Chapter Seven
The next few days, Phil found himself delving deep into the systems behind not only the Oracle program, but also how New Eden was being built up and scaled into, even as he and his small collection of partners were being moved into their new mansion.
Something about leaving the home that his parents had worked so hard to buy and pay off felt odd, but at the end of the day, there was just no chance he was going to be able to continue to live there, what with the collection of partners he was growing and cultivating.
The first day he had woken up to see Violet standing guard over him and Linda, that had felt more than a little weird, but she'd insisted it was necessary, and that he'd better get used to it. For the foreseeable future, she'd set her body clock to be sleeping from 10 in the morning to 6 in the evening, and at night, she would be making sure the house was safe.
It was odd, knowing there were two women who would literally lay their lives down for him at a moment's notice, but both women had insisted that he get used to the idea, because it wasn't going to be changing any time soon.
Sexually, the two women couldn't have been any further from each other if he'd tried. Linda was fun, active, sporty and adventurous in the sack, while Violet was extremely shy and traditional. Violet made love. Linda
fucked
. Violet liked to cuddle and spoon a little afterwards. Linda would be just as happy to watch him plowing into someone else once she'd gotten hers. Violet was as hetero as they come. Linda was down for just about
anything
. Both women had their appeal and their respective place in his life.
Audrey had told him time and time again that while she would love to take more oversight of the house, her job as the emotional counselor to the base had her feeling drained and exhausted nearly every single day, so when they were off work, all she wanted to do was to snuggle up next to Phil and Linda and watch the trashiest, least challenging TV she could find. The heavy mental toll that was affecting everyone was hitting her maybe hardest out of everyone.
Even the move had been taxing, despite the fact that there was a staff waiting to greet them, or maybe
because
of that fact. Linda had arranged everything for him in advance, setting him up with a majordomo for the house, a chef and a gardener. All three women would also contribute to keeping the mansion clean and tidy, as Linda felt like they wouldn't need someone full time, not yet anyway.
The trio of new women were gorgeous, and they'd all signed off on Phil, even if he hadn't initially signed off on them. Linda, of course, would not be dissuaded, and wanted Phil to go through a similar experience to what the men arriving in New Eden now were going to go through, including his friends Andy and Eric, who were scheduled to arrive in New Eden in just a few days. People being moved into the mansions were being presented with staffs, and while they had right of refusal, they had to do so to the woman's face, something that they suspected would be much harder to do. It was much easier to go along and get along than to tell someone you didn't want to be their lifeline.
Phil's majordomo's name was Valerie Staples, and she was the first of Phil's partners to be older than he was, at 38 years old, although she definitely didn't look it. With dark hair and soft blue eyes, dressed in a business suit and skirt, Val looked like she should be managing a Fortune 500 company, not looking after his ass. She was all business, and Phil worried that she didn't have a sense of humor at first, but within a few minutes, he'd determined she
had
a sense of humor, but that it was as dry as the Gobi desert, and if a person wasn't perceptive, it could easily come across as mean.
Valerie's partner, Winnie Brookmeyer, was the cook. She was dark haired with blue eyes, like Valerie, but had a much more elfin appearance, with rosy cheeks and pale cream colored skin. Winnie was 34, and she and Val had gotten married a few years ago, but both of them still liked the occasional piece of male distraction, which they'd agreed with Linda was a role that Phil could just take care of moving forward. (Phil jokingly referred to it as being their "stunt cock.") Where Val was serious, Winnie was the life of every party, boisterous, loud and laughing all the time, but not in a way that annoyed. She also had a love of Filipino cooking, and promised Phil that she would do her best to keep his heritage in a regular portion of her meals for the household.
For the gardener, Linda had brought in her friend Bella Porter, a 26 year old tall and slender brunette with vaguely Italian features. Bella, it turned out, had been a 'budtender,' or for the unhip, she'd been a marijuana grower for a local dispensary, and she and Linda had been friends for a couple of years, since Linda's arrival in the Bay, long before her arrival working at the lab at New Eden. Bella was laid back, easy going and wicked smart, although she hid a lot of that behind the ruse of a typical stoner, trying to make herself seem far more checked out than she actually was.
That brought Phil's partner count to eight, which was one over last week's recommended minimum. But last week's recommendation was
last week's
recommendation, and the oversight group was already revising those numbers, based on the ever increasing casualty numbers that just kept rolling in, day after day.
This
week's recommendation was an even dozen per man, although the reports were that the number might go as high as fifteen. Current data was suggesting that if a man hit eighteen or more partners, he would have 99.98% immunity from DuoHalo, as long as he maintained his sexual regimen, and that even if he
were
to contract the disease, an encounter with a partner would cleanse it from his system within minutes.
Those numbers would've been thought of as impossible just a few weeks ago, but now... now they were almost starting to seem inevitable. The number of dead and dying men across the world wasn't just terrifying, it was civilization redefining.
Phil was coming to dread the morning meetings on the base more than anything else he ever had in his life. It felt a little like being part of a strategy meeting on how to get people off the Titanic, some twenty minutes after the ship had hit the iceberg, and the meeting was being held in the first life raft to hit the water.
They
were safe, and they
knew
they were safe, but the question now was how to get more people to that level of safety, and how to keep the country afloat while they did it. (Not to mention how to avoid pissing some people off that they weren't getting treated as quickly as others, or how to get people to