I scrambled over to the monitor to be sure that it was picking up and recording the dream. Then a very short, very bright flash showed across the screen. “But that’s not why I’m here. You will witness a criminal actually having to experience the trauma which he inflicted on his victims.”
A gray-haired man in a white lab coat entered the room and stood beside him. until the great-great-great-great-great-grandson of the legendary W creates a suit that records people’s thoughts and dreams, including things they don’t consciously remember. I often like to envision what the world might be like long after I have become the dust of history, so the emphasis of this story is the workings of a possible future world.ut this post deals with very non-consensual sex. “The data stream shows that James is getting sexual pleasure out of being raped.”
“Congratulations, Senator,” I said with a sneer. When the right man… It didn’t remove the memories themselves.”
I paused while I used a warm cloth to wipe the sweat from her body.
