Tell me a story- US ONLY

I'll give it a shot. Here's a Sci-fi piece I wrote.

Dear friend,

The last two days have been rather interesting. In fact, I think I can gladly say they have been the best days of my life. Can you believe that? It all started at that party at Julian's house. I arrived late, as I always do to these sort of things. I exited my 2068 Nissan Cruiser and almost dropped one of the bottles of wine I had brought. You just recently hired me as a cortex programmer. It was the best possible job I could have hoped for as a recent graduate. The wine was a thank you for hiring me when no one else would have. When I heard you were going to be at this party I knew I had to bring something.

After taking a few deep breaths I rang the doorbell. In the few seconds it took for someone to open the door my mind raced. Is this the right house? Am I dressed correctly? Are you going to like the wine? I rocked slightly on the soles of my shoes in anticipation.

The door opened and a man in suit welcomed me in. A suit! In my button down shirt and nice jeans it was obvious I had misjudged the dress code. Not only was he far bettered dressed than I but on the side of his head he had the latest cortex processor. I know I don't have to explain how fast this particular model could retrieve information or how seamlessly it integrated that information into the retina, after all you made it, but I was in awe of it. The man introduced himself as the butler and asked if I would like him to take my hat. Hesitantly, but politely, I said no thanks. Last thing I needed was for everyone to see the outdated cortex model under my hat.

"Ah James, you decided to come after all!" I heard Julian's voice and my processor immediately scanned the room for him. In front of me was a large ballroom and on either side there was a staircase leading to a second floor balcony. The walls were photo-responsive and emotion-reflective. As people walked near a wall it represented their emotional state with a display of colors. This was, of course, usual of this kind of party. It created a very beautiful environment of dynamic color while allowing the host to keep an eye on the overall feel of the party. Even though I knew the technology well I was still taken aback by the beauty of it. My processor placed a red square around each face in the room as it tried to locate Julian, but before it was able to find him I felt a hand on my shoulder. I turned to my right and saw his face staring at me through a bright green square.

"Hello. Yeah. I mean, yes, I decided to stop by." Next to his head a whole bio page littered my view. Date of birth, profession, favorite book, it was all displayed for me. The square faded away and I shook his hand.

Julian smiled and gestured at a table behind him. "Well I'm glad to see you, help yourself to anything you'd like." I opened my mouth to respond but he immediately turned towards someone else and thanked them for coming.

While trying to balance the three bottles in my arms I made my way to the table behind me. On the table there was a buffet's worth of food and many tall glasses of champagne. In the center was a ring of shrimp scattered with slices of lemon that circled a red sauce of some kind. I placed the wine on the table and grabbed a plate, which I loaded with the shrimp.

As I took my first bite my processor beeped, signaling that it had synced with something. I saw the wall behind the table turn from grey to beige. I raised an eyebrow at it.

"It means you're uncomfortable." A woman approached the table holding an empty glass in her hand. She was wearing a long translucent purple dress that had a blue fluid cloud flowing through it. With every move she made the blue liquid smoke moved and changed direction. At the time I had no idea who she was, but of course you know very well. I looked at her and behind me the wall became even more beige. She laughed.

"Oh. Well this is my first fancy party." I forced a laugh in response. " I'm James Braxton. I was just hired a week ago."

She looked at my outstretched hand and back at me. "I don't work for this company." She picked up a full glass of champagne. "I'm just here for the booze, and by the looks of it so are you."

I looked over at the three bottles of wine in front of me. "Oh, no. You see those are a gift for someone."

"A gift? Who brings three bottles of wine as a gift?" She laughed again.

"It's a gift for my boss, I didn't know what he liked so…" My section of the wall shifted to the pinkish-red color of embarrassment.

She noticed the color almost immediately and finally stuck out her hand; "I'm Verona."

We shook hands and she ran her other hand through her hair. For a moment I saw that the side of her head, under her hair, was bare. She didn't have a cortex processor; which, at a party of programmers, seemed odd. "You don't have a…"

"No, I don't." She cut me off.

"If you don't mind me asking, why not?"

She rotated her body towards the table and started loading up a plate with food. "I don't trust them. Something about having a machine in my brain just doesn't sit well with me. What if it changed you? I mean our minds are nothing but a machine, so adding another machine to it, to operate inside of it, is unnerving."

"I can understand that." I lied. Studying cortex processors was what I did for the last six years. They have been proven to be perfectly safe and pose no threat to the user, but of course, as a leader in cortex design, you know that.

After that we talked about a number of things. She drank a few more glasses of champagne. The party went on around us, and in all that time we didn't move. The wall around the table swirled like a rainbow as different party guests came and went. After an hour or so we were alone at the table again and the wall next to me had darkened to a bright vibrant red. She glanced at it from the corner of her eye and a blush formed on her cheeks to match.

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