This fiction is written by My love Seann(It's not his real name though.)
We don't own Cardcaptor Sakura. He dedicates this story to those who loves E+S pairings.
Warning: This is not for children since it contains explicit language, sexual expressions, drug taking and violences.
May Tricks
Chapter 1
James was just finishing a long shift at his job at the Pizza Emporium. The restaurant had been busy and James was feeling tired. He dragged his tired body to the locker room where he removed his apron and collected his jacket. He glanced at the clock hanging on the wall. It read 23:45. Suzy would be waiting for him when he got home. Hopefully she would have a meal prepared for him. More likely however, she would be playing a Sintranet-Total-Absorption-Game or STAG for short,
STAGs were the latest in gaming technology. The dream of virtual reality had at last been realised and the games market that was already big had become one of the biggest in the world. STAGs were unlike other computer games as once you connected into them you could forget you were playing a game as it was more like dreaming than playing a game. People who became addicted to these games could suffer disorientation when the game was over and they returned to reality. Other psychological side-effects that extensive use could cause were depression, insomnia, schizophrenia and suicidal tendencies. There were not only negative effects though. During the game events could occur that would cause extreme satisfaction, ecstacy both physical and mental.
The makers of the games put labels on them warning gamers not to play them too much. These warnings only added to the thrill though, much like the warnings on cigarette packets that had helped excite a generation into poisoning their lungs several generations before.
James strolled along the pavement to the underground train station. At this late hour the streets were still busy. Euro City One or London as it had been previously known was a 24 hour city and there were plenty of people rushing though the cold fizzing drizzle and eye-achingly bright holographic advertisements.
James walked past the STAG dealership and stopped to have a look in the window. All the new games and upgrades for STAG systems were lined up. There were hundreds of new titles and hundreds of thousands of older games to choose from. After the internet had been banned and the controlled internet (Sintranet) had been introduced to the world, people used this new technology as a drug rather than a tool. A lot of older people who were against the idea of a controlled internet still demonstrated against the Sintranet and called for the old internet to be made legal again. These people were fading out now though. They were out of touch with the new world order. Terrorism had destoyed may of the freedoms that people in the twentieth century had taken for granted. The world had become such a dangerous place that the governments had had to introduce a severely restrictive police-states and take total control of all property and information.
This left a guy like James who had been educated by the state working in The Pizza Emporium. If he had been born twenty years earlier he could have studied to become a doctor as he had wanted when he was a litlle boy. As it turned out when he reaced the age of fourteen and took the mandatory State DNA scan he was informed that genetically speaking he wouldn't cut it as a doctor. No explanation was given as to why not. That was not the state way of doing things. He was given a level 16 working permit and refused permission to apply for further education of health insurance.
This had been a huge dissapointment to James at the time. A level 16 working permit meant that Pizza Emporium was about as good as it got in terms of work. He had now been working their for 9 years as junior waiter. James situation wasn't unusual though. He was in the vast majority. It had long been realised that the previously sacred doctrine of democracy was in fact a total sham. A way of hiding a plutocracy from the masses. Unless you were born to the right family you stuck down at the bottom. The only way out was if the DNA scan at fourteen revealed any special talents. For James and his partner Suzy, the scan had been revealing. It revealed the rest of their life to them as one of drudgery.
People who showed any resentment about the way things were, were labeled as potential terrorists and had certain rights taken away from them. Depression therefore was rife and people could buy apply to have their internal bio-chips adjusted to make them feel happier by chemical means. James had always seen this as sacrificing his soul and had had his bio-chip illegally de-activated. Most however, were living their lives pumped with stimulants to stop themselves from feeling suicidal.
A new game caught James' eye. "Card Captor Sakura - Game One". Wow thought James. Suzy had a pile of Card Captor comics in their closet. She would love to play this game. James didn't know the story line of this Japanese Manga comic but he knew that Suzy could guide him through in a two player link-up.
James walked into the shop and up to the counter. A boy of about twenty was serving. From his PID (Prominent Identification) label James could see that he was a level 15 employee. This implied that his DNA was very slightly more highly rated that James' own DNA. Hence the slightly more desirable job. As James also had his ID displayed prominently (as was required by law) this guy knew that he out-ranked James. The media encouraged people to show respect to people below them in the DNA rankings.
"What will it be low-life?" asked the boy.
"Give me a copy of Card Captor Sakura arsehole".
This response surprised the boy as all speach was supposed to be monitored by a persons bio-chip and if lack of respect was shown to a senior worker then a small chemical deterent would be administered. This meant it was pretty safe to talk abusively to people who officially ranked lower than you but it was physically impossible to talk out of turn or attack somebody who ranked higher. Unless of course you had had your bio-chip de-activated. Quite a lot of people had had this done and even though it was illegal people were not keen to report you as it was entirely likely that you may be working for the State. People who interfered in State business were labelled as terrorists and executed.
"Certainly Sir" replyed the boy after a moments thought and dissapeared into the store room. James had a look around inside while he waited. The walls were filled with rows and rows of game cartridges. There were two or three girls looking at some Paradise Island games. James listened to what they said.
"I've never played a full immersion game before. I don't know how you can just let go of your consciousness and slip into it".
The girl was about 18 years old and had large grey eyes. Her hair was shaved the regulation 9mm, but coloured green for that hint of individualism.
"Me neither" said her friend "Is it just like day-dreaming?".
"You just let the game pull you into it. You dont have to try" James said helpfully to the two girls. They turned around and checked his PID. He saw that they were level 13.
"Don't talk to us scum." said the green haired girl and they turned their back on him.
"Fuck you. Arrogant bitches" said James as he walked away back to the counter. This scared the girls a little as they realised he didn't have a bio-chip and he may be a State worker. They quickly scuttled out of the shop.
"Here you go Sir. Card Captor Sakura Version One".
James grabbed the cartridge from the counter and slid his transaction card through the swiper.
He walked slowly to his flat where Suzy was waiting for him. He hoped she would like his little present.
End of Chapter One.
We don't own Cardcaptor Sakura. He dedicates this story to those who loves E+S pairings.
Warning: This is not for children since it contains explicit language, sexual expressions, drug taking and violences.
May Tricks
Chapter 1
James was just finishing a long shift at his job at the Pizza Emporium. The restaurant had been busy and James was feeling tired. He dragged his tired body to the locker room where he removed his apron and collected his jacket. He glanced at the clock hanging on the wall. It read 23:45. Suzy would be waiting for him when he got home. Hopefully she would have a meal prepared for him. More likely however, she would be playing a Sintranet-Total-Absorption-Game or STAG for short,
STAGs were the latest in gaming technology. The dream of virtual reality had at last been realised and the games market that was already big had become one of the biggest in the world. STAGs were unlike other computer games as once you connected into them you could forget you were playing a game as it was more like dreaming than playing a game. People who became addicted to these games could suffer disorientation when the game was over and they returned to reality. Other psychological side-effects that extensive use could cause were depression, insomnia, schizophrenia and suicidal tendencies. There were not only negative effects though. During the game events could occur that would cause extreme satisfaction, ecstacy both physical and mental.
The makers of the games put labels on them warning gamers not to play them too much. These warnings only added to the thrill though, much like the warnings on cigarette packets that had helped excite a generation into poisoning their lungs several generations before.
James strolled along the pavement to the underground train station. At this late hour the streets were still busy. Euro City One or London as it had been previously known was a 24 hour city and there were plenty of people rushing though the cold fizzing drizzle and eye-achingly bright holographic advertisements.
James walked past the STAG dealership and stopped to have a look in the window. All the new games and upgrades for STAG systems were lined up. There were hundreds of new titles and hundreds of thousands of older games to choose from. After the internet had been banned and the controlled internet (Sintranet) had been introduced to the world, people used this new technology as a drug rather than a tool. A lot of older people who were against the idea of a controlled internet still demonstrated against the Sintranet and called for the old internet to be made legal again. These people were fading out now though. They were out of touch with the new world order. Terrorism had destoyed may of the freedoms that people in the twentieth century had taken for granted. The world had become such a dangerous place that the governments had had to introduce a severely restrictive police-states and take total control of all property and information.
This left a guy like James who had been educated by the state working in The Pizza Emporium. If he had been born twenty years earlier he could have studied to become a doctor as he had wanted when he was a litlle boy. As it turned out when he reaced the age of fourteen and took the mandatory State DNA scan he was informed that genetically speaking he wouldn't cut it as a doctor. No explanation was given as to why not. That was not the state way of doing things. He was given a level 16 working permit and refused permission to apply for further education of health insurance.
This had been a huge dissapointment to James at the time. A level 16 working permit meant that Pizza Emporium was about as good as it got in terms of work. He had now been working their for 9 years as junior waiter. James situation wasn't unusual though. He was in the vast majority. It had long been realised that the previously sacred doctrine of democracy was in fact a total sham. A way of hiding a plutocracy from the masses. Unless you were born to the right family you stuck down at the bottom. The only way out was if the DNA scan at fourteen revealed any special talents. For James and his partner Suzy, the scan had been revealing. It revealed the rest of their life to them as one of drudgery.
People who showed any resentment about the way things were, were labeled as potential terrorists and had certain rights taken away from them. Depression therefore was rife and people could buy apply to have their internal bio-chips adjusted to make them feel happier by chemical means. James had always seen this as sacrificing his soul and had had his bio-chip illegally de-activated. Most however, were living their lives pumped with stimulants to stop themselves from feeling suicidal.
A new game caught James' eye. "Card Captor Sakura - Game One". Wow thought James. Suzy had a pile of Card Captor comics in their closet. She would love to play this game. James didn't know the story line of this Japanese Manga comic but he knew that Suzy could guide him through in a two player link-up.
James walked into the shop and up to the counter. A boy of about twenty was serving. From his PID (Prominent Identification) label James could see that he was a level 15 employee. This implied that his DNA was very slightly more highly rated that James' own DNA. Hence the slightly more desirable job. As James also had his ID displayed prominently (as was required by law) this guy knew that he out-ranked James. The media encouraged people to show respect to people below them in the DNA rankings.
"What will it be low-life?" asked the boy.
"Give me a copy of Card Captor Sakura arsehole".
This response surprised the boy as all speach was supposed to be monitored by a persons bio-chip and if lack of respect was shown to a senior worker then a small chemical deterent would be administered. This meant it was pretty safe to talk abusively to people who officially ranked lower than you but it was physically impossible to talk out of turn or attack somebody who ranked higher. Unless of course you had had your bio-chip de-activated. Quite a lot of people had had this done and even though it was illegal people were not keen to report you as it was entirely likely that you may be working for the State. People who interfered in State business were labelled as terrorists and executed.
"Certainly Sir" replyed the boy after a moments thought and dissapeared into the store room. James had a look around inside while he waited. The walls were filled with rows and rows of game cartridges. There were two or three girls looking at some Paradise Island games. James listened to what they said.
"I've never played a full immersion game before. I don't know how you can just let go of your consciousness and slip into it".
The girl was about 18 years old and had large grey eyes. Her hair was shaved the regulation 9mm, but coloured green for that hint of individualism.
"Me neither" said her friend "Is it just like day-dreaming?".
"You just let the game pull you into it. You dont have to try" James said helpfully to the two girls. They turned around and checked his PID. He saw that they were level 13.
"Don't talk to us scum." said the green haired girl and they turned their back on him.
"Fuck you. Arrogant bitches" said James as he walked away back to the counter. This scared the girls a little as they realised he didn't have a bio-chip and he may be a State worker. They quickly scuttled out of the shop.
"Here you go Sir. Card Captor Sakura Version One".
James grabbed the cartridge from the counter and slid his transaction card through the swiper.
He walked slowly to his flat where Suzy was waiting for him. He hoped she would like his little present.
End of Chapter One.