Summary: mind control, incest, Mf, minor ff
Summary: mind control, Mf, some ff, incest
Ever get the feeling that there's something wrong in the world, that
something's just not right? Ken Niceman too. But Ken found these little $4.00
pills that fix all that. Sort of.
Author's Rambling: Well, sometimes the sequel comes out before the original
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change it, steal from it or claim credit for it. Have fun! Chapter 1, Death Tolls His Bell
We're the same, you and I.
More than we have any right to be.
The entire human race has less genetic variability than a single tribe of
chimpanzees. Using mitochondrial DNA, we know we're all descended from one
woman that lived 200,000 years ago. Our genetic homology tells us that 70,000
years ago, after a hundred thousand years of going forth and multiplying, our
numbers were cut to less than a thousand.
Think about that: less than a thousand people left on the face of the planet.
That's pretty damn close to extinction.
What unthinkable catastrophe could have killed all those millions of primitive
peoples, could have brought our race to within a tender whisper of total
extermination?
My name is Richard Perry. I am a biochemist.
And I know what happened.
Imagine the world as it was 70,000 years ago. Mammals rule the earth, the
dinosaurs long since gone. In Africa or Asia -- I really don't care to get
into that debate -- early humans live the way that nature intended. They are
tool-users and have a complex system of verbal signs, perhaps even a grammar.
For these early humans, it is the Age of Lilith. Human females, like the
females of all mammalian species, experience estrus, periodically going into
heat, their hormones demanding that they mate with men, their pheromones
insuring that men will mate with them.
Suddenly, however, into this idyllic world are thrown two serpents.
One serpent is named Eve. She is a human mutation, a freak, that never enters
heat. All her sexual machinery is intact -- intercourse and pregnancy are both
possible -- it just never gets turned on. Eve allows herself to be mated, so
as not to be ostracized and shunned by others in her tribe for being barren,
but it is not pleasurable for her. It is like pushing a car uphill because the
engine won't start.
The daughters among her offspring inherit her genetic defect. Normally,
mutations such as this are deleterious to the species and are excised within a
couple generations.
There come times, however, when a species must have dealings with the devil
....
The other serpent is named Death. It is a virus a few microns long,
transmitted during sexual intercourse. Like AIDS, it has a 100% fatality rate.
Unlike AIDS, it does not take decades to kill; it takes one year. These
primitive people have no defense against this plague. As a tribe's women enter
heat, sex happens; and a year later ... death follows. It is biochemically
inevitable.
Except for Eve.
Eve's great granddaughters, frigid women all, watch as others rut, but they
refuse to be mounted themselves. Six months later, Death rings His bell, and
those that belong to Him no longer heal as they should. Five months after
that, He rings His bell again, and they begin to hemorrhage. And a month
later, He walks among them to claim those that are His.
With the tribes' hunters dead, the descendants of Eve must compromise
themselves. In exchange for food and furs with which to keep warm, they
grudgingly trade sex with boys that were too young to be infected. Some of
them still die when the next wave of the virus passes through; a few survive.
Death gives us His worst. And we meet it with a solution equally disturbing:
the life-negating daughters of Eve, dealing in the economics of sex.
The species does survive.
But the devil always exacts a terrible cost for his deals.
For 70,000 years, the daughters of Eve have compromised themselves, despising
the acts they must perform to feed and clothe themselves, despising their
protectors and providers that request this debasement that is called sex.
When a good man dies, they are filled with mixed emotions: sorrow that a
provider's gifts have been lost, relief that he will not degrade them anymore
with his filthy requests.
Yet ... there is hope.
God -- or Nature, if you prefer -- realized this too, and He -- or She if you
prefer -- did not remove the switch that puts a female into heat. That would
guarantee the end of a species. Rather, a plastic cover was fastened over it,
figuratively speaking, so that you could only trigger the switch with a
special key that would unlock that extra cover.
My name if Richard Perry. I am a biochemist. And I have constructed that
special key. I can unlock that plastic cover and flip that switch and put any
woman back into heat.
Any woman that I want.
(End of excerpt.)
Prelude (from A Comfortable Old Pair of Genes)
(Excerpt from A Comfortable Old Pair of Genes, a forthcoming story by Jafar)