzy hair. Experts are saying that due to the frequency of the deaths, which are so sudden and sporadic, it’s hard to record an accurate number of infected, which would also explain the lack of a vaccine or further scientific investigations. Most of the lab work is done in underground bunkers. Not that they'd figure this shit out before the end of the world. But for me, this is a pandemic that all you scumbags out there deserve. Good riddance. The newscaster shared my sentiments which was why I followed his video channel. It was a comforting voice.

It would only be a few more minutes before the aerial death trap would land on Discovery Avenue. For liability’s sake the amateur drone rentals were extra cautious and extra slow. I wasn't looking forward to roaming the dark streets anyways, not with a silent killer out there. There were rumors of a serial rapist on the loose as well, which did nothing to calm my nerves, but that wasn't really abnormal either. At least the disease provided a little enjoyment with the over-engorged sex organs, swelling in size and girth, and enflaming them with redness and the increase in production of pre-ejaculate fluid. I wasn’t going to lie, like everybody else I’d become curious and discovered a whole subsection of porn that specialized in eritvobis fetishes, or red plague porn. I could see why it spread so quickly. Along with a jump start to the libido it was hard to resist, especially for those who didn't have any libido