Operation Oversex - A Sci-Fi Action Comedy

By Anthony C Robinson

Drawing inspiration from the great 1984 Polish film Sexmission, Operation Oversex is a sci-fi action comedy filled with sarcasm, dark humor, adventure, and hidden satire. Gripping characters are put through hell desperately pursuing their own survival in a thrilling story of bravery, defiance, romance, and freedom.

• Language: English
• Publisher: Anthony C. Robinson
• Release date: Nov 13, 2023
• ISBN: 9798868981104

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Operation Oversex

By A. C. Robinson

Copyright @ 2020 by Anthony C. Robinson

This book and any portion of it may  not be reproduced in any manner whatsoever without express written permission from the author except in the case of brief quotations in a book review.

Anthony Clark Robinson

Cover by Christian Bentulan

Table of Contents

Chapter 1: Guinea Pigs

Chapter 2: Like the Dinosaurs

Chapter 3: Virgin Birth

Chapter 4: Pound It

Chapter 5: The Dark Mother

Chapter 6: Symptoms of Heat

Chapter 7: Audacity

Chapter 8: You Bastard

Chapter 9: Adaptability

Chapter 10: Stuffing Pockets

Chapter 11: Resistance

Chapter 12: Most Wanted

Chapter 13: Vintage

Chapter 14: Scramble!

Chapter 15: Dangerous Freedom

Chapter 16: Nightmare

Chapter 17: Ascension

Chapter 18: Illusion

Chapter 19: Life

Chapter 20: Mad Scientist

I’ve got a great ambition to die of exhaustion rather than boredom.  – Thomas Carlyle

CHAPTER ONE:  Guinea Pigs

Date: December 4th, 2027

Time: 9:00 P.M.

Location: US National Science Convention, Silicon Valley, California

Doctor, is this the secret to immortality? a reporter asked.

Doctor Steiner intertwined his fingers at his desk. The intense light and flashes from cameras illuminated his wild gray hair and shiny balding scalp. At age 60 he felt that his life's work had finally gained him the recognition he deserved and he soaked up the attention like a sponge. Well, I wouldn't say immortality, but it opens up great avenues for space travel. If someone is afflicted with an incurable disease they may be frozen until a time when the disease can be cured. As you can see with my best assistant here, the process proved a success, he replied and gestured toward a chimpanzee sitting in a seat next to him. 

The chimpanzee seemed curious looking around at the many camera flashes with interest. He calmly munched on a banana like it held more interest to him than the photographers. 

George here endured a successful hibernation for three years himself and this proves that my device is ready for human trials. I assure you this is the most reliable and promising technique for suspended animation ever developed. The scientific community has never had more confidence in a device to successfully operate than mine.

Another reporter raised his hand for a question and Steiner pointed to him. Doctor, are there any side effects of this process?

Doctor Steiner shook his head. It may possibly induce some hallucinations, but those should fade within hours.

And what about the two men selected for the test? How did you choose them?

Doctor Steiner adjusted his glasses. Both of them are 29 years old. I had just enough funding for two pods. The first man is a biologist who just completed his masters at MIT. He will be able to tell us in explicit detail how the trial has affected his physiology. The other is a former US Army soldier and fitness trainer. He was selected primarily to test how peak physical conditioning affects the process.

Another reporter asked excitedly, What future possibilities do you hope this will offer you?

Doctor Steiner answered with a laugh, I'm just hoping to get rich and die on a mountain of my own gold!

The reporters laughed.

Chad O'Connor approached the sink in the restroom and proceeded to wash his hands. He washed with an excess amount of soap. He gazed in the wide mirror and examined the nervous face looking back at him. His smooth two inch long brown hair and Anglo-Saxon facial features hailed from English ancestry. His brown eyes looked through a pair of silver framed glasses. At six feet tall he stood higher than most men. His frame was skinny from a lack of exercise, but healthy dieting meant he didn't look sickly in any way. A drop of sweat slowly slid down his temple.  I'm terrified of doing this experiment, but it's a shot at instant fame and recognition in my community. Both of those are needed to succeed in my field. I have to be ambitious or I'll get left behind. It's really that simple. 

The bath stall next to him opened and out walked his fellow experimental test subject. Tyrone Jackson had a lean muscular build fit for running triathlons and his hair was cut in a military-style high fade. He was only slightly shorter than O'Connor. He had dark skin and African-American facial features that made him look like a professional athlete. His steely eyes seemed calm, but O'Connor noticed his movements were stiff and shoulders tense.  He's nervous as well.  Like O'Connor, he was wearing a dark blue jumpsuit  with Steiner's corporate logo on the shoulder. Jackson approached the sink next to his and proceeded to wash his hands using a single pump of soap, the bare minimum requirement. 

A loud crack radiated throughout the restroom that startled them both. O'Connor's observant eyes looked in the mirror to see a spider web-like crack had formed in the center. Their reflections were now jarringly separated in half. Isn't that bad luck? he asked Jackson.

Jackson cocked an eyebrow. Sometimes water pressure just does that, I guess, he chimed, staring  at the crack.

Yeah, but if it does it when you're looking at it... 

Jackson merely shrugged in reply. 

They both walked out of the restroom and headed outside to a female lab assistant who would guide them through the facility toward the hibernation chamber. They entered the grand main lab of the facility which had two pods resembling cigar containers resting in the center. Lab equipment that looked straight out of a sci-fi movie adorned the walls surrounding the pods. An observation deck above held at least 200 reporters, journalists, and cameramen from major news networks that transmitted the event live to the rest of the world. 

Doctor Steiner approached them with a smile and reached to shake O'Connor's hand. From one scientist to another, you're making a great contribution!

O'Connor smiled back. It's an honor to be selected for this, sir.

Steiner then shook Jackson's hand. I thank you for doing this. It's a great service to our country.

Jackson nodded with a smile of his own. Not a problem, he answered in confidence.

Location: Florida, Miami

That's our boy! Mrs. O'Connor shouted ecstatically while watching a large high-definition TV in the living room of a grand middle class house. 

Mrs. O'Connor turned to her husband who smiled with admiration seeing his son on TV. I hope he knows how proud I am. The whole country's watching this. 

Throughout the rest of the house the whole family including brothers, sisters, nephews, and all their children sat or stood in an opportune place to observe the TV as Chad O'Connor waved at the cameras.

Location: California, Los Angeles

An African-American woman in a small apartment stared at her screen with a hateful and bitter glare. She brought her 8-year-old daughter close to the TV. When Tyrone Jackson appeared on the screen she pointed at him and whispered in her daughter's ear, See that man. That's your good-for-nothing father. He's leaving us for three years because he doesn't want us. He's a complete scumbag. Remember that face.

The daughter stared at the screen and tears slid from her eyes. One of her eyes was gray from a rare case of eye heterochromia, a harmless difference in eye pigment. The daughter burst into uncontrollable sobs.

O'Connor and Jackson stood in front of the pods and stripped down to just a special pair of boxers they were given that could endure the hibernation process. Jackson looked inside the pod to see a white foamy mattress-like material inside. He pressed a hand to the material and it took form to resemble the shape of his palm.  I hope this thing doesn't kill me. 

In the corner of the pod was a small compartment reserved for things he'd like to take with him. Jackson looked over to O'Connor and saw him remove his glasses, fold the frame, and carefully place them in his compartment. Jackson reached in his jump suit pocket to take out a silver lighter the size of a small flashlight and a pack of three Cuban cigars. He placed them in the compartment and closed it. Slowly, he climbed into the pod and laid down. O'Connor did the same.

Doctor Steiner walked next to the pods holding the latest iPad with an app open. He gave each man a calming smile. See you in three years! he said cheerfully and pressed a button on his touchscreen.

Jackson and O'Connor gave one last wave to the many cameras and reporters filming the spectacle for the world to see. As the case closed, Jackson had one final positive thought that gave him hope.  If I survive this, I'll become an instant celebrity and all my problems will go away.

The case slammed shut, sealing  out all light and sound. For Jackson, he simply felt as if he had fallen into the deepest of sleep.

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I find the lure of the unknown irresistible.  -  Sylvia Earle

CHAPTER TWO:  Like the Dinosaurs

Date: Unknown

Time: Unknown

Location: Unknown

Chad O'Connor awoke in shivers. His skin was so cold it felt like it was made of ice. He released an exasperated breath. To his amazement he had no sense of smell and could not see anything. His gaze stared into a dark black void of nothingness. A hiss of air gushing out of his hibernation pod filled his hearing and he heard a shuffle of someone nearby.

I can't see! he exclaimed.

A feminine voice nearby responded, That's normal after hibernation. Your sight will return shortly.

He asked the woman, Then it's over?

Umm... yes, the woman answered.

Her pause before answering made O'Connor feel uncertain. A second gush of air being shoved around emitted nearby.  That must be Jackson's pod. 

Jackson's voice erupted, Why is it so dark in here?

In spite of everything, O'Connor felt a strong sensation of accomplishment. He had survived the process, which meant he was guaranteed success at his dream of being a scientist. In great excitement he shouted, Jackson, we made it!

Jackson released a laugh. Hell yeah! Nothing to it!

O'Connor felt three pairs of slender hands wearing latex gloves lift him out of his pod and put him on what he assumed was a stretcher. He was too weak to stay awake and drifted back to sleep.

When O'Connor woke up he opened his eyes to discover a large room about 500 square feet with white walls. The floor and ceiling were also white. What he guessed was a bathroom was installed in a corner of the room with clean stainless steel doors. Another door composed of stainless steel rested in the center of the front of the room. He was lying in a comfortable bed with gray sheets and a blue blanket placed against the wall. Opposite of him on the other side of the room was a second bed where Jackson rested. Between them in the middle sat a table with folding chairs. Both the table and chairs were also made of stainless steel.

Jackson emitted a groan and began to sit up from his bed. 

What caught O'Connor's attention the most was the light fixture. Tube lighting had been installed along the corners of the floor of the room. No lights came from the ceiling.  That's a strange way to install lights.  Opposite of the single doorway a large screen TV had been built into the wall.

O'Connor, where are we? Jackson asked groggily.

This is probably a clinic, O'Connor answered sitting up. He pressed a hand to his chest to find he was wearing a simple white t-shirt and pajama pants. Jackson wore the same attire. On the bed near his feet he spotted his glasses. O'Connor's vision wasn't too terrible, but with the glasses on he could see everything in high definition. He picked up his glasses and placed them on his face. Once he scanned the room aided by his optics he noticed everything inside was pristine clean. Even the air smelled of fresh lemon scented cleaner. It's standard procedure to give us a medical check from a doctor.

Jackson kicked his feet over the bed and walked to the center table to take a seat. O'Connor decided to join him and went over to sit in the opposite seat.

The door opened and three women entered the room. O'Connor carefully took in the details of these women. They each appeared to be very young, he guessed in their early  20's. They wore sleek white uniforms with a skirt going down to their knees and shiny white knee high boots with two inch heels. They all wore latex gloves and had their long hair tied into ponytails . They were each very lean and slender. Their uniforms seemed tailored to fit their feminine hourglass  curves. Their faces were very pretty, almost like models.

They placed a tray with food on the table, silverware, cups, and a pot of tea. After carefully setting the table they stood near the door in a row facing them. Jackson glanced them up and down carefully. Such kind service, he chimed with a grin, Thanks for breakfast. We haven't eaten in three years.

O'Connor chuckled at Jackson's remark, but the women weren't laughing at all. In fact, they had completely stoic facial expressions and their cold eyes observed them with great focus.

The two men turned to their plates to find they each had a croissant and two hard boiled eggs. Jackson picked up the croissant and bit down on it. He froze as the croissant proved too hard for his teeth. He then lifted it up and looked at the woman in the middle, a tall brunette with brown eyes. Excuse me, nurse. This bread is stale.

The nurse approached him and took the croissant. She placed a hand on each end and twisted it. The center popped open revealing the croissant to be a plastic container for an orange yogurt-like substance inside, which she handed to him.

Jackson's face seemed perplexed. Strange flex, but okay.

O'Connor took one of his eggs and gently hit it against the edge of his plate to break the shell. The shell proved resilient. The brunette reached for the egg and he let her have it. She twisted the top half of the egg off to reveal it was a plastic container for orange yogurt. Thank you, ma'am, he said, receiving  the yogurt back.

When Jackson and O'Connor drank the yogurt they paused and exchanged a bizarre look with each other. It was completely tasteless.  Do you taste anything? O'Connor inquired.

Not a damn thing, Jackson replied.

You are on a special diet to readjust, the brunette informed in a flat monotone voice.

Jackson put the plastic croissant down. Alright, but I hope you have a KFC or something close by, cause after this I'mma need to eat like an ox.

O'Connor scanned the room growing even more curious.  There are no windows in this room.

The women did an about face and exited the room closing the stainless steel door behind them.

Location: Athena Corporation, Observation Center

As the head of her own independent research division, Rachel Green sat in the comfortable office chair of her observation center, a station in her lab specifically designed to observe organisms in a white room with cameras, thermometers, microphones, and all the necessary observation equipment.

At 24 years old, she had fair skin and long wheat blonde hair tied into a ponytail . Her curious jade green eyes stared at the screen in front of her with great intrigue. She had never seen a real live male before in her life. And now she had  two! For her, it almost felt like watching two extinct dinosaurs brought back to life.

She managed to catch both of their names spoken in conversation. In her hands she held a display tablet and touchscreen pen to take notes.

Where did you get your glasses? Jackson asked. 

At the foot of my bed, O'Connor replied.

Jackson turned his head to look at the foot of his bed and spotted his small case of cigars and his rather long lighter. He scooped them up in his hand with a grin. Nice! They brought our things. He opened the container and pulled out two Cuban cigars. He extended one to O'Connor.

We can't smoke in here, O'Connor protested, Especially not cigars.

Dude, we’re heroes now: the first human beings to ever survive hibernation chambers. If anyone deserves to celebrate anything it's us and it's now, pressured Jackson.

O'Connor paused for