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This story is a composite of a couple of different things I have thought about regarding 
futanari stories, I know the majority of writers here deal mostly in natural futa, that is 
born as one, or magical means. This is more of a sci-fi kind of story, so if it's not your 
thing you might want to mosey on by. 

Don't read if under 18 or illegal in your little corner of the world, like you'll listen. This 
should appear only on my website http://www.asstr.org/~srb/ F3, Futanari Palace, Pal's 
archive site, through Pal's yahoo group, on Pal's Forum... well, it basically should be 
wherever Pal's stuff is. Also at the Grey Archive, and some other places they might end 
up, they know who they are. 

This is copyright me, so don't call it yours. Feedback can be left here. I created all the 
characters, they are all fictional, and any relevance to anyone living or dead, is incidental

BTW there is plenty of different portions which have been reused by numerous science 
fiction shows movies and books, including nanotechnology, rapid pregnancy, and various 
scientific mumbo jumbo, which I will try to keep to a minimum. (Bounce a graviton 
particle beam off the main deflector dish…)

THIS CHAPTER contains no sex of any kind.


Chapter 1
Let's Get the Backstory Done First


Professor Thomas prepared the solution carefully. Even wearing his protective biohazard 
suit, he had little margin for error. Although the specially made biohazard suit had been 
created by his colleague Yoshi he always held distrust for any technology that hadn't 
been created by him. Or at least improved by him, and there were hundreds, closing in on 
thousands of patents which held his name. 

But this, this was special. He had felt strange, almost godlike in creating this. Sure, he 
had created technology more powerful, had even cured the world of its hunger, thirst, 
even creating unheard of vaccines and ending the world's STD problems. But this, this 
was the power to change humanity on it's molecular level. 

It hadn't started like this. A government official had invited him, as he had been a dozen 
times before, to a private lunch. Usually it was a senator or senior official, trying to 
bankroll a project of his by using his notoriety and thus getting another term in the 
Planetary Parliament. 

But this one was different. This one didn't introduce himself, other than agent Smith. He 
had laughed almost instantly, but managed to subdue a smile as he shook his hand. He 
wouldn't even reveal what organization he represented, which piqued his scientific mind. 

"A way to repopulate the species" he put it, almost three years ago. It was ten years now, 
since the first interplanetary war begun. Mars had been Earth's project for over a century, 
finally being completely being terraformed in 2465. Many had hoped it would solve the 
Earth's overpopulation problem. The answer, ironically, was yes. 

In only thirty-five years, Mars population had grown from three hundred million to over 
three billion people, and relations had grown strained, as Mars had become the planet that 
only housed the rich, powerful elite class who could afford it. An elite class which had 
it's own ideas regarding immigration. The Martian population thought themselves 
superior, as their planet was largely without homeless, disease, and drugs. Their planet 
housed many untapped resources. Earth, meanwhile, was polluted, consumed with 
disease, homelessness, drug use, and all the various nastiness that the Martians thought 
themselves above. 

And then it occurred, in a hell storm of nuclear weapons, which largely decimated the 
entire global infrastructure, and with one fell swoop; the Martian invasion force 
destroyed over thirty seven percent of the seven billion humans remaining on Earth. Not 
only the people were attacked, but also the major cities, and any ability to retaliate. Earth 
was left to contend with the nuclear fallout, food shortages, water salinization, and a 
hundred other things. Fighting a war was not possible. 

Mars left Earth with an ultimatum, Mars would destroy the planet, unless Earth agreed to 
never launch another space flight, manned or not. To prove their point, they created a 
series of satellites surrounding the planet, which would have the ability to destroy any 
oncoming craft on launch, and destroy wherever it came from. 

Many had wondered why Mars had left Earth alive at all. Some thought they had some 
pangs of conscience. Others thought the Martians simply wanted to watch the people of 
Earth suffer. Still others thought they were going to be used as stock for slavery. 

The truth was the populace of Mars was incapable of launching a true interplanetary full-
scale war, and had exhausted their nuclear arsenal. Having believed their supply of 
nuclear material was more abundant; they were disappointed when they attempted to 
rebuild their nuclear supply. 

And now, ten years to the date since M (Mars) day, Doctor Thomas was prepared to test 
this out. Yes, he had invented numerous technologies, which had been integral to solving 
many of the Earth's problems. His plants were able to clean ocean water, as well as water 
polluted by the nuclear fallout. He had created a method of genetically engineering grains 
and rice that increased their durability and yield, helping to feed the world. His formula 
for reducing the pollution, albeit stolen mistakenly by his now colleague Yoshi would 
serve only to foster their friendship, and their efforts to restore Earth, or as they called it, 
Terra. 

All of his original ideas had been in err. It wasn't until he came to a breakthrough. 
Nanotechnological Robotics, or nanobots, for short, was the best opportunity for success.

He had remembered trying to explain it to his Project Director, Nadia Bodarko had 
trouble believing him. The technology had been simple to prepare, at least in theory. 
They were small robots, which capable of altering a human on the molecular level. 
Robots capable of using group intelligence to enter into a cell of a human being and alter 
it.

He sighed as he began to inject the robots into his willing volunteer. Although he had 
wanted to test the nanobots further, his Director gave him an ultimatum, either he 
believed in it enough to try it out or it was to be abandoned, as it had been three years 
with little visible evidence, and she was losing the war to keep her superiors appeased 
with readouts of genetic code or technological specifications. 

Sedated, the girl hadn't moved as he watched the plunger sink into her dainty white skin. 
A pretty girl, who looked like she couldn't be any older than twenty-five. As he left the 
room, he removed his biohazard clothing, and returned into the lab, from which he would 
monitor her vital signs. 


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there. Don't use without permission, and don't claim it's yours. Spread freely as long as 
this and the disclaimer above as well as the story entirely are untouched, unedited, and 
worshipped for the holy script they are not.) 
 
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