Alice in Thunderland - Sex Stories

Alice in Thunderland

... to make sure that everyone in the world could use the technology. Her father set up the process to be almost free for use anywhere in the world. All that was required was a one tenth of one percent royalty payment if the battery was sold. It was cheaper for the big companies and big governments to protect her patent than attempt their own, so they paid the minuscule royalty. But it was soon discovered that the process could be scaled and within months there were Lutwidge fuel cell banks the size of shopping centers powering whole cities and removing carbon dioxide from the atmosphere as they did so. One tenth of one percent is only one dollar on a thousand dollars. That doesn’t seem like much, but those huge systems sell for billions, and one tenth of one percent of one billion is one million dollars. Alice didn’t need a job, but she wanted one. She had tried several jobs, but interpersonal relationships weren’t her strong point and employers don’t like being told that their pet ideas are stupid and will not work. They like even less hearing “I told you so,” when the inevitable crash occurs. Perhaps there was a job out there for someone like Alice, but she had yet to find it. So, she spent her days working on this or that new idea or on the internet keeping her mind sharp with online games and increasing her knowledge of... everything. Perhaps there was a boy out there for someone like Alice also, but she was starting to doubt that. Most men her age were threatened by her ...

... looks or her intelligence or her money. She tried dating among the “old money” set, but soon discovered that much of the old money gene pool had been severely diluted by trophy wives and bimbos– or gigolos– accumulated along the way. She tried dating among the high intelligence set, but discovered that most young men with anything near her IQ were even more socially inept than she was. She even tried dating older men, but... well, young girls who date older men are usually looking for money, not the other way around. She knew what she wanted. She wanted someone who was kind enough to love her, intelligent enough to understand her, and forceful enough to be willing to take charge of her and her life. Her current therapist told her that wasn’t necessarily a healthy viewpoint and told her she needed to accept her true self and should just assert herself in the world. Her previous therapist told her basically the same thing. Dr. Burrows– the next therapist back– came closest to truly helping her. Alice also came closest to truly being honest with him. He asked her to identify with a character in a movie. “Of all the movies you have ever seen,” he asked, “which character comes closest to being you?” She chose “Number Five,” the robot in the old, camp, sci-fi movie “Short Circuit” who was brought to life by a bolt of lightning and spends the first half of the movie seeking “input.” More than anything else, Alice was seeking “input.” She wanted to know. She wanted to experience. She ...