24 Square Meter - A Dystopian Love Story

In the future one huge mega corporation rules Earth. Every country, every state, every other corporation, every private entity had been consumed by GOD – short for Global Operation Debbie – a company once founded as a nail polishing studio by a woman named Debbie and then gradually evolving into the current all owning company over the following centuries.

I was born into the world run by GOD. I was born and raised by GOD, and it’s all knowing, all seeing and totally perfect AI who had been running the corporation for ages. Yes, I came out of an artificial womb, I got raised by robots, I even got genetically modified to become the next to perfect consumer.

A consumer of things produced and provided by GOD, because to keep on running, to keep on working and existing a company needs to sell things. To benefit some mystical beings called shareholders. Even here in the future. The mega corporation had invested a lot over the previous centuries to create an almost perfect consumer, who also was a next to perfect corporate drone. And I was one of them.

The company even gave me a name, 1984t79/2145, at least sort off, because actually it just was the designation of the housing unit I had been living in since I was deemed grown up enough to be able to life on my own, to leave the child and youth care facilities behind me, to become a part of the consuming work force, to live on my own.

Yes, really a life on my own, because my standardized twenty four square meter big housing unit, it was my own little world. It was the place most of my life will took place in. The place I most likely would die in, after serving my purpose as the next to perfect constantly consuming corporate drone.

But my death was definitely not around the corner on that one morning when a friendly warm computer voice called my name, told me that it was six o’clock and that it was time to get out of bed to start my day. At least a friendly voice in the beginning, the tone got harsher and the lights in my room brighter and brighter until I finally gave up and left my bed behind me.

I just was no morning person, but GOD didn’t care. As far as I knew everyone’s day in mega city six started at six o’clock in the morning. As soon as I was out of my bed, it automatically made itself. A small sum was billed on my account for it happening. A sum that I was more than willing to pay to have a fresh, clean and sterilized bed to fall into once my day would be over.

After rubbing the sleep out of my eyes I got out of my sleeping clothes and then I dumped them into the trash shoot – you wore your clothes once, you disposed of them, cheap standard clothes were provided to you by GOD for free, fancy more comfortable ones you had to buy – before heading into the bathroom corner of my housing unit. It was an own little separate room, divided from the rest of my living quarters through a glass wall, and it contained a shower, a sink, a mirror and a toilet.

I sat down on the last thing mentioned to do my daily business, and it was then that the glass wall turned into a screen that displayed the newest products GOD has introduced to the market: Nothing but happy faces that got even happier after spending their hard earned money on the newest GOD product with the speakers on almost full volume.

I could have turned off the advertisement by spending some of my hard earned money on it, but I next to never did. Because I was saving up for something. I was saving up for a better life.

And no, just turning it off by pulling a plug, it was no doable at all. Everything was built in a way that no plugs were available. Everything was hidden behind some wall panels, and taking them off, it would mean destroying corporate property. Because I didn’t own my twenty four square meter big living quarters, I owned nothing inside my four walls, everything was rented do me by GOD.

And willingly destroying corporate property, it was a crime. A crime at best punishable through public execution on an electric chair and at worst by exile. That meant you’d get tossed out into the toxic poisoned wastelands that were laying in between the mega cities, where a very painful, very agonizing and very slow death was waiting for you.

So watching adds all the time, because as soon as the turned on in the morning the didn’t really turned off until evening news and entertainment time, it was for me. They tried to sell me a fancy looking watch while I enjoyed my two minutes standard morning shower. Again, I could have showered longer, but I would have had to pay for it. Two free shower minutes were provided by GOD. And you had to shower, because not doing so was considered a violation of some health and safety protocols. Punishable at worst by getting executed or exiled, at best by starving for a few days.

After my quick and refreshing morning shower it was time for some breakfast. I went with the standard breakfast that was provided to me for free by GOD: It was some mostly tasteless but according to the adds very healthy and nutritious sludge that provided everything for me that my body needed. Well, everything except taste, joy and pleasure. That would have cost me some extra money.

While having my breakfast I moved over to my small one person dinner table in front of the one big window my living quarters had. I always enjoyed the view while eating. Not that it was a great view: Straight forward on the other side of a roughly ten meters wide gap there was a concrete wall, with plenty of windows in it. That concrete wall reached as far as the eye could see in every direction.

Every window was the same size, and behind every window there was a housing unit like mine, and there was most likely someone sitting behind the window having their breakfast like I did, watching outside, enjoying the view. But that was just an assumption, because you only could see from the inside out, and not from the outside in, and communication between the units, it wasn’t a thing at all.

But sometimes, and that was what I was hopping for every time when I had a meal, something happened on the outside: On some days it began to rain or snow, or maybe a surveillance drone was flying by my window. It was great when stuff like that happened, and it was a nice distraction from everyday life, and it also always distracted me for some time from the adds that were constantly running in the background.

Once I was done eating I dumped my dishes into the trash shoot. I was billed nothing for doing so, because the service was paying for itself, trash of all kind was an important resource to make new things on a planet who’s resources were mostly depleted. It was the next to perfect recycling economy. Nothing, really nothing went to waste inside a mega city.

After I had gotten rid of my dishes it was time to go to work. I walked the few meters from the trash shoot over to the other side of my twenty four square meter big home where the big screen was already on, half filled with adds while the other half was filled with work. I then sat down on my everything but comfy but very ergonomic chair and began to get some work done.

My job for the day was to check if the all seeing, always correct AI that was running GOD made any mistakes in optimizing the waste disposal system in grid B89 sub sector C12. It was very unlikely for me to find an error, because as previously mentioned the AI was perfect, but it needed to be done. Because procedure C56/A/V96 couldn’t be completed without a human being checking the work of an AI, and without completion of C56/A/V96 things weren’t able to leave the planning stage and getting turned into reality.

So I sat there, carefully reading documents line by line and checking every calculation by using a calculator that was not connected to the AI that I liked to refer to as god, not to confuse with GOD the corporation, at all. But I shouldn’t sit for long and my desk and my screen would automatically start to raise and to lower down itself again.

The desk, the screen lowering and raising all the time, it more or less made me do squats, one after the other while working. It was part of the keep our employees healthy program, that showed that GOD actually really cared about it’s employees and their tights and butts staying big and well shaped while everything else was skinny. Mostly hairless and skinny, because the AI had come to the conclusion a long time ago that body hair was nothing but a waste of resources.

The work day lasted for exactly twelve hours. Twelve hours that only allowed two bathroom breaks, and no lunch break at all. Sounds gruesome, but I was used to it, and always very hungry at the end of my shift. Hungry enough to eat whatever was served for dinner.

Dinner would be the first thing on my everyday schedule after I was done working. I mostly always went for the standard meal provided for free to me by GOD, but on that day I decided that it was time to treat me to something special. Something sweet and tasty that I had been craving for what felt like an eternity: A single chocolate cookie for dessert.

It shouldn’t take more than a few minutes and my meal order arrived. Already heated, packed in some plastic on a plastic tray, ready to eat. I pulled my food out of the delivery box and then I took it over to my table in front of the window. I then went back into the bathroom where I poured myself some drinking water from the sink. Then it was time for lunch.

While munching my totally blend, but very nutritious and also free, well mostly free, because when you were not working, it was no food for you, main course I looked out of the window again. Hoping for something to happen, and this time, I shouldn’t be disappointed.

A bunch of surveillance drones flew by my window from left to right and kept on heading forwards full speed ahead. The first thought that crossed my mind while watching what was going on was: “An emergency. Most likely a malfunction in one of the system. Some human must have screwed up again, because the AI doesn’t make any errors.”

I kept on eating, while thinking that they most likely would show later on the news what had been happening. I ate one spoon full after the other. I shoveled the main dish as fast inside me as anyhow possible, I washed it all down with plenty of water, while looking forward on the upcoming taste explosion in my mouth. While looking onto the cookie laying on the tray next to were my main course had been laying.

Then I was done eating the main dish, I flushed my mouth more than thorough with water, to make sure that there was nothing in it anymore that could eventually screw up what would come next: The more than awesome taste experience of me eating a cookie. A cookie that I had spent seven days worth of my salary on. A truly luxurious item. That I would eat, taste and devour soon.

After looking at the still packaged cookie for some time, with my mouth watering, imagining what would come next, I decided that it was time to unwrap my dessert. To tear open the plastic packaging it came in, to inhale the scent that would stream out into my living quarters and then to take out the cookie and take a first tiny little bit off it.

The scent alone, so good. Then the first tiny little bite. The texture crunchy, fat, sugar mixed with a little bit of chocolate. I chewed on the first tiny little bit until there was no taste left in my mouth anymore. Time stood still while I enjoyed my cookie, the never ending noise of the constantly running advertisement, it all disappeared.

All that mattered for me was my cookie, and the tasteful, sweet experience that it gave me. I took another tiny bit, enjoyed it and then swallowed. I kept on going like that until my cookie was half eaten. Then I made a break.

During that break an unholy, forbidden thought came into my mind: “How about stopping now and keeping the rest for tomorrow? To give me the same pleasure again on another day?”

But I quickly dismissed that thought, that idea. I had too, because storing food in your housing unit, it was forbidden. It was deemed a health and safety hazard, and punishment was severe. Not execution, but you didn’t want to scrub toxic waste out of the air filters that made sure that only clean, breathe able and purified air reached the living quarters. It would be a very short, very miserable existence, with all sort of toxins slowly but steadily eating away your body, because toxic hazard suits were expensive, and humans an easier and cheaper to replace resource.

So I kept on eating. Enjoying every single little bit of it. Oh, that cookie, it tasted so good, and having it was one of the highlights in my life back then. Sweet sweet cookie. But there came the point where I had eaten it all, it was then that I made sure to not have missed even the tiniest crumb. I even dismantled the plastic packaging it came in and licked the inside of it clean.

Then I just sat there, enjoying the memory of my sweet cookie while staring out of my window, waiting for time to go by, waiting for the adds in the background to turn silent and the mandatory evening entertainment program finally kicking in. A well known most likely computer generated voice reminded me that the evening news would be on in a minute, and that it was time to move back to my desk again.

On my way over to my desk I disposed off the tray and the packaging my food came in. I also got rid of my one time use only plastic cup. Then I sat down to watch the news. At first there were two public executions. One person tried to get out of their housing unit, another one destroyed company inventory on purpose. They deserved to rot in hell for doing so, because they also endangered the survival of us all, of humanity. Or at least I thought so back then.

Then there was a quick report that the living conditions outside of the mega cities had gotten even worse. That nearly next to nothing was able to survive out there anymore. That it were the mega cities run by GOD that ensured our survival. To sent another message, they filmed how some people got sent out into the toxic wasteland, and how their barely living bodies looked like a few weeks after.

The outside report was followed by a short message. It was aimed towards people living in my sector: “Don’t worry, there was a fire in an electric substations. The surveillance drones made it there on time, the fire was extinguished and now repair robots were already fixing the damage done. GOD once more made sure to keep everyone safe. Long life GOD.”

Once the last information had been shared it was time for the daily drama. It showed people having a better life, people that had made in our world, people for whom working hard every day had paid off. They were hanging out, eating tasty food, falling in love with each other, dated each other and went out on adventures together.

Like rescuing survivors of a plane crash in the toxic wasteland, or fighting evil people that were dealing with illegal goods or that were ripping off GOD for their own benefits. And it all was filled, or more or less written and produced around product placement, and then even more product placement. Still, it was entertaining, and made me dream of one being able to have life like the people I saw in screen. I just needed to work hard enough, to endure everything and one day, one day I would make it big too.

After the drama was over it was time for another daily ritual: Jerking off. Nope, just touching myself, having a good time until cum would shoot out of my rock hard dick, things weren’t working like that in the world I was living in. Even jerking off was regulated, and followed a certain guideline.

A guideline that made me head over to the drop box first, where some paper tissue and a little fully seal able plastic cup were already waiting for me. Then it was back onto my everything but comfy desk chair, and waiting until instructions would pop up on the screen. Touching myself before the instructions on screen allowed me, told me to do so would lead to severe punishment.

So I sat there, waiting until a person would show up on the screen in front of me to tell me to get my dick out. To touch myself as soon as my limp dick was out of my panties, to make myself hard, to make myself feel good.

It didn’t took long and I made myself feel good. I gave myself one gentle stroke after the other, I even closed my eyes while doing so. I fully enjoyed my daily masturbation ritual, and while doing so I fully ignored the porn that was on the screen in front of me. It was to sterile, to clean, to boring, to uninspired, to corporate for my taste.

My imagination was much wilder, much more to my taste. I saw myself getting told to suck on some huge hard cocks by a dominant woman, I saw myself getting bent over and fucked more than good while wearing some of the cute but for me totally unaffordable panties I had seen people wearing more than once in one of the evening dramas.

While one of my hands kept on going up and down on my hard one, making dick leaking more than just some pre cum, my other hand eventually disappeared in my pants and began to play with my balls. I gave myself, I gave my more than full balls a few first gentle squeezes, then a few harder ones, oh it felt so good.

My doing, my imagination, it all totally made me forget about the shitty porn on the screen in front of me, it made me forgot the shitty fake moaning coming out of the speakers and filling out my twenty four square meter big housing unit. It made me get lost in the act more and more, one slow and hard stroke on my hard one, followed by an even harder squeeze of my already aching balls.

My mind was melting away more and more. But then a countdown appeared on the screen. I knew that I had to come fast, because coming outside of the official jerk off time, it was a forbidden thing to do. So I turned up the kink in my mind, I was airtight, trapped in between, bouncing back and forth in between two rock hard dicks while the woman I had fallen in love with was watching with a lust filled expression on her face. Fuck, how I’d love to be in a position like that.

When I was only a few more strokes, a few more squeezes away from an orgasm I let go off my balls. I had to let go off my balls, because wasting cum, a precious resource, it was punishable by the law. So I grabbed the plastic container and held it in front of my dick while giving my rock hard pre cum leaking hard one a few more very hard and very intense thrusts.

In about in the same moment in time when the words “cum, now!” appeared on the screen in front of me, I came. My balls unloaded themselves through my rock hard, my whole body trembled a little bit while I let out a few last very loud and very intense moans. While coming I made sure that every last drop of my cum ended up in the container.

Once I was done emptying my balls, once I was fully myself again, after enjoying those more than awesome post orgasm moments, I put my meanwhile limp dick back into my pants, then I sealed the container with the cum inside and disposed of it by using the trash shoot.

Then it was time for a visit in the bathroom corner of my room where I brushed my teeth, washed my hands and my face before heading to bed. As soon as I had laid down all the lights, and even the so far mostly constantly throughout the whole day running adds were off. A few minutes of silence before I eventually would fall asleep.

I spent those few minutes dreaming myself into a better world, were going outside was a thing, with trees, with parks and with meeting other people. I promised myself to work even harder on the following day to get there, and to spent up all of my money, not blowing some of it on pointless luxurious items like a cookie.

After having the last though, I doze off. I wandered off into dreamland, after having a mostly ordinary day in my twenty four square meter big heavily regulated and constantly monitored world: The AI, GOD, they see and know everything was the slogan of my dreams during that night. But that should be a thing of the past soon.

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