The Naturals

“Lit Match” by thesmallwonder via DeviantArt

Wayne wondered how long he could continue like this. Looking into Sandrine’s pale olive eyes, he didn’t know how he could stop.

As he lit the candle on the cafe table between them, he paused to admire her features in the match’s firelight. One hundred years before she would’ve been lovely.

In 2092, an age of cosmetic nano-reconstruction and remotely controlled drone bodies, Sandrine was plain. Forty years before, nanotechnology made body modification cheap and painless. The perfect body was attainable by anyone. Antlers and feathers followed, replacing tattoos as fashion statements. Drone bodies made the situation worse. They were indistinguishable from real humans, all senses perfectly transmitted to the controller in minute detail. People could enjoy an active sex life from home without the dangers of it. These were the most perfect bodies of all.

Wayne didn’t care about all that. Sandrine was perfect in his eyes.

They’d been meeting at Ankara Cafe for months. Situated beside the bay, the sounds of the surf soothed the soul and the smells of fresh Turkish food inspired the palette. As wonderful as these things were, their favorite feature of the location was the Boardwalk. The elite of the City liked to meander there. Wayne and Sandrine liked to observe and talk about them.

“Check her out,” said Sandrine, nodding to a woman in yellow. Literal faerie wings sprouted from her back. Tiny implanted muscles allowed her to control them. “She got those in ’77.”

“Uh uh. They appeared in 2075,” countered Wayne.

“Nah. Look at the the rotational control. Not happening until ’77.”

“Good point. Hey check him out.”

“Long neck and nictitating eyes? That’s old.”

“That guy is freaky.”

“Yeah, antlers and hooves? Meh. That’s a drone. It’s cheating. The controller is probably in a couch on the other side of the City.”

“I know. Then there’s her,” noted Wayne.

“Tufted feather ears?” She snorted.

“Late eighties!” they said together.

Sandrine sighed. “Rest of her is perfection though. Hips, waist, bust all in perfect proportion. Impossible to achieve naturally.”

“I suppose she’s okay,” said Wayne tentatively.

“Stop.” Sandrine rolled her eyes. “I don’t care if you look. She’s scientifically designed to push all your attraction buttons. ”

“Well, yeah, but attraction is more than animal magnetism. And her extreme good looks are a point against her, don’t you think?. It’s too much. When nano-mods are free and drones nearly free then everybody is beautiful. Beauty ceases to be, beauty.”

Sandrine offered a thankful smile. “That explains me, I guess. I never went for body mods because it seems so…pedestrian. Common. If beauty isn’t earned then is it still beauty?” She sipped at her coffee. “Anyway, I hope my physical flaws don’t put you off too much.”

“What flaws?”

“Smooth talker,” she accused.

“What about me?” Wayne gestured at himself. He knew his flaws precisely: No muscle definition, protruding belly, too much body hair, and a nose not quite straight.

“That’s your beauty, Sweetie. You’re a natural like me. That’s something rare and precious these days.”

They strolled back to her apartment and made love in their casual, playful fashion. Their comfort in each other’s arms couldn’t last, though. Both worked at demanding jobs, and both distracted the other one too much when they were together. Wistfully, Wayne pulled himself away from her wonderful eyes with a last kiss.


At his flat, he removed his clothes and patted his bulbous belly.

He sat in a chair next to a body ensconced in foam.

Discs embedded in the chair glowed blue as the charging cycle began, and Wayne slumped like a stringless marionette.

The body rose up from the padded controller and the eyes opened. Wayne looked out from his natural eyes once again. He looked in the mirror at his own body, sculpted to perfection with nano-mods. He looked down at the drone in its charging station. “It’s the only way she would accept me,” he explained to the unresponsive drone. “For Sandrine, I knew the only perfection is imperfection. That’s why I needed you.”

“I’m gonna tell her,” he told his reflection in the mirror. “She’ll understand. I’m sure she loves me for me, not the body. I’ll admit it all to her tomorrow…maybe next week. Well, soon anyway.”


Sandrine sighed at the drone charging up in her closet. “I’m convinced. Wayne loves me, not just You. I know I said I’d tell him everything last month. This time I will. I promise.”
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About EagleAye

I like looking at the serious subjects in the news and seeking the lighter side of the issue. I love satire and spoofs. I see the ridiculous side of things all the time, and my goal is to share that light-hearted view.
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17 Responses to The Naturals

  1. List of X says:

    Bunch of fakers, them all. I’m the only one whose realyy natu…..LOW BATTERY, PLUG IN THE CHARGER! LOW BATTERY, PLUG IN THE CHARGER!

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  2. Love this one! Both your writing and the message are right on time. Good job, EA!

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  3. jmwwriting says:

    Wow, really great story. Nice twist!

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  4. Very cool tech! if it was around for real I bet it’d cause a fad among celebrities, who’re famous for no obvious reason, to make their own backsides much larger than anybody else’s. Oh wait…

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    • EagleAye says:

      Haha! It’s not nice to talk about Nicki Minaj like that. 😉 I really do think this tech will arrive eventually. And when it does, it’s going to be strange. People who get horns implanted now will look passe then. Fashion Forward will take on a whole new meaning!

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  5. Lyn says:

    If it could help my knees grow new cartilage, I’m all for it 😀

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  7. Joy Pixley says:

    Or the Not Quite Naturals, as the case may be. Funny, I was just thinking earlier today about how wealthy people in my high-magic society of Pyann would use their access to tons of low-level magic to do all kinds of fancy body-mods. Not such a different result as your high-tech version, really. 🙂

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    • EagleAye says:

      Oh yeah. Functionally, Fantasy and Scifi are very similar. You need to create a foreign world with unusual features, and then create rules for how those features operate. Socially, the wealthy will always be able to do things ordinary folks couldn’t afford or get away with. I think it’s a “realistic imaginary world” where that exists.

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