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Subject:      The Brotherhood of New Eden 2/3
From:         france@france.net (Voltaire)
Date:         1997/02/02
Message-Id:   <32f51e31.2749346@news.odyssee.net>
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Subject: New Eden Brotherhood.
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   Dear interested fellow,

   I am acknowledging your query about The Brotherhood of New Eden
Part 2. I have been struggling with this issue for days.  Part 2 is
a text file, not encoded, and I have absolutely NO CLUE what is
going wrong.  To my knowledge, I did nothing differently with part
2 than I did with part 1. The text file was created with Microsoft
Word for the Mac, exported as Text.  I uploaded each part up to my
account on Delphi using Y-Modem and it reads as text there fine as
far as I can see.  The only reason I split it into two parts is
because the anon server would not take anything over 48K.
Following this note is another copy.  I hope it comes through ok.

                                              -- The Scribe

   Re-posters note:  The following is some very intense material
involving usage of young  females essentially as sex toys.  If this
disurbs you, I definitely advise you to stop  reading before the
next screen begins.  Due to the length of this material, I have
split it into  two parts.  This is part 2 of 2 containing part III
of the original material plus material I have added.  The material
between the following asterisks and my note following the 3rd part
was found on a private BBS but I feel is interesting  enough to
re-post here.  It is intense reading.  You have been warned!

                                                - The Scribe

                 THE BROTHERHOOD OF NEW EDEN
************************ Part III ****************************

    "Well, Mr. Smith, at last we are able to welcome you--at least
as a visitor--to our  little haven," remarked my host, known to me
as 'Ben'.

   The Brotherhood had taken six months to check me out; six long
months since I  had finally contacted them and paid the non-
refundable $5000 fee. They could  still reject my application, but
so far they had found nothing in my background to  disqualify me.
But this visit was as important for me as for them--they could deny
me on the basis of any poor impression I made.

   I didn't know where I was.  The "little haven" was a closely-
guarded secret.

   I shook his hand. "Glad to finally be here," I told him.

   "I'm sure," he smiled. "I recall my own application period."

   I looked around.  We were in a large, softly-lit foyer. It was
clean and  comfortable.  There were no other people present, but I
had the feeling I was  under scrutiny.

   "Please come with me, and I'll show you your room."

   We walked down a series of corridors to a suite of rooms of
almost palatial  splendour.

   Seated on the sofa, evidently asleep, was a seventeen-year-old
oriental girl of  striking beauty.  She was nude from the waist up,
and her long black hair was  glossy and smooth.  Her skin was
perfect, glowing; her body showed evidence of  just exactly the
right amount of exercise--firm but not muscular.  She wore only
tiny nylon panties and a transparent half-slip.

   Ben smiled.  "This is Min-Mei.  She is to be your companion
during your stay  here. Like her?"

   "You're kidding.  She's a living wet dream!"

   "Indeed.  And as you will see, she is all yours.  Watch."

   Ben approached the still-sleeping girl.  He snapped his fingers,
and said "Min- Mei!" in a firm but gentle tone.

   The girl opened her eyes, saw him, and slid off the sofa to her
knees. Head  bowed, she almost whispered, "Yes, Lord, how may this
flesh serve?"

   Ben turned to me.  "She'll stay in that position, waiting for an
order, until I give her  one.  If I don't, she would die there.
Really.  And she doesn't even hear what I'm  saying to you; if it
is not intended for her, she tunes it out; as far as she's
concerned, nothing is being said."

   He turned his attention back to the kneeling girl. "Min-Mei,
stand up," he ordered,  still gentle but firm.

   She stood, but kept her head lowered submissively, her eyes
demurely focused  on the floor.

   "Min-Mei, I have brought a new Master for you," Ben said.

   "Yes, Lord."

   "Are you ready to serve him?"

   "Yes, My Lord."

   "Good. Min-Mei, you may look up.  This is your new Master. His
name is John,  but you will always use the proper title when you
speak to him. Understand?"

   "Yes, Lord."  She looked up at me with soft, doe-like brown
eyes.

   Ben turned to me.  "There's a bit of a ceremony to be performed
here. Come over  here, and take her hand."

   I did. Her hand was tiny and soft as a dove's wing.

   "I now bind you over to your new Master, Min-Mei.  You will
serve him, and no  other, until he leaves us.  You will give him
your love, devotion, and service. You  belong to him, and your
flesh is his to use."

   Min-Mei mumbled something, and he nodded. "Take her head in your
hands, and  kiss her."

   I did.  When the kiss was over, Min-Mei was transformed.  She
was looking at me  with a combination of awe, ecstasy, joy, and
love. As if she were seeing God.

   "She is yours now;  and she will orient only on you, and look to
you for  instructions.  Other men can still command her--in an
emergency, or if you are  absent, but she will never disobey a
direct order from you, or act against your  interests, or harm you.
You will find that she has a remarkable--nearly  photographic--
memory for your commands and orders, and her behavior can be
adjusted almost infinitely to suit your taste.  You might say that
she's the ultimate  programmable toy." He grinned. "She's incapable
of lying or withholding anything  from you, and she has no idea
what a secret is. She'll answer any question  honestly, if she
knows the answer."

   I noticed that Min-Mei was now kneeling before me, awaiting my
command.

   "There's a downside to all this; she is very dependent, and will
ask permission for  everything you don't give her 'standing orders'
for. Even going to the bathroom.   Her IQ is normal, but her
overall affect, her emotional/psychic level, is about 6  years old.
A little girl in a big girl's body."

   "This is fantastic--how is it accomplished?"

   "Min-Mei here is one of our new generation; she was born here,
and was raised  from birth as a Cuddlebunny--that's what we call
the girls here. And there is a  quite rigorous training regimen,
including classes, indoctrination, drugs, even  hypnosis.  By the
way, she's an excellent hypnotic subject, and you can put her
under with a single phrase.  And when she's under, she is so
suggestible that  most professional hypnotists wouldn't believe it.
If you tell her that she is a fish,  she would drown herself trying
to breathe water."

   "Look, I don't want her kneeling here like this..."

   "Then tell her what to do.  Always try to preface any command
meant for her with  her name."

   "Min-Mei, go over and sit down on the sofa."

   "Yes, Master." She did so.

   "The little cermony here was only a temporary binding.  If you
lived here as a  Brother, she would be bound to you permanently,
which is much more complex."

   "In what way?"

   "Not at liberty to say, but I'll say that it involves an
exchange of body fluids."

   "Hmm.."

   "Indeed.  Now, as a visitor, you are assigned one companion--
Min-Mei, here, in  your case.  Permanent residents have larger
harems; my own is currently 10  girls.  Brothers are quite generous
with their 'bunnies; you will find that they are  proud of them and
will offer them to you for an evening.  Take them up on it--
they'll be insulted if you don't.  So I expect that you'll have 5
or 6 girls each night-- if you want them.

   "Two more things--these girls want to be used, to be commanded
and ordered.  They need it.  Their entire sense of self-worth is
connected to giving proper  service, and they really do not mind.
You'll find that Min-Mei is much happier  when she is given little
things to do--even menial things; she has no concept of a
'degrading' or 'humiliating' order or request. As long as she is
obeying an order  given her by her Master, she is content and
happy.  So don't treat her as some  people do servants.  Make her
work. She needs and wants and expects it, and  will become unhappy
if she doesn't get enough.

   "Same thing for sex.  She'll do anything you ask her to--short
of harming herself  or anyone else.  She's been thoroughly trained
to give pleasure, and she has  absolutely no sense of shame or
modesty.  Doesn't even know the words.  Let  me put it plainly:
Min-Mei, like all of the girls here, was born for sex. It is her
purpose, her reason for living.  She knows this, believes it it
completely, and finds  it normal and natural.  Use her. It is what
she is for."

   "Um, well, I..."

   "One thing that all brothers have promised is never to be
embarrassed or  dishonest about our way of living here.  We speak
plainly and openly about sex  and our use of these girls.  We are
not ashamed of our lifestyle; it is the proper  way of living."

   "I understand.  I guess I'll have to leave my society-imposed
baggage behind."

   "Exactly.  Well, I expect you will want to get settled. Have
Min- Mei take care of  the unpacking; I'll see you in a couple
hours for dinner. By the way, there's a  dresser in the bedroom
which is full of little outfits in her size. We have a strict
dress code; Min-Mei can tell you everything about it. And anyway,
she literally  cannot disobey it.  Enjoy her."

   With this, he left, and I was alone with Min-Mei.

   She sat on the sofa, head and eyes lowered submissively.  I
noticed that, unlike  girls "in the world", she made no attempt to
cover her breasts or keep her knees  together.  She sat, naturally
poised, ready to hear my commands, totally unaware  of herself or
the fact that her "modesty" was compromised.

   I decided to try her out.  "Min-Mei, come into the bedroom and
help me unpack  my suitcase," I told her.

   An expression of joy and pleasure flooded her face. "Yes, Lord,
at once. Thank  you for allowing me to serve you."

   I watched her as she unpacked my case.  She would not let me do
any of the  work; she did everything.  She moved like a trained
dancer; graceful and without  wasted movement.  Every step, every
gesture, was full of coltish grace and  unconcious beauty.  When
she was finished, she curtseyed, knelt before me  (head lowered as
usual) and said, "How may Min-Mei serve you now, Great  One?"

   "Min-Mei, come sit with me on the bed, and tell me about the
dress code that Ben  mentioned."

   She sat beside me. Her eyes became slightly unfocused, and she
began to recite  the dress code. It was clearly a memorized piece;
recited letter- perfectly.  Min- Mei's voice took on an even more
sing-song quality than usual as she recited:

   "We must wear only certain items: panties, half-slips, baby-doll
nighties.  We  must never cover our chests;  Never to go naked
unless by Master's direct  command or when bathing or  using the
toilet;  Nothing of cotton; only nylon or  acetate.  No 'outside
clothes' unless by direct order of two Masters.  This is the  Law."

   "Min-Mei, tell me how many Masters you have had."

   "I am not sure, Lord.  You mean since I was a little 'bunny?"

   "No, Min-Mei; since you began having periods."

   "Oh.  Well, Ben is my Prime Master; I have served three other
visitors like you,  Master."

   "I see.  Ben mentioned a special phrase that will place you into
hypnosis. What is  it?"

   "I do not know, my Master.  When Master says the words, Min- Mei
goes to sleep;  she does not remember the words.  Master Ben will
tell you..."

   "All right, Min-Mei.  Please show me your clothes in the
dresser."

   Again, that sunny look of joy to be executing a command. She
went to the  dresser and opened the top drawer.  A riot of colorful
nylon and silk panties, filmy  and soft.

   I told her to hold them up for my inspection, and she did.  One
by one, I looked  them over; then had an idea.

   "Min-Mei, I want you to model these for me.  Do you know what
that means?"

   "Oh, yes, Lord; many of my Masters enjoy 'fashion shows'," she
giggled.

   Watching her try on the tiny pants and the equally large
collection of nighties and  half-slips in the other drawers soon
had me excited.  I called her to my side.

   "Min-Mei, you are very beautiful, and I will now allow you to
serve me by giving  pleasure."

   "Oh, yes, Master," she sighed. "How may this flesh serve yours?"

   "Let's start with a little head," I smiled. "Know what that is?"

   "Oh, yes, Lord, we know all the words and their meanings."

   Smiling sweetly, she knelt before my erect cock and expertly
took in into her soft  mouth. Soon her head was bobbing up and
down, slowly, on my hard shaft.  As I  watched her giving delicious
pleasure, I thought: "This is what men have  dreamed of for
centuries...to own a female body; to control it totally and
completely--to own her life, her thoughts, her every emotion and
action.  This is  truly perfection."

   ====================================================

   Later, Min-Mei led me to the dining room.  A unique scene
greeted me.  At a  large table, the Brothers sat. Next to each
Brother was one of his girls, each a  stunning beauty, and each
dressed like Min-Mei.  The girls were not eating; they  were
"attending" their Masters.  Each girl focused her complete
attention only on  her owner; for her, there was no-one else at the
table. Their soft brown or big  blue eyes were fixed only on their
owner; their expressions were those of  enraptured devotion and
concentration.  The girls were feeding their Masters;  actually
taking food from the plates and offering it on forks and spoons for
their  Lords to take.  When one of the men wanted to drink, his
girl offered a glass.   Other girls, dressed like the others,
waited on the table, bringing dishes and  clearing them.

   We sat. Ben looked up from his slavegirl, and asked, "Well, how
do you like her?"

   "She's marvelous," I told him honestly.

   "Yes," he said fondly. "She's one of my favorites, as is Chiako
here. Well, dig in,"  he said, indicating the food.  Min-Mei was
already offering a bite of veal on a fork.   As I chewed, I
reflected that this would be easy to become used to.

   "Ben, you mentioned a special phrase that will put her into a
trance, but you  didn't say what it is; and Min-Mei says she
doesn't know what it is."

   "Right. Here; I'll write it down for you." None of the girls
could read.

   He passed me a napkin with a single word on it. The word was
Xanadu.

   "If you were to speak that word here, all of them would go under
at once. If you  want just one to sleep, you must say her name
before the word."

   "I see. And to snap her out of it?"

   "Just 'wake up'".

   "Thanks."  I looked around.  "Are all of your girls Asian?"

   "No, but I understand how you could get that impression.
Actually about 75% are  Oriental; the rest are Caucasian.  We
operate several 'orphanages' in Asian  countries; the very best
female infants are skimmed off and sent here.  And many  of the
Brothers prefer Asian girls."

   "Orphanages?"

   "Yes. Actually, they are legitimate, for the most part.  Most of
the staff at each  one knows nothing of its real purpose.  But the
director and head physician are  always Brothers; they route the
new girls here.  Each one sends us between 10  and 20 a month."

   "How do you get non-Asians?"

   "You will be told--later," he said.

   "How many girls are here?"

   "Right now, about 500, serving 40 resident Brothers.  We have
capacity to  accomodate many thousands of girls and many hundreds
of resident men."

   Soon, the meal was finished.  Min-Mei actually wiped my mouth
and cleaned my  hands with a warm towel. As Ben predicted, several
of the Brothers offered me  the 'services' of one of their girls;
I accepted three. These were Chin-Lo, Susie,  and Wendy. Chin-Lo
was a pretty 14-year-old Chinese; Susie, a lovely 10- year- old
from Hong-Kong, and Wendy, age 8, was the first Caucasian girl I
had seen;  blonde, blue-eyed, with an angelic face and full lips.

   Each girl went through a 'temporary binding' ceremony as had
Min-Mei; they  were transferred to my quarters, along with ample
wardrobes.

   I sat them down together on the sofa, and told them:

   "Girls, you are all Sisters in my service.  You are to cooperate
and help one  another to serve me.  There will be no jealousy or
competition among you.  Understand?"

   "Yes, Master," they replied in unison. "This is the Law."

   "Wendy, stand up and come here."

   She did.

   "Turn around--slowly."

   She did.  Lovely.  A pert, tight bottom, and remarkably long
legs for her age.  The  slightest hint of tiny bud breasts.  Wendy
was wearing a pale blue transparent  nightie, with snowy white
translucent panties.

   "Wendy, bend over."

   She did.  I fondled that tiny butt through the nylon of her
outfit. Her flesh was firm  and tender; her skin smooth and silky.
I felt my cock begin to rise.

   "Wendy, come here, and sit on my lap."

   Joyfully, she did so.

   "My dear, tell me about yourself," I told her.

   "Myself, Lord? There is nothing to tell," she said, her voice
almost a whisper.

   "How long have you lived here?"

   "All of my life, Master."

   "Do you remember anything besides this place, this life?"

   "No, Great One.  How could there be anything else?"

   As we spoke, I caressed and fondled the nymphet, and she
squirmed and  giggled happily.  My hands moved all over her tiny
body, and she responded with  little movements and grunts of
pleasure.

   Soon, we had moved to the bed.  The other girls looked on, as
Wendy gave me  pleasure. She was quite skilful for such a young
girl; her training had evidently  been thorough and complete.

   ====================================================

   The following morning, the girls washed and shaved me, and even
brushed my  teeth for me.  Susie did 'bathroom duty', gently
cleansing my anus after I had  moved my bowels.  I had the distinct
impression that, were they able, they would  have gone to the
toilet for me as well.

   A knock sounded on the door. It was Ben.  "Ready for a tour of
our training  facilities?"

   "I suppose so.  What about them?" I indicated the four girls.

   "Easy. Put them to sleep; they will keep for a short time."

   I had them sit, then spoke the word, "Xanadu". All four heads
slumped at one  time.  Ben whispered something to me, and I said,
"Min-Mei, Susie, Wendy, Chin- Lo: you will remain asleep until I
tell you to awaken.  While you are sleeping, you  will review your
lessons and training, and they will become even more a part of  you
than they are now.  Understand?"

   "Yes, Master," they all said, dreamily.

   We left.

   "The first stop is our physical fitness facility," Ben remarked.

   We entered a large gymnasium, in which at least 50 young girls
were performing  aerobic exercises.  Like the others, they were
clad in only the flimsiest  underwear.  Their exercises were led by
a 19-year-old beauty, dressed like the  others.

   "The instructress is Carolyn," Ben remarked; "She has been here
since she was  only four.  The girls get at least an hour of
exercise a day; designed to make their  bodies firm, but not hard."

   The next stop was the dance studio. Here, another group of 50
girls received  dance instructions.  "They are trained in ballet,"
Ben told me.  "We value the  grace and physical stamina it gives
the girls."  Again the girls performed their  lessons dressed only
in tiny bikini panties and half-slips; their instructress was
another older girl.  "That's Michelle," Ben said. "We took her at
fourteen-- she's 20  now."

   "How did you train her to obey at such an 'old' age?" I asked.

   "I'll show you a bit later," he said.

   Next, we visited the locker room.  The aerobics class was
entering as we did.   We watched the little girls remove their
little outfits and begin to shower.

   "They have no modesty, no body shame," Ben commented as we
watched. "To  our girls, nudity is completely natural and proper."

   The girls giggled and laughed as they washed.

   "We stress bodily cleanliness," he told me. "The girls have a
'cleaning ritual' that  will last almost an hour.  We'll stop back
here in time to see the end of it."

   Next, we visited a 'classroom' complex.

   In the first, a group of 15 girls sat in what appeared, at
first, to be a normal  schoolroom.  Then I noticed that, in front
of each girl, was a rubber model of a  penis.  The girls were
leaning forward, giving oral sex to the phallus models.  At  the
front of the class, another teen-ager stood.

   Ben told me her name was Christy.

   "All right, girls," Christy said, "now a bit slower and tighter.
That's right. Jana,  take it deeper into your throat...Debbie, use
your tongue."

   Liquid sounds of slurping and licking filled the room.  I found
my cock hardening  as I watched. Ben noticed.

   "Yes, it is exciting, isn't it.  Here, I'll show you something."

   He went to the front of the room and spoke to Christy.  She
lowered her eyes,  and curtseyed.  I could hear her murmured "Yes,
Master", and then she turned  and faced the girls of the class.

   "Girls, Master Ben and his guest have honored us by a visit.
They would like to  try out the best girls in the class.  Let me
see...OK, Chiako and Li-Ho, come  here."

   Two girls rose. They were both asian.  Chiako was a lovely
little 13-year- old  Japanese girl; and Li-Ho was a fetching
Chinese of about 11-12.

   They approached us, curtseyed, and stood with eyes and head
lowered.

   "These girls have learned their lessons well, Lords," Christy
said. "I hope that  you will enjoy their service."

   We each selected one girl--I got Li-Ho--and opened our robes.
The girls knelt,  and began to give head right there at the front
of the classroom. Christy had the  other girls gather around to
watch. She commented on our girls' techniques as  they performed
their service; occasionally, one of the other girls would ask a
question and she would answer.

   At last, both of us reached orgasm, and our girls dutifully
captured every drop.   To our surprise, they did not swallow, but
held the sperm in their mouths. Then,  quickly, the others lined
up, and each girl received a drop or two of the fluid from  our
girls. Even Christy.

   We thanked the class for their hospitality and returned to the
locker room.

   The girls were lined up, still nude.  At the head of the line,
an older girl was  dispensing new "uniforms".  As each girl reached
the head of the line, she  received a fresh pair of panties and
half- slip, and quickly slipped them on. We  watched, entranced at
the beauty of the girls and their little outfits.

   Next, we returned to the "school".  In another room, a small
group of girls sat  watching a film.  Their eyes were glassy, their
gaze distant and unfocused.  "They're in deep trance," Ben said.
"That way, the instructions in the film are  remembered perfectly,
and become seamlessly integrated with their other  programming."

   The film was about obedience and giving service, and included
many scenes of  submission, in which a girl demonstrated almost
unbelievable subservience to a  Master's command or request.

   Between scenes demonstrating obedience, a male 'instructor' told
the girls that  they must obey, must serve, must become even better
servants than the girls in  the film.

   "You asked how we train older girls," Ben said. "Now I'll show
you."

   We entered another room.  There, a Brother stood before a single
kneeling girl.   The girl was about 15. She was weeping quietly.
She was dressed like the  others, but there was a curious collar
about her neck.  The Brother held a small  box which was covered
with buttons.

   "All right, Lisa, now stand up," he ordered.

   Sullenly, she did.

   "Turn around."

   She did.

   "Bend over."

   Lisa hesitated.  The man pressed a button, and a spasm shook the
girl's body.  She gave a muffled scream of pain.

   "Lisa, you must obey, or you will be punished.  Now bend over,
as you were  commanded."

   This time, she did.

   Ben said, "The training collar can administer any level of pain
to the subject.  It  causes no permanent harm.  It can also give
pleasure-- watch."

   "Very good, Lisa," said the Brother.  "When you obey, you will
be rewarded."

   He pressed another button, and Lisa gasped with pleasure.  An
orgasmic  shudder passed through her body.

   As we left, Ben told me, "The conditioning you see, along with
drugs, hypnosis,  and classical brainwashing techniques, never
fails to 'break' a girl's will.  In a few  weeks, we will be able
to remove the collar, and Lisa will be just as submissive  and
obedient as any other girl here. In fact, she will be an eager and
willing  servant, and will learn to love her condition. We used
this method on the first girls  here, and use it now on girls who
come to us older than about 6."

   The final room was a dimly-lit one, in which about a dozen girls
lay on couches.  Intravenous lines were connected to their arms,
and they wore stero  headphones.  All appeared to be asleep.

   "They are being programmed with the aid of drugs.  The drugs
magnify  suggestibility by many times, and the effect is
cumulative.  By the time these girls  have finished the primary
course of treatment, they will have absorbed the  program at least
ten times.  For the rest of their lives, they'll receive monthly
'booster' sessions to keep the programming fresh."

   As we walked back to my room, I commented, "This has been really
interesting  and illuminating.  You certainly have developed an
incredible system here."

   "Thanks."

   Back in my room, I woke my sleeping companions.

   They woke together, smiling sunnily when they saw me.

   "How may I serve you, Master," they all said in unison.

   "I believe I shall think of something," I grinned.



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   Re-Poster's note:

         The preceding three-section material on the New Eden
Brotherhood with  unknown authorship was originally found by me on
Rusty and Eddies BBS (at  216-726-2620 to give them a plug).
However, I have never seen any sequel or  other material on it.
Whether or not New Eden exists right now, in either a  nascent or
advancing stage, most of us may never know.  However, it does seem
to me that it would be intellectually interesting to develop more
speculative fiction  and theory based on its many obviously well
thought-out premises.  As an  example, I am adding the beginnings
of a plausible and future history of it past  where the original
material ends that might be the logical next steps in it.  I may
add more to it later.  If anyone is interested in expounding
further on the New  Eden concept, post a note on this  or a new
message with the words "New Eden"  in the description.

                                                               -
The Scribe



                   THE CONTINUING HISTORY OF NEW EDEN

                                        Decades 3-4

          The Brotherhood of New Eden has flourished immensely in
the past 20 years,  standing as a testament to the inspiration of
the original brothers.  The worldwide  membership presently stands
around 30,000 males and a present inventory of  14,500 females in
areas under direct Brotherhood jurisdiction.  Another approximately
11,000 females are possessed by Brothers throughout the world  and
carefully developed pockets of New Eden communities exist in 37
different  countries.  Though the original Island of New Eden is
still used as a prime  vacation spot for Brothers, the acquisition
of Babesland (known to the rest of the  world as Kwaiki) in 2005
has enabled the beginnings of a true culture under the  foundations
of the Brotherhood.  This 319 square mile sub-tropical island in
the  Pacific, granted nationhood in 2007 under with the generous
and inspired help of  highly placed Brothers in the United Nations
and the governments of several  industrialized nations, has enabled
the BrotherhoodUs great social expansion to  develop virtually
undisturbed on a grand scale.  The rest of the world, in as much
as a very few non-brothers ever give a solitary thought to the
never mentioned,  isolated island-nation of Kwaiki, assume its
economy to consist of fruit exports.

         Babesland has now become the social and political center
of the  Brotherhood, as well as the worldUs largest producer of
females reared in the  New Eden way.  The Brotherhood has for some
years been able to depend on its  own breeding programs on Kwaiki
for its primary source of new females, with a  yield of 2,000
healthy newborn girls a year, although donations of offspring by
Brothers worldwide bring in an additional 1,000 annually.

         The success of the breeding program has long since
eliminated the need for  procurement of females older than 5 years
old from other places.  It is obvious  that females carefully
raised from infancy are far superior for the purposes of the  New
Eden Brotherhood.  Advances in genetic selection, early childhood
conditioning and the purity of the New Eden social atmosphere on
Kwaiki are  currently producing the most pleasing and obeisant
females ever seen on Earth.



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