The Invisible Man

Agent P from the intelligence department flew his car inches apart from the seawater-pump tank, and got into a building, which was, initialed “Cultural Productions” that was also floating in the stratosphere…

Agent P, from the intelligence department, was also a superstar in the adult film industry, an occupation he took up as a cover-up to his core profession.

In 2052, the only culture that survived of human originality was pornography. It was one-thing human beings valued, and the only thing that survived through the test of time. And adult movies were made in the original and human techniques. Other than that, even human reproduction happened through artificial methods.

Human beings languished in an easy life of luxury. And all odd jobs were carried out by humanoids.

But there were people like agent P who followed in the unrest of their spirits and sought after improving themselves and the people around them.

As agent P got out of his car, he touched his little finger on his dashboard, which was also a computer. In the process, the high profile data encrypted and stored in the dashboard computer got transferred to his little finger.

The human body was used as a mass data storage device. The little finger alone could store petabytes of data.

When fingers were used as data storage devices, the thumb was known as thumb-drive. And likewise, the little finger was known as the pinky-drive.

After agent P transferred all the top-secret data to his pinky-drive successfully, he got out of his car and entered the studio.

All the (adult-making) film crew was already on the set, ready to start their next much-hyped adult flick “The Last Khar-Shing”. Agent P, in the filmmaking circle, was known as Khar-Shing. There at the set, Khar-Shing was welcomed with such vigor and energy that there ran a little tremor across the entire set.

He went to his dressing room, got undressed, and entered the set, where more than three cameras were already pointing at him and his member in its complete originality. By and by, his co-star entered the set, and everything was being acted and shot according to the script.

As the acting exercise progressed, things started getting wild and Khar-Shing, out of sheer pleasure and experiment, inserted his little finger into a place where I am neither allowed to speak nor indicate out loud in public writing. As luck would have it, the top-secret data got transferred into that unspoken orifice.

During the break, his co-star went to the restroom and relieved of the top-secret data with her feces and was lost forever.

The shooting went on for two long hours, and when Khar-Shing couldn’t keep up with his acting, the day was called for and the set wrapped up.

Immediately after that, Khar-Shing as agent P reported to his intelligence department headquarters to submit the top-secret data that was critical to national security. At the touch of his pinky-drive to the mainframe, nothing happened. His boss gave him a disgruntled look and ordered him to use his thumb-drive. But he had forgotten to keep a backup of the data.

A special team was dispatched to check agent P head to toe and retrieve the data. But it was a lost cause. Nothing could be retrieved from him.

Agent P, under the direct order of the president, was condemned to be executed in the troposphere, where the atmosphere was bombarded by thunders, roasted by lightening and rummaged by heavy rainstorms, the following hour.

As he laid hit by lightning and heavy rainstorm in the troposphere, the smelly feces that contained the top-secret data wisped his nostrils, and together, they were doomed in good time.