Dream Pod (Short Fiction)

Awash with sensation, the gentle lapping and licking of warm liquid, soothing and seducing thought into a state of total submission, her brain accepted every simulation as a gift from the Creator.
    This was an entirely private heaven made for pleasure — no pain, no stress, and devoid of dangers. Who needed any other life but this? — the freedom to simply drift through the changing moods of every fantasy, erotic and sublime, with no limits, no boundaries, and endless time. Nothing beyond reach of her own imagination, she fed off her own ideas and visions, invented and adapted to suit every whim, however bizarre the inclination, for all experiments were risk-free, completely under her control.
    The pod cradled and coffined her, sustained and drained her, stimulated and sedated her. It was one of an infinite number of pods strung out like gleaming beads across an alternate galaxy — the ultimate goal of womankind’s evolution.
    Somewhere, way outside the realms of human comprehension, a golden being sat facing a vast wall of monitors, one for every pod. He flicked switches, tuning in to the inmate’s dream broadcasts, checking on viability and breadth of intellectual capacity. He focused on her, his favourite channel, intercepting, enhancing her experience and adding a pinch of his own to heighten her responses. He touched her brain and the monitor glowed electric, as though
impassioned. His brown simian face smiled, for he’d loved her for more than a millennium.