The Jockey

As a mind jockey, he can only describe the electric pulse of activating his probe implant as “Better than sex.”

Kai maps the denizens of the throbbing night club before grabbing tequila from a waiter’s coaster. He sought a partner to ride broadcasting atypical neuro-frequencies matching his own. Failing to find a partner in twenty minutes or jock an incompatible mind will worsen his withdrawal. His neurons will flood with toxicity resulting in a rather painful seizure.

Kai spots his target in a kaleidoscope of roaring synths and strobe lights. A ping of pain from his implant shocks him into action. He grabs two tequilas and approaches.

“Hey, beautiful, drink and a ride?”

Startled, the blonde man scans Kai’s face and deems him a junkie. Kai bites down on his tongue after his implant seers with the intensity of hot iron. He had failed to mask his neuro-patterns before approaching.

“I can see the desperation vibrating off of you,” Said the blonde man walking away. The crowd follows him out of sight like chicks behind a hen. Kai’s vision doubles and splits into shoots of cyan and ruby. He broadcasts a desperate emergency ping and collapses. He awakes to the sight of a large woman hovering over him. Her face appeared deformed and patterned with metal.

“You owe me one now…stranger,” She whispers.

Kai runs a diagnostic scan on his neurons, they are in exceptional condition.

“You modded my probes?” Asks Kai observing his new location. A shadowy basement littered with oil, wires, and smoking limbs.

“Oh yes, your mind was a match,” says the woman with her face cracking into a smile, “Better than sex.”