X-Change
By Zeta
A prequel to the Zax Trilogy
Copyright 2024 by Zeta
All rights reserved
This story may be freely distributed in electronic form but must include this copyright.
X-Change is a work for pure fiction and all locales, names, characters, places, and incidents are the products of the author's imagination. Any resemblance to actual events, locales, or living persons is entirely coincidental
Translators Note
This translation was undertaken as part of a thesis on archaic languages. The archaic period selected is the 21
th
century, as measured using pre-modern reckoning. The particular dialect chosen is the American version of English, as spoken and written during the period approximately 50 standard years either side of that millennium. Modern names and terms have been, where possible, translated into their archaic equivalents. Names and terms without equivalents have been assigned archaic expressions that (would have) provided an accurate linguistic description (in the translator's opinion) to individuals of that era. Fortunately, the text contains only minimal usage and discussions of modern devices and methods, greatly simplifying the translator's task in this area. As such, it is the firm belief of the translator that a native speaker of the chosen archaic era would readily understand and grasp, in its entirety, the resulting narrative contained in the text. Furthermore, the physical environment and social customs depicted are essentially timeless and, could, with minor adjustments to the technological instruments employed, have occurred in any era. In short (and using the archaic vernacular) the text is
not
a work of science fiction.
The translator would like to thank her advisor as well as the tireless work of her editor and the toleration of her friends and companions during the execution of this work. She would also like to thank the few existing readers of archaic languages for keeping the past alive and especially those who may encounter this text and take the time to read it. It is you few whom this text is dedicated, for you are surrogates to what unfortunately must remain a true science fiction fantasy: a reader from the pre-modern archaic era.
Zeta
North American Federation, 2410
"A mind not to be changed by place or time.
The mind is its own place, and in itself
Can make a heaven of hell, a hell of heaven."
― John Milton,
Paradise Lost
"When you have a plan put it into action instantly. Don't let it lie around and get stale and have other people start thinking about it themselves."
― Harry Harrison,
The Stainless Steel Rat
"By the pricking of my thumbs,
Something wicked this way comes."
Shakespeare ,
Macbeth
Prolog
Doctor Nina Venkatesan looked out the window of the transport at the ground eight miles below. Desert. Although she was traveling at over 1000 miles per hour there was no sense of motion. The desert stood still below her frozen in place, unchanging. Nina sighed and closed her eyes. Two hours ago, she had been asleep, dreaming, warm and comfortable in her bed. That's when the message came. A rude and persistent ping that pulled her out of her dream and her bed.
"Yes?" she had answered, annoyed, still half-asleep.
"The Governor wants to see you" said Grace Clark, Dean of the Genetic Sciences division at the University, and Nina's boss.
"At his hour?" said Nina looking at the time. 2:31AM. "Can't it wait till morning? It's 2AM for goodness sake Grace and I told Sidney yesterday that I would have the funding figures for her on..."
"Not the college governor" interrupted Grace. "
The
Governor."
Nina looked at Grace, nonplussed, her straight short black hair falling across her face, partially obscuring her dark eyes.
"The Governor?" she parroted.
"Yes, Amelia Wu," said Grace. "A transport will be here within the hour to take you to New Washington."
"What?" blurted Nina. "Why would Amelia Wu want to see
me
?"
Not that she could refuse a summons from
the
Governor; the idea of doing so never even entered Nina's mind. Given the current political climate, such a refusal was unthinkable. If Amelia Wu called, you came. What surprised Nina was that Amelia Wu would want to see
her
. After all she was only an academic and Nina was surprised that the Governor even knew she existed, little lone would summon her. And to New Washington no less!
"There's been some sort of flap and apparently your name came up. Something to do with the
Gender Crisis
. They were purposely vague. I guess you'll find out when you get there."
Now an hour into the flight Nina was wide awake. The
Gender Crisis
. That was a blackeye on everyone in her field. Nina had been a postdoc at the time of the
Plague
which had wiped out well over 90% of the male population. Too much tinkering too quickly. Not that this second attempt at improving the human condition was unjustified.
The first attempt in modifying the human genome at the end of the 21
st
Century had been a great triumph of science, eliminating disease and greatly extending human lifespan. Unfortunately, it had been accompanied by the equally great ecological disaster of losing the atmosphere to human introduced CO
2
. After decades of ignoring the repeated warnings from Earth's climate scientists, the world found itself in crisis again. Twenty-Eighty-Four, or 20/84 as it was commonly abbreviated, was the year when everything changed. Massive super-storms followed two decades of drought causing world-wide coastal flooding, large shifts in rainfall, and alternating heat waves and frigid blasts that decimated the surface of the planet resulting in famine, mass migration, and inevitably war.
After a tumultuous and deadly 50 standard years, the situation had been stabilized (at enormous cost in lives and treasure) followed by the inevitable recriminations. In a sense, it was the straw that had finally broken the proverbial camel's back. Too many aggressively disastrous decisions had been made by mostly male leadership. The entire population had been fed-up and all too eager for a quick fix. Nina's peers and future colleagues had been all too happy to provide another miracle solution. The genome was re-engineered to reduce male aggressiveness and social dominance. Unfortunately, in their haste the genetic engineers had overlooked some subtle but important structures in the complex DNA molecule leaving the male population vulnerable to some rare but particularly virulent virus mutations. When the
Plague
hit a decade later most of the male population was wiped out, literally overnight.
However, with a population in the billions even a few percent surviving left tens of millions of males. Although alarming, it hardly justified panic. With most pregnancies and deliveries now almost exclusively
ex-utero
, and an increasingly large lesbian population, the survival of the species was more than guaranteed, even with the drastically reduced male population.