“Cuz…” the bioarchitectural engineer said again in his mountain accent, tapping Bunnu on the shoulder. He craned his neck over again and Bunnu could now see that despite his little coconut head, the man was rather tall and slim like a stick figure. His tiny eyes darted about the room, as he spoke through a large ovoid mouth with protruding lips, “Gib’ me fi’ minutes wit dat suit and I can restore it no problem. Dat ting’d make a good d’version fo’ an ‘scape attempt! What say you? Ya sho’ looks like you wanna make ‘scape mighty quick! Me and da boys gots us a tunnel goin’ and wit yo’ blessin’ and a wee bitta dough, metinks we could make dis ting work!”
Bunnu sighed at the man’s desperate plea for his attention, as he watched Archimedes-5 stand up and approach the podium, kicking the purple tuxedo to the side to release a cloud of dust. The sprightly angelic twerps swarmed to the stage to intercept the dust before it spread to other parts of the room. “That’ll be all for today, gentlemen!” Archimedes announced, twirling his long mustache, “We’ll meet here again, next week. The beautiful and voluptuous Dr. Aganashini will be our keynote speaker and the topic will be ‘The Dissolution of Sin through Open Intercourse.’ When she speaks, please do your best to focus on her words and not on her gorgeous and squeezably plump breasts, which are the shape of melons and perfectly-sized to envelop your manhood whole as you thrust it into the soft warmth of her cleavage. And when I say ‘focus on her words’ that doesn’t mean that one is to stare blankly at those full and luscious lips which could wrap soulfully around the shaft of your cock as her tongue licks the head, propelling you amidst gentle head-bobs of moist warmth to shoot your wad down her waiting throat. None of that! Instead, I would advise you all to take her words to heart. And as a pre-assignment, before next week, I would like each of you to engage in no less than 10 sexual acts—masturbatory or otherwise, but preferably with a partner or series of partners—and be ready to speak of them at the next session. Incidentally, I’m told that there are some among you who are refusing to interact with others during Courtship Hour. I must insist that you make a greater attempt to be sexual. After all, ‘you can’t be sexual, without first being social,’ as I always say. But then again, I can’t blame some of our newer inmates for being bashful around those who’ve been on the inside longer. It is, of course, natural, being new to this sort of environment, that one should feel a certain degree of apprehension about becoming someone else’s bitch. However, I urge all of you to not look upon the situation in such a way. I think that we simply need to break through that shyness and get some rapport going. It’s those first steps that can be a little shaky, but once you get the process going, you are well on your way to a happy and productive sexual dialogue. However, taking those first steps, in and of itself, can be, I must confess, somewhat harrowing and so, to make the experience a little easier for all involved, we have decided to facilitate the group discourse at the molecular level.
“Dr. Narciss is—oh…you all know Dr. Narciss, don’t you? The man seated to my right with the enormous cranium? Yes, yes…quite a specimen, is he not? Uh…well anyway, Dr. Narciss has, in fact, developed a new apparatus through which linguistic discourse is undertaken between the molecules in our bodies. Messages encoded into our DNA bubble up to the surface through skin secretions that evaporate into airborne communiqués that collide and react in mid-air with the messages sent by other people, before returning to the source in the hopes of eliciting a response that would allow the dialogue to continue. And so, grievances can easily be aired by each individual as their communiqués take up free radicals in the air to be utilized in the composition of complex molecular institutions with directives to be operated upon and modified according to the flow of other existing cycles in the ecosystem. These institutions, in fact, become manifestations of our Collective Will, somewhat like a superstructure constructed from building blocks from a variety of sources and so it could be said that this process could only serve to connect each of us to the other to create a community that exists in Harmony. Harmony will be our guiding force: the chief directive by which what could be considered appropriate behavior within the group can be easily determined and clarified, so that we all need not think about it at great depth. And so, this system of discourse, though admittedly untested until now, can only serve to strengthen the bonds—social, physical, spiritual and otherwise—that may already exist among you. So, I urge you all to sit back in your cells, soak up the warm spring air, and allow the organic discourse to unfold as it should. Presumably, the discourse has already been coded into our genes and has been waiting to be expressed, much like the written notes of a chamber orchestra composition. Through this mechanism, we can conceivably achieve a consonance of Being, a harmonic fusion of expression as our spirits react together, through our secretions and excretions, with the surrounding atmosphere. But, I see that Dr. Narciss is shaking his gigantic head at me…and perhaps I haven’t explained it well at all. Regardless, I think this process of proactive genetic expression and communication will bring us all to a new level of collective understanding. We are well on our way to becoming Embodiments of Empathy…”
“We’re doing so well already,” the sexpot Dr. Aganashini suddenly piped in, her eyes bright and smooth skin glistening in the glow of the stage lights. “And it’s only going to get better. I’m so proud of all of you. We’re making such great progress together!” Her voice sighed heartfully like soft velvet. “After all, Every Good Boy Does Fine…and?”
“Good Boys Do Fine Always!” the men responded in chorus.
“My sweet little Bonobos!” she marveled.
Cessation at the Follicle