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Evolution/24
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Evolution / 24
September 12, 2035. Nearly ten years of political turmoil and unrest
seem to have passed as if they were yesterday's news. Its work long
done, the underground complex at 340 Industrial Street has had no
permanent occupants for years; it is opened to the public, as a kind
of museum, from ten to four each weekday. Many of the original
inhabitants have been working as counselors, teaching the now well-
established seminars, or working on social treatises, papers, and
journals on how their previous efforts have changed the world.
Some of the more optimistic views of the women in that complex
have come to pass; violence, at least on a world-wide scale, has not
occurred, though there have been several disorganized attempts to
bomb the underground complex, probably out of rage from the
confused males who just can't seem to understand what's going on.
Fortunately, the country's leaders, even though male themselves, had
kept their cool through the first part of the "crisis"; their advisors
had told them, as the women had projected, that it was futile to fight,
as there was no one target to fight against. Plenty of legislation had
been passed in ten years; much of it hotly debated and highly
controversial. Laws passed to prevent genetic experimentation, on
the scale that the women had done, were now used by the women to
abort research into reversing the evolutionary change the world was
facing. This led to many more legal battles, but the fights were
getting tougher and tougher for the remaining men, as more women
were being elected to office on all levels. Ironically, the country's
first woman president hadn't entered office until the current term, as
the last two presidents had shown themselves to be very supportive
of both sides. Now, however, nobody doubted that the shift of power
would take place; already there were four female justices on the
Supreme Court, the appointments having been made during the last
President's successful bid for re-election.
Some of the statistics hadn't changed much in ten years; about four
of every five children born, worldwide, were female, as sixty percent
of the adult women were "wet". Over the decade, the numbers had
slowly approached this percentage, and it appeared that the spread
of the new programming had run its course; everyone who wanted
the new powers already had them. The projections were for a
change of around one additional percent per year, until the girls
who were now just ten years old began to enter the adult population
and started having their own children. About twenty-five percent of the
male population was seeking to be reborn. Nine percent had already
done it. Most of those on the List claimed worry over their physical
age as a reason for wanting it done; and the pressure was increasing.
Many men sought after "dry" women, to have a chance at bearing male
children. A controversial urine test for the new capabilities had been
released and withdrawn by the company which created it, for fear of
boycotting of its other products. Most women were honest about their
own status, however; but these "dry" women were becoming harder and
harder to find; many men thus finally came to terms with the concept
that they'd only be having daughters. Society was being slow, as
usual, to accept the concept of families with two female parents.
Eventually, however, it would have to.
Predictions were that, as the number of men in the population began to
drop, that an increasing number of the remaining ones would seek
conversion-- perhaps in another fifteen years or so. As they aged, the
appeal of "starting over" in a new body would have tremendous appeal.
By the end of the twenty-first century, their numbers would be
inconsequential. They were also beginning to find that it was becoming
more and more difficult to adapt to a world that was increasingly
designed for members of the other sex.
Susan had some problem with this; she felt that some women at the extremes,
including some that she had come to know quite well, were all too ready
to dismiss these men as unimportant, as a curiosity instead of as fellow
humans. She couldn't make that leap. Surely, their bodies were different,
but the people inside were just as real as she was. Some women didn't
share the idealistic view of "unification", and instead saw what was
happening as the climax of the battle of the sexes, despite Lisa's
memorable speech and all the rhetoric which followed.
Fortunately for the planet, the simulations of biological progress had
been quite accurate. There were predictable problems that could not
have been overcome easily given the technology of the time-- some women
who planned to convert a friend would find themselves unable to
complete the task; the mechanism of reproduction, though clearly better
than their ancestors had it, was still not perfect. In all but one
tragic case so far, when this happened, it left the host and her target
complete, but with a single body between them.
There had been some early hope that two people unified in this manner
would be able to separate by "normal" reproduction, but this turned out
to be nearly impossible-- a new human created "from scratch", so to speak,
was very much a normal baby; free of any history, past memories, and
such. As suspected, a "new" baby had not the mechanism to recapture its
personality from the mother.
Little of this mattered to Susan now; her destiny had been set, for
the most part, ten years ago. She now sat on the porch of the house
where she and Dara had lived for the last ten years; and where
Karen had also resided for nine-and-a-half. Susan's only "daughter", Miri,
and both of Dara's "children", were inside the house, reading.
Phoenix and Sam, Karen's two daughters, were out shopping; Karen was
at work.
Taking care of someone who had been reborn in this manner was an
entirely new experience for all involved. In some ways, it depressed
both Susan and Dara a bit, for these children were not children at
all. Miri, and Dara's older "daughter", had the appearance of
teenagers, but had the wisdom of nearly forty years. They had needed
serious supervision in only the first year when their bodies were
unable to handle their own needs. Even during this time, they grew at
at accelerated rate, which explained the fact that the nine-year-old
Miri easily looked like a teenager, and in fact was now entering
puberty-- her first as a girl. She, as her "mother", found it
fascinating and frustrating simultaneously. Miri, like the others,
enjoyed an interesting life; she had the freedom of a child, the
responsibilities of a child, but the capacities of an adult. This
certainly made Susan's job easier than it would be to raise a real
baby, but much of the excitement of being a parent-- the nurturing,
teaching, sharing of a child's first experience-- was not to be had.
Miri and the others were very independent from their second year on;
and, in fact, Susan and Dara had accepted that they could have left
"home" at any time. They remained, for the time being, for only one
reason-- society was still ill-equipped to deal with them, making even
the task of finding work difficult. Miri made the reasonable
assumption that few people would electively choose a young teenage
girl-- even if they could understand the concept-- as their oral
surgeon. She was working at maintaining her knowledge and skills, and
eventually would reenter the business. The next generation wouldn't
have this problem; and it would be accepted to see people of all ages
doing all sorts of things, as long as their physical skill was up to
it. Some sociologists had predicted this time-- the first ten to
fifteen years after rebirth, would come to be a kind of sabbatical--
where individuals could explore, or reexamine, their own future; where
people would not be held to the "rat race" most adults were chained to,
but were free to perform research, to write, to learn, and to have
fun; in other words, the life that Miri had right now.
Susan had been very excited to have someone else inside her body; the
sensation and the experience was something that she could have only
imagined, and couldn't describe; the feeling of having a tiny human
pass into, and, eventually, out of her body was much like she had
hoped. With five "children" already in this one house, none of her
friends on the List, and plenty of other things eating at her time,
including the start of her own software business, however, she had
opted not to host a second conversion when Dara did.
Ten years seemed to show themselves more on Karen and Dara now than
they did on Susan, who was physically nearly fifteen years younger--
twenty-eight, now-- than the other two. It was no secret that Dara's
age bothered her; she had always had the body and personality of a
"young" woman, and didn't feel comfortable aging. She had been talking
increasingly of being reversed herself one day; Susan and Karen
emphatically explained that she didn't need it.
One good thing about having Karen around, Susan felt, is that some of
the affection they had once felt for each other had returned. Karen
had finally been convinced to move in for purely practical reasons; but
that which had pulled them apart-- Karen's involvement with Daniel-- now
held them together as they shared the same experience. Susan had treated
both of her friends, and admitted lovers, increasingly as equals as it
became apparent that they all needed each other, though her physical
relationship with Dara was still more substantial than anything she
had with Karen. For one important reason, at least temporarily, this
was about to change.
Karen awoke, as the late-afternoon sun sneaked through the open window
to where she had been sleeping. She stretched and sat up. Something
familiar inside her stirred; she pursued it. It was something she
had wanted for quite some time. She yawned again, and then closed her
eyes. Within another two minutes, Karen had ovulated. She propped herself
up against the headboard, in no hurry to wake up the rest of the way.
Susan turned in her chair to face Dara. She wore one of Dara's favorite
outfits-- a light green, foamy bodysuit which had a single, tantalizing
zipper that ran from her collar straight down to her crotch, disappearing
between her legs. Black tights emerged from the leg openings and covered
Susan's otherwise-bare feet.
"I hope Karen goes along with this," Susan said.
"If not, it'll be your first period in a year. But I'm sure she will.
We talked about it."
Susan kept her eyes open, and said nothing. She smiled a bit. Already
the FSH was flowing through her bloodstream. Dara knew the look; sure
enough, within a few minutes, Susan's right ovary released an egg into
her waiting Fallopian tube.
"Done," Susan announced.
"You're so lucky, Susan... I wish I were a few years younger..."
"Oh, come on, Dara. You know what I think when you talk that way. Besides,
if this works, I'd consider it _our_ baby; Karen's, mine, and yours. After
all, at least half my genes came from you. Or, would you perhaps prefer
the term 'grandma'?"
Dara smiled. "We should go wake up Karen, so she can..."
"Can what?" Karen asked, having arrived at the doorway.
This seemed awkward for Susan. "Well, I figured that this was a good
time for..."
Karen smiled. "So that's what I felt. About ten minutes ago."
"What?"
"It's done. I just had the feeling when I woke up."
"So we're synchronized," Susan observed. She took a deep breath. For
the next few weeks she would sleep with Karen, and would be underneath
her when they made love; in about a week and a half, when the two women
mated, Susan would receive Karen's fertile egg, and would become pregnant.
It would be a long-term commitment; the culmination of all she was about;
a commitment that started over twenty years ago.
Susan smiled. "You two make life worth living," she said. "Again
and again."
[end]
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