Nikki Looks Back
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Part I: "Nikki Looks Back"

Nicola ("Nikki") Weathers stood at the kitchen counter, chopping red, yellow
and green peppers for tonight's peppersteak. The pyronic stovetop, with its
simmering pots and pans, radiated heat and beads of sweat dripped down the
sides of Nikki's face and neck. Dark brown, almost black curly hair reached
Nikki's shoulder, setting off a narrowish, tanned face, framed on each side by
big, but delicate, gold-metallic hoop earrings. Nikki was wearing a clingy
one-shouldered blouse, cobalt blue in a fine-mesh, stretchy fabric. It
completely revealed one of Nikki's tanned shoulders; at the other side, a thin
spaghetti strap held it in place, exposing most of that shoulder, as well.
Working in the waves of heat generated by the kitchen range, and the sun from
the window, at least Nikki could take comfort in modern, skin-revealing
clothing ... Nikki's blue blouse was also cropped to reveal a swath of bare
midriff and a small, sparkly-gold navel ring.

Nikki was 165 cm tall, with a figure that was "all curves". With bare
shoulders smoothly tanned but pert and delicate in size, Nikki's arms were
soft but firm, rounded and without any visible muscle. Nikki's waistline,
bared by the cropped blouse, was slender, trim and taut.

But the real curves started below the waist, at the hips. At the pelvis,
Nikki's figure flared out, widened proudly and curvaceously, to meet
voluptuous thighs. The low-rise dresspants, in blue stretch nylex to match
that one-shouldered top, clung to those curves at the hips and upper thighs.
But the pantlegs were actually ultra-wide; so, falling straight down from the
breadth of the hips, the wispy fabric billowed like delicate sails around the
soft, taut skin of Nikki's own legs. Above, the stretchy material of the
dresspants clung so tightly to Nikki's broad hips and generous buttocks that
it looked not so much like fabric, but like blue skin. Whenever Nikki's hips
moved, even the tiniest bit, the blue stretchy fabric seemed to highlight
every curve.

A frilly apron of almost-sheer, brilliant white material was tied in back with
saucy lace apron strings encircling Nikki's bare waistline. The wispy material
of the blue dresspants danced in a symphony of floating waves and delicate
flutters every time Nikki moved. And the black strappy, stiletto heeled
sandals were thoroughly modern, the latest style, with heels that were high
and very slender and absolutely straight from all angles. The ultra-wide hems
of the dresspants ended about 9 centimeters from the ground, showing off most
of the dagger-slim 12 centimeter high heels, and much of Nikki's feet and
toes. Occasionally, the delicate fabric brushed bare toes, because when you're
wearing strappy, stiletto-heeled sandals, that will happen.

Curly strands of perspiration-moist, almost black hair were tickling Nikki's
bare left shoulder. It was frustrating, sweaty, uncomfortable, while trying to
cook. With a slender hand, manicured and braceleted, Nikki brushed the damp
hair off the bare shoulder.

It was hot in the big kitchen today, and Nikki felt every bit of the heat. But
the view up there was great. The apartment was so big and airy, and on Level
417 of the metroplex. So, over the broad, curving countertop with its endless
cooking space and pyronic stove, was a huge, gorgeous, upward-angled window
with a panoramic view of the city. Skycars and servodrones, even the
occasional spaceplane, flew about in all directions. Mostly they were far
away, going from one metroplex to another.

Occasionally, though, a skycar would fly so close to window, that Nikki wanted
to should at the driver and tell her not to fly so close!

Nikki fingered his dark-brown, almost black moustache. It was hot in here!
Taking a break from chopping peppers, Nikki looked at the opposite side of the
kitchen, where a wall-sized Hive was installed. "Hive on", he said. The
wall-sized screen came to life with a holographic image of a man sitting
behind a big desk, reading the news. It was Randella Gentry, the midday news
presenter on the FMO ("For Men Only") network. Randella, or Randi as he was
called, was about 35 and wore his reddish hair spiked in the front, and long
in the back. Shiny metallic green earrings in geometric shapes dangled from
his ears. Gentry wore a dark red blouse that bared his right shoulder, similar
to Loni's top - the one-shoulder style was hugely popular among Vixan men.

Randi Gentry droned with some report about a VSEA space mission to G14, a moon
of Gamelon - a planet Loni didn't know much about - it was in the same system
as Vix, he believed. Apparently an exploration craft, GE-1340 with six
astronauts landed on G14. The six women, in planetsuits, got out and went
about exploring the surface.

But one of the women, Lieutenant Gwendolyn Welch, 24 years old, was exploring
an ice floe and slid down a crevice in the ice. The Hive displayed an image of
an attractive, fresh-faced blonde with blue eyes, wearing gray overalls with
the gold-and-orange VSEA logo. She slid all the way down ... Said Gentry:
"Technicians on the crew of the GE-1340 estimated that the crevice is 900
meters deep in parts. The crew is unable to reach Lt. Welch by audionet, and
robotic surveillance probes are being lowered into the crack to search for
her. Meanwhile, at home on Denara, a young househusband, 27 year-old Adona
Welch, is waiting for any kind of positive news about his wife." The program
displayed an image of a distraught young man, with curly light brown hair and
a moustache, hoop earrings and a white, one-shoulder blouse.

Nikki stood there looking at the Hive, with his butt up against the
countertop, as a commercial came on. He wiped his hands, covered in pepper
juices and small seeds, with one corner of his white apron. It was still hot
in here. "Overhead AC unit, on," he said, and small, invisible jets in the
ceiling started blowing cool air his way. The damp sweat on his forehead
turned cold and the wispy breeze dried his hair and tickled the bare skin of
his shoulder. It felt wonderful. He put his hands on his broad hips and
enjoyed the rushing cool air.

Nikki thought of Adona Welch, the young househusband on Denara, whose
too-curious wife, pretty blonde Lieutenant Gwendolyn, took one too many steps
on a distant world. And fell into an icy hellhole!

The girl was 24, the same age as his Jennifer! And her husband was 27, a year
younger than Nikki. A sigh of relief - as much physical as emotional - passed
through Nikki's body. His wife, Jennifer, was also an attractive blonde with
blue eyes. But at least Jennifer had a job that kept her from physical danger
- most of the time, at least. Jennifer was a graduate of the law department of
Bethel Fields University - the top-ranked university on Vix - and a lawyer at
Dubonnet Gifford Shields, a big law firm in downtown Commercy. And Jennifer
graduated 2nd in her class of 233 girls! Nikki took pride in the fact that
Jennifer was a brilliant lawyer who graduated from the most prestigious law
school on the planet, at the top of the class. That was how she was able to
secure such a prestigious job, one year ago, at such a young age. That was why
they could afford this luxury apartment. That was why the district central
committee of their political party, the People's Socialist Alliance, was
encouraging Jennifer to enter politics and run for the Metro Council at such a
young age.

Before she started law school, when she was still an undergraduate at
Centercoast University, Jennifer wasn't interested in politics. When they met,
four years ago, Nikki was a hairstylist at HyperCuts near the University, and
she was a regular customer. Jennifer's gorgeous, thick blonde hair was a
pleasure to cut and style. And Nikki, with a longtime interest in politics,
would ask Jennifer what she thought about different political issues of the
day. It seemed Jennifer had no real political opinions. She was interested in
sports - she played middle hitter on the University's volleyball team, the
Gold Hawks. Whenever she came into HyperCuts, Nikki would be watching some
political show on the Hive, but Jennifer would ask to change the channel to
sports - volleyball or basketball or tennis or rugby, or sometimes even
rollerderby or boxing.

But Jennifer was 19 and gorgeous, with a perfect fair complexion, full rosy
lips, blonde hair and blue-eyes. And at 188 cm tall, she had perfect legs that
never ended, broad shoulders and a toned, athletic body that any man would die
for. Most of the time she'd come in to HyperCuts in one of her little sports
outfits, a volleyball uniform or something similarly brief, with short shorts
that showed off every centimeter of those long, perfect legs. Every time
Jennifer showed up at the door of HyperCuts, Nikki's heart skipped a few beats
and his knees got weak.

So usually, as Nikki cut her hair, they'd turn the channel to a sports game,
but sometimes they'd watch the news, and Nikki would always give his opinions
about what was happening politically in the world. Nikki had some strong
opinions. As he cut her hair one day, standing there in his usual black
dresspants, a black bare-midriff top, black stiletto-heeled, strappy sandals
(always his favorite) and big silver hoop earrings, he introduced her to his
fiery brand of politics.

"I'm a proud member of my party, Jenny. Have you heard of People's Socialism?"

"Socialism, isn't that where the government runs everything?"

"Yes, in theory. But around the world, people have been voting so-called
socialist politicians into office, and we just get more of the same. Private
corporations do well and exploit and impoverish the people. We need a new
socialism, Jenny. A people's socialism!" Nikki's big, brown eyes seemed to
grow larger with passion. "People's Socialism isn't the same thing as the
watered-down, pseudo-socialism that all these neo-liberal,
corporately-sponsored politicians force down our throats. People's Socialism
is what the Alliance believes in -- a socialism of the working class!"

"But if the government ran everything, wouldn't that mean -"

Nikki cut in -- "It would mean we'd have equality! What's so wrong with that?"

"But, for instance, this hair salon. I believe it's owned by a corporation.
Under socialism would you still have a job?"

"Sure I would! People would still need to get their hair cut. That doesn't
change, under socialism. Sweetie, you're still a girl. You're 19. Still a
baby. Jenny, I've been working for this company for 6 years, since I graduated
from high school, and I'm 24 now and still making just a little more than
minimum wage. Sure, I get to cut the hair of a lot of pretty athletes from the
university, but look what I get paid, Jenny. I make 6.5 credits an hour! And
the owners of the HyperCuts chain, they're making millions, guaranteed. We
need a strong government to protect the rights of working people, Jenny. The
PSA is fighting for everybody. The PSA fights for the working class!"

"So, exactly who would own this chain if we had socialism?"

"Honey, the politicians tell us we have socialism right now. But it's not true
socialism. Under the real socialism, People's Socialism, it would be owned by
the workers, through the state."

"So the government would own every business?"

"The state would own all businesses, yes. But then I guess they wouldn't be
called businesses anymore, would they? They'd be called collectives, or
cooperatives. Worker-owned cooperatives. And that's People's Socialism!"

"So, then everyone would be an employee of the state?"

"Yes. Look at how it is now, sweetie. When a worker is employed by a private
company, the company and its - executives - are stealing part of her labor.
They take her labor, and pay her, but they take most of it, and become rich
through her labor. Under People's Socialism, Jennifer, there's none of that.
No exploitation. We all work for the common good. For the people! Every woman
is equal!"

"And every man?"

"It works for men, too. I don't want my wife, someday, to be exploited by some
private corporation. I want her to work at her job and get paid based on her
brains and her talents, and what she's able to produce and accomplish, not
based on some corporation's whims or bottom line or some ridiculous capitalist
marketplace. As a man, I would feel more proud of my girl, my wife, if the
value of her work goes to help the betterment of all humankind, not some
corporate plutocracy. And a man who feels proud of his woman, his girl, like
that will enjoy his role even more. How can a man enjoy taking care of his
girl, his wife, when some corporation is exploiting her, taking her labor and
diverting it away from the people? Sweetie, you know, a man wants to feel like
a man. Ask any man. Ask any man on the street. Men want to enjoy being men.
And for that we need to respect women."

"OK, but -"

"There is no but." Nikki lowered his voice and looked at her. "Men are
supposed to be helpmates for women. Females are the taller and the physically
stronger sex, and also the sex with the rational mind. Males are the softer
sex, look at us. We're shorter and smaller and weaker than women! And our
brains are, you know, genetically and biologically wired for emotions and
feelings and intuition, not for math and science and technology and running
governments. The male sex is the softer sex! When a man looks up at a woman,
he needs to feel that she's in control. Men need to feel that you women know
what you're doing, that you're in charge of things, so that we can concentrate
on taking care of you. How can we enjoy that, how can we enjoy being men and
taking care of our women, when our women's labor is being exploited by
capitalists? When we know that the people aren't equal because a few people, a
tiny handful of people, have succeeded in usurping the economic power for
themselves and keeping people unequal? In that kind of society, men can't
completely respect women. In that kind of society, under capitalism, men can't
completely look up to women and be the good little helpmates we're supposed to
be. We want to be the best helpmates we can be. We know we're the softer sex.
We know we're the weaker sex. But we can't be as soft or as weak as we want to
be, we can't serve and take care of women as well as we want to if our women
are being exploited. Someday, when I get married, I want my girl to work for
the good of all people, the common good, and when she earns her salary, I'll
feel that everything she's earned, she deserves, and everything she deserves,
she's earned, and anything else is going to the common good, society, the
state - to make everyone equal! To provide services - medical care, education,
training, housing, leisure - for everyone!"

"But the VPA government does most of that stuff already, don't they? I mean,
right now, medical care and education are mostly subsidized by the
government."

"And the people need more of that, Jenny! The people need more! And the people
shall have more, because we will fight for a People's Socialist revolution!"

"You want a revolution in the streets? You mean fighting?"

"Not necessarily fighting. Just people standing up for their rights. It's
mostly a political fight, through elections. But if that doesn't work -"

"If that doesn't work you'll take it to the streets, right?"

"The revolution doesn't have to be violent, but if it needs to, it'll get to
that point."

"Sounds like fun!"

Back then, Jennifer had not yet declared a major at school but was considering
Mathematics, because, in her last year of high school, she had received the
highest possible score on the math section of the University Application
Examination.

On the day before Jennifer had to declare her major, she came in for a haircut
and Nikki said, "I know you're really brilliant at math and all that, but I
think you need to think beyond that. Numbers are cool, but aren't they for
introverts? You're more of an extrovert. You get along well with people.
You're a leader on the volleyball court. You're very smart. Why not go to law
school?"

"Law school? But I've always liked technology."

"Jennifer, do you know that the same talent you have for mathematics and
science is also tested - in another way - on the Law Studies Entrance
Examination? You've heard of the LSEX, right?"

She smiled. "The LSEX? It sounds like something prohibited for minors. Do I
have to be 21?"

"Ahahaha!" His brown eyes brightened at her joke. "No. You can take it right
now. In fact it's not too late to register for next week's test."

"Really? And what does being a lawyer have to do with math? Because the two
seem so different."

"It's logic, rational thinking, analytical thinking, honey. I'm going to say
it again - the same things that make you a whiz at math will make you ace the
LSEX and get into a top law school. There's a big section on the LSEX test
called Logic Games, and there are several sections that test your analytical
reasoning skills."

"And why do I want to be a lawyer, again?"

"Lawyers make more money than computer nerds, for one."

"Oh!" She smiled. "It's all about money, now? You're such a socialist!"

"People's Socialist!"

"Oh, People's Socialist! I thought you don't believe that people should make a
lot of money."

"I didn't say that people shouldn't make a lot of money. That's not what
socialism, People's Socialism, is about. Under People's Socialism, there will
still be those who earn more money. But it'll be based on talent and ability,
not exploitation. It'll be based on your brainpower. And the discrepancies in
income won't be as great. There'll still be a ruling class, a governing class,
you know, politicians, bureaucrats, intellectuals. The knowledge workers, the
technocratic class. In fact, if anything, the technocratic class will be even
stronger, in an even better position than they are now, because more of state
power will be centralized and in the people's hands. And the technocrats will
still have bigger salaries than, say, a skybus driver or a policewoman. But
they'll be serving the people, all the people."

"But that's assuming we elect a socialist government."

"A People's Socialist government, sweetie. And yes, that is. But even before
that, being a lawyer is like, so cool. It's a really cool career for a smart
girl. Because you can use your brains, plus you can use your outgoing nature,
your people skills. Why lock yourself up in a box, in a room, like a nerdy
engineer and program computers all day? That's not cool. Nerds aren't cool.
Why not be a lawyer? Use your intelligence, and your personality, to persuade,
to convince, to change things in the real world. Plus you can go into
politics!"

"Why would I want to go into politics?"

"Sweetie, politics is everything! It's how we make the decisions that
determine how we live, now and in the future. Politics is, like, the art of
persuasion. And law is the science of persuasion!"

"And why do I want to persuade people that one type of politics is better than
another?"

"Because one type of politics is better than another. Come on, Jenny, deep in
your heart, you know I'm right. You know that socialism is fairer than the
shitty social market, watered-down welfare state corporate capitalism we have
now. And you know People's Socialism is the way to go."

"But don't a lot of lawyers work for corporations? Don't they help capitalists
exploit people?"

"They might represent corporations, if their law firms do, but that doesn't
mean they share the ideology of capitalists. Plus, a lawyer should be allowed
to earn good money, if she's competent and intelligent enough to do accomplish
it. And lawyers represent a lot of good causes, too. Oppressed people.
Exploited workers. The environment. The falsely accused. As a lawyer, you can
use your brains to really help people. In the real world, Jenny. Not inside of
some computer box, pressing buttons. And you work with all kinds of
interesting issues, public policy issues, political issues."

"Such as what?"

"Such as - well, how about it if you came along with me to some of our PSA
Youth group meetings? The local PSA Youth is meeting down by the C270
Waterway, to talk about environmental issues next week ...

"Really?" asked Jennifer. "What environmental issues?"

"Oh! Well, big corporations polluting our water and air, for one thing.
Companies, like, putting toxic chemicals into the rivers and streams and our
drinking water. Rich corporate executives stealing land from common citizens
to use for big capitalist moneymaking schemes."

"That sounds interesting. I agree, if these corporations are doing that, it's
horrible. Someone should stop them. But what does your group do about all
this?"

"We learn about what's going on, we research and discuss what's really
happening, not what they report on the corporate media. Some of our people
contact the media and do Hive interviews. We coordinate strategy, to organize
people through the party and non-profit pressure groups. And you know, we've
got activists and we plan, like, actions and protests, to spread the word
about these capitalist crimes that are happening, that people aren't aware
of!"

"Okay, I'd like to go check it out. It's something to get involved in. When
exactly is this meeting happening?"

"Next Friday at 4 pm. Have you been to BSB?"

"What's BSB?"

"Blue Sun Boulevard. You know that area along the waterfront down at C270 with
all those, like, cool shops and restaurants and little boutiques? It's called
Blue Sun Boulevard, BSB. There's a big caf' right in the middle there, the
Apocalypto. The PSA Youth environmental coordinating committee meets there
every month."

"Is there a skygarage around that area?"

"Sure. There are several. My friends and I, we usually take the Citysouth
skybus, though. We're all guys. Were you planning to fly yourself? You got a
skycar?"

"Yeah, I do. I have volleyball practice at 1 pm every Friday. It usually goes
2 hours. So I guess I could just fly down there when I'm done. It's about a 10
minute flight from the University."

"And I have to work on Friday until 3. So I, like, get off the same time as
you do. Hmmm ... . If you want to go, could I get a ride with you?"

"Sure. Where should I meet you?"

"Could you come pick me up here, at the salon, at like 3:30?"

"Okay. But how will your friends get there?"

"Oh, they can take the skybus."

"You're sure?"

"Hmmm ... Okay. How big is your skycar? There are 3 of us. Me and Jona and
Toni." Nikki was just finishing up Jennifer's hair.

"That's not a problem. There's room. Okay, then I'll see you here at 3:30."

"Oh, by the way. This style works as a long bob. I can part your hair on the
side because it looks really cute like that, coming down on the sides of your
face. It frames your face, it's very cute. Unless you want me to comb it
backward and we can put into a nice pretty ponytail. I have some scrunchies
and ribbons for you here on my worktable."

"Okay. That's fine. I'll have a ponytail for now."

"Oh, good choice. Very sporty. All the pretty athletes are wearing ponytails
these days."

Nikki picked up a bright blue elastic ribbon, gathered Jennifer's golden locks
and pulled them back, and tied the ribbon into place.

"Your hair is so shiny. It's a warm blonde. And the blue ribbon matches your
eyes!" He smiled.

Nikki untied Jennifer's salon smock and pulled it off her. Jennifer stood up
to her full 188 cm of height. She was so tall and sexy. Nikki's heart jumped a
beat. He felt a stirring inside him, in his loins and his cock. He put his
hands on his hips and looked up at her.

"It looks darling!" he said. He realized the remark just seemed to spill out
of his mouth uncontrollably. He felt helpless standing there in front of this
strapping, gorgeous blonde. His cock had completely taken over from his head.

"So, 3:30 on Friday? Here?"

"I'll see you here Friday." She turned and went to the counter to pay for the
haircut.