Job-Bod - Part Two

"Better get going..." I mutter, blowing on the coffee in an attempt to cool it down. I chug the hot coffee as I wander towards the front door, snatching up my wallet and keys from the coffee table before leaving the empty mug behind.

With keys in hand I open the door, creeping out as I creep down the hallway on my way to go to a 'Jobs Fair' to try and get assigned a new job and Job-Bod. As I pace my way towards the stairs and down towards the parking lot beneath the building I pull my phone from my pocket once more, checking the email in the hopes of getting the address for my GPS.

Job-Bod Fair! Come down to see live demonstration and discuss your future.

  Come down to the South Road Exhibition Center to find out what the Job-Bod program can do for you.

Meet members of the program and learn about their experiences.

See the latest and at times experimental technologies being brought to the program first hand.

New-U-niform and Rent-a-Bod will be on-site to handle all your needs.

Join us next weekend, and find your future

Clambering into my car, rubbing the sleep from my eyes with one hand and pulling the door shut with the other, I take a deep breath. Slowly but surely I set up my GPS, the route only taking a few minutes at this time of day to travel downtown to the relatively small convention center by the water, as I also turn over the engine in the opes of getting it started first try in the cold morning air.

"Maybe..." I sigh, listening to the starter click and splutter with each twist of the key. "Maybe I can just go back to sle..." I muse, my words being cut short as the old engine croaks to life with the same dull energy I had this early in the morning.

Closing my eyes I take a deep breath, running my hands through my short hair. Exhaling deeply I being to slowly pull the car out, lining it up with the ramp out towards the street. Thankfully, there is not a hint of traffic as I pull into the street, the GPS rapidly updating and decreasing my arrival time downtown more and more as I pass by each set of empty traffic light.

"Guess I'm going then..." I mutter, my shoulders sagging a little in defeat. "Just to look... It's not like I'm going to..." I try to justify to myself, pausing as I spot a hint of the squat and wide white plastered building sitting on a lengthy patch of greenery beside the man made river downtown.

It was an older building, probably as old as the city itself. The white rendered plaster on the outside had been replaced many times over the decades, the columns lining the entrance having also been repainted to keep up the old world facade. The central building was a plain square shape, high enough to have a second floor but never having one installed beyond temporary builds to handle repairs or functions. Two long large wings spread off to the sides, each acting more like what one would expect for a function room and exhibition hall than the relatively cramped entrance.

The parking, unfortunately, is not to great either. The older style of the building, the waterway running behind it, and the parkland either side made for a difficult situation to find space for cars. A small garage sat beneath the building, repurposing one of the old storage areas, while the rest was street parking.

Pulling up to the underground parking I find it blocked, the entrance covered with a boom gate reading

'Exhibitors Only'

Luckily, I manage to find a park right out front of the building, the only concession being made in the need to pay for the time spent there.

After a short walking in the cool morning air, the sun creeping up from in between the towering buildings that line the opposite shore and down the river, I find myself standing between the large stone pillars by the entrance. A large banner hangs from between the painted stone, the undulating fabric reading.

'Job Fair - Find Your Dream'

At the large three sets of double doors I spot three attractive women in their mid-twenties dressed in tight business attire, their well manicured hands filled with brochures and lanyards hanging from their arm. As I approach the center door I slouch, hoping to slip in without any interaction. However, as an early arrival the freckled redhead by he door quickly catches me.

"Mornin'" she coos, her delightful southern drawl ringing melodically between the pillars. "Welcome to the Job Fair, sponsored by New-U-niform an' Rent-a-Bod." She appears almost poured into her tight white ruffled blouse, the top buttons appearing almost pained as they struggle to hold firm against her bust. Her long and slender legs are coated in a tight black skirt running done just below the knees, the rest of her legs covered in a layer of sheer stocking before ending in a cute pair of pumps.

I give her a little nod, trying to cut past before I'm suddenly met with the sight of a pale hand clutching a little schedule. The redhead beams at me with a toothy grin, her curly hair shimmering in the warm morning sunlight.

"Here ya go!" she chirps, wiggling the brochure a little to try and get me to take it. "It'll tell ya where you can see the latest innovations an' even see the live demos."

"Uh... thanks..." I mutter, taking the little diagram and schedule filled piece of green from her bright red nailed fingers. Before I can leave she reaches out to me, placing the lanyard around my head before sliding a little card inside.

"There... we go..." she giggles, holding her hand to her mouth daintily. "You'll love it, trust me" she goes on to chirp, biting a little at her lip. "Was always a people person, an' I s'posse deep down this just... makes sense" she coos, squeezing her arms together gently and squishing her chest. As she eases up the chest seems to retain an after image of her arms, the large soft mounds acting more like memory foam than real breasts.

I swallow hard as I watch, the redhead giggling once more as she enjoys the stare.

"Have fun in there sugar, I'm sure you'll love whatever ya get."

Inside the central hall is a essentially just a large staging area. An area for the audience sits in the dead center of the room, metal stanchions and cabling cording off the space from the walkways between the two wings. A massive stage sits at the back of the room, large curtains hiding various features from sight as they take up the back half of the large square room.

To my right I notice a sign, the sight of it causing me to crane my next around.

'Rent-a-Bod - Rumpus Room'

The right wing of the hall seems to be a large meeting area crossed with some kind of party. Food and drink are laid out around the room, with booths cooking and selling more substantial meals. A stage at the far end sits filled with instruments as a band begins to tune and prepare to play a set for the hall as a whole.

Tables dot the room, some small round standing set ups for one a few people sitting in the center while longer group seats seem to frame the central floor. Various staff members dressed in branded shirts and jeans wander the hall, carrying papers and tablets as they amble about in search of someone to make their pitch to and conduct their initial interview.

Curiosity gripping me I turn left, wandering to the other hall as I look up at the second banner.

'New-U-niform - Innovation Center'

Unlike the open and inviting space of Rent-a-Bod, this wing appears to be more like a standard conversion or exhibition. Booths run in rows back to back up and down the whole hall. Slipping inside I begin to wander between the booths, my blood running cold as I pass by each of the new 'innovations' being hopefully brought to and purchased by the goliath company.

"Gone are the days of needing hormone implants! With our new Pink Goo recipe you can enjoy years to decades without needing to have your implant or patches replaced, all the necessary hormones and blocker simply get incorporated and leeched from your new assets" cries one man, gesturing to a series of lumps of pink putty in the shape of various sized breasts and cocks.

"Just because you weren't born with it doesn't mean you can't have fun!" calls another, gesturing to a series of realistic looking cock, balls, breasts and even pussies. "With our new controlled Pink Goo muscular systems and nerve augmenters enjoy enhanced sensitivity, tightness, and even functions like sealing, vibration, and our patent-pending 'Finish Last' and 'Flavorful Fluids' technology."

"Helping those in need, this is what it's all about!" calls a smaller booth operator beside a wheelchair. "With the help of New-U-niform we've been able to give the gift of movement back to hundreds of people worldwide with our 'Natural Nerves' and 'Artificial Axon' products. With each unit sold we donate a portion towards helping someone else get back on their feet."

I can't help but wince a little as I reach the end of the hall, spotting more and more of the products hoping to make their way into the mainstream. Altered artificial joints to force a certain range of movement and gait, extra flexible forms with the booth babe twisting into a literal pretzel on the table, some odd set of electrodes and diagrams of the brain and love hearts, as well as some odd translucent sac with something growing inside sending chills down my spine.

As I pace back towards the main hall I notice more and roe of the booths trying to get my attention, their eyes darting down to the lanyard and the card within. Reaching the doorway back o the central hall once more I glance down, reading the upside down writing on the card the redhead had given me.

Guest

The text is simple, just one word, but the bright green color of the word seeming to signify something beyond the plain meaning of the word.

As I try to get myself centered again I hear the whining feedback of a speaker by the main stage, the harsh crack of sound causing me to whip my head around in shock. Standing on the stage is a tall and leggy blonde, tapping at her microphone as she tries to gauge the sound in order to avoid another burst of feedback.

Her long blonde hair is pulled back into a tight bun, a set of two pens making a cross through the bundle of hair. She adjusts her small reading glasses as she looks down at a little tablet in her hand, juggling it between the microphone as she tries not to drop either. She is dressed in a business casual style, a black blazer resting on her narrow shoulders and a more comfortable dark skirt running down her otherwise bare and athletic legs. A tight white turtle neck clings to her narrow waist and over her modest bust, the perky chest being perfectly sized her her delicate hands.

"Right..." I hear her mutter, the whisper getting caught by the microphone. "So we're testing the assessor first right?" she asks a man standing beside the stage, the tall and rather fit scruffy man in a black shirt and jeans simply giving a little shrug in response.

The blonde struts around the stage, her hips swaying as she tries to center up for the crowd. The man moves along with her, climbing up onto the stage before heading to the back to grab one of the curtain covered objects. He bring it forward, leaning down behind it as it reaches the edge of the stage to lock it in place and to hook up several cables.

I begin to approach, easily navigating the few people slowly filing in as the Job Fair opens. The man pulls the curtain away, revealing a series of cameras and a screen hooked up to a large server rack or simply a messily made computer. As I step closer I watch as the screen flickers to life, showing an image from the central camera the simply shows the crowd entering and the top of my head in the lower third.

Suddenly, the camera shifts as it twists downwards to look at me. A green frame snaps around my face on the screen, the image freezing for a moment before a flashing up long set of terms and conditions.

"Micheal... did you just turn it..." the blonde groans, rubbing the bridge of her pert and cute nose.

"I just plugged it in ma'am" the man states back, turning around as the screen slowly becomes mirrored on two large projected screens aimed at the walls either side of the hall. The Terms and Conditions are thankfully most of what is shown, with my face only being seen faintly in the background.

"It's not meant to show the tee oh ess Mike, can you fix the..." the blonde grumbles, turning briefly to flash me a smile as Mike quickly sets to work. After a bit of hemming and hawing he finally finds what he's looking for, the large long sheet of legalese disappearing as i find myself projected around the hall.

The blonde spots my lanyard, her smile turning to a broad grin as she crouches down a little and holds the microphone away.

"Hey there, welcome to the show" she chirps with a wink, biting a little at her lip as she nods to the machine beside her. "Congrats on making the first step towards the best decision of your life, trust me" she coos, giving me a little wink before glancing at the machine beside her. "Would you... be interested in help little ol' me with a bit of a demonstration?"

"Uh... you mean..." I mutter, looking at the screen and the long form on the screen along with what seems to be an 'Accept' button.

"Yeah, our new automated system!" she chirps, placing a hand on the large hardware rack as the man lets out a pained hiss at the slight impact. "Sorry, sorry Mike" the blonde winces, lifting her hand away slowly.

"What... what does it..." I mutter, squinting to read the terms and conditions on screen.

"It finds you the right place for you" the blonde coos, leaning a little closer to the microphone. "Once these are rolled out we'll be able to stream line the process of finding you your perfect placement, no more interviews and filling out paperwork for each and every agencies we need data from" she states, her voice turning more to a performative style as she tries to draw in a crowd.

"It works the same as normal" Mike states quietly from behind the screen. "No one does these things manually these days, this thing just gets rid of the human face in between you and the algorithm with..."

"So...What do you say?" the blonde coos, gesturing down at me or the growing onlookers slowly creeping into the crowd. "Want to be lucky number one? You might even get to say hello to these lovely folks as the new you if we can get you through fast enough" she states with a cutesy giggle, slowly taking on more of a character as she tries to entertain.

"I... sure I can... try it I suppose" I respond, the blonde giddily clapping her hands together.

"Won...der...ful" she chimes, bending over to look at the screen point gesturing at the accept button with her little tablet. "Just there, standard agreement we have with as per usual just with an added section for using facial recognition" she explains, holding the microphone out and away so she can talk candidly and out of character.

Reaching out I tap the accept button, the blonde giggling excitedly into the microphone as the screen snaps back to an image of my face. The green square around my face tracks along with my movements, the top left corner of the screen soon becoming filled with racing lines of code that seem to call for more and more information.

Suddenly notes begin to pop up on the screen, the shuffling of Mike from behind the computer coinciding with each pop up before he makes them go away with a slight flicker.

J Hughes

13/05/94

Postgraduate: Teaching

Undergraduate: History, Film

Single

Unemployed

Recent Searches...

Video Games

 Literature - Fantasy

Job Listings

...

More and more pieces of personal information flash up on the screen, each on lasting for less time than the last. From the amount in my bank account to the square footage of my apartment and even lists of porn searches. Thankfully, after some fiddling they seem to stop entirely with just thin green lines of one pixel tall text flashing up in an completely illegible manner.

Finally, even the lines seem to stop as the bottom of the screen begins to rotate between several 'titles'. 

 

Student (Link to Student Designer Poll)

"Ooooooh" coos the blonde excitedly, clapping her hands in delight. "It looks like you might be heading back to school all over again, lucky you!" she chirps, her lip twitching slightly as she seems to detest something about the thought of going back to school.

"Maybe you'll be able to find your place a second time around, or maybe you're just best suited to be a student for the rest of your..." she explains, pausing as the computer begins to tick over to reveal another title. Designer Poll)

 

Teacher (Link to Teacher Designer Poll)

"Well isn't that just too appropriate" the blonde chuckles, cocking an eye brow as she glances down at me. "From student to teacher, and so quickly too, are you a studious little thing" she states with a giggle, obviously enjoying the shift between the two.

"Looks like you might be using that teaching degree again, that must be exciting... right?" she asks, nodding at me expectantly. "It's a little bit samey, I guess you must have been on the money when it came to your preferred job the first time aro..."

Office Assistant (Link to Office Assistant Designer Poll)

"Now that's more like it" the blonde chuckles, shooting a look down at the man behind the computer. "A real job, real employment" she states, half off mic even as the device still picks up her voice. "Something new, something not just... school."

"You've managed a class room before, now you can manage the schedules of executives. You've made copies of class materials and notes for your studies, well now you can make sure all the right documents and mail reach the right departments at your new..."

Retail Worker (Link to Retail Worker Designer Poll)

"That's... a little less impressive" the blonde mutters, pouting a little as she glances down at her tablet as though searching for a reason it keeps shifting or giving me such different professions. The man behind the computer sits back, giving a little shrug again to the blonde.

"I suppose you must have good people skills" the blonde states, giving me a warm smile. "Just like someone else I know, though I guess we all can't be presenters for Job-Bod" she jokes, eliciting a bout of chuckles from the crowd I hadn't noticed form behind me. "I'm sure you'd bring so much experience to where ever you...

Sugar Baby (Link to Sugar Baby Designer Poll)

"Michael!" hisses the blonde, her eyes going wide as she sees the latest title for a 'Non-Employment Role'. However, her frustration and anger seems to disappear as the crowd chuckles and cheers at the reference and the thought of seeing the tall man up front turned into some kept woman.

"Well... everyone needs a bit of company don't they?" she chuckles, the crowd laughing along with her. "And those men and women don't want to get bored wit their sweet young thing. With you're brain behind some more... appropriate beauty I'm sure you'll have them wrapped around your..."

Streamer (Link to Streamer Designer Poll)

"Seriously Mike" the blonde mutters off mic, her eyes narrowing at the seemingly disinterested man. "Get it to just pick one or..." she grumbles, the man eventually cutting her off. "It's just narrowing it down, give it a minute" he retort, gesturing to the crowd with a little nod. "Just view it as putting on a show."

"Nerdy, social, and did I see a film background?" she chirps delightedly into the microphone. "We'll need to touch up that body of yours, but once all is said and done I'm sure you'll be swimming in ad revenue and tier three su..."

Bartender (Link to Bartender Designer Poll)

"Back to the service jobs it seems" the blonde laughs, nodding to the crowd with a knowing look. "Have you worked anything like this before? Is it picking up on your history or maybe it's just the fact you seem like such an approach person."

She gestures down towards the left wing and the 'Innovation Center' before speaking once more. "Either way, wit enough lovely Pink Goo we can make sure you'll be finding tips stuffed in all manner of places. Or maybe Rent-a-Bod has something more natural to compe..."

Stay-at-Home Mother (Link to Mom Designer Poll)

The blonde swallows hard, fighting hard to keep up her bubbly facade as she clenches her jaw. The crowd seems to rumble with mixed feelings at the role on the screen. "Well, it looks like we have one of the newer Non-Employment Roles" the blonde chuckles, nibbling her lips as she looks down to face me.

"You became a teacher to nurture right? Well how about doing it a little closer to home?" she states warmly, trying to sell it to me before returning to addressing the crowd. "With the help of Rent-a-Bod we can give an expecting woman a chance to avoid child birth, potentially ever again with the right assignment after all is said and done, so she can keep her life child-free" she explains, trying to sell the philanthropic nature of the procedure. "And with New-U-niforms we can craft the perfect mother for those in desperate need for a parental figure, giving foster and adoptive children a sense of home.

The roles keep flickering between each other for a while longer, holding for more and more time on each as it seems to grow more certain with it's decision. The crowd grows quiet, the sound of the band setting up in the Rent-a-Bod space and the shouts of those in the 'Innovation Center' being all that reverberates through the central hall.

Finally, the text seems to stop. The crowd along with blonde and myself waiting on baited breath for it to turn over one last time. As it sits on the role on screen longer and longer the crowd begins to cheer, the blonde soon taking her que, to gesture down at me.

"Let's here it for the brand new...