The People Maers

The Story of Gary Turner & Alyssa Breckner

Gary Turner was

careful

.

When most people were unfrozen on the Station they immediately started experimenting, pairing off with different men (or women) to see who they could get the highest score with.

But not Gary. For two weeks Gary didn't partner with anyone, despite the best efforts of women like Laura Giancomo and Shelly Rendler. He wasn't even moved by an offer of oral sex from Susan Shinn.

At first people thought that maybe he was a Resistor, someone who was refusing to participate in the Experiment. But that was far from true. Gary spent the first two weeks talking to women, but just talking to them, finding out about likes, dislikes, passions, and life back on Earth. Women quickly grew frustrated with him when they realized that this was not simply verbal foreplay and Gary would not be pairing with them.

But then two weeks after arriving Gary

did

pair with Gabriella Lozatti. Then two weeks later he paired with Samantha Arlen. Both times he achieved respectable above average scores in the low to mid 600's.

What Gary was doing was partnering with women who he thought would be a good match for his own gene traits. He interviewed them to try and figure out what their gene traits were and then thought about whether they would be a good complement for his. He was approaching the Experiment in a very methodical way that Graylor and Frog would have approved of.

Alyssa Breckner was much the same. She interviewed men in the same way as Gary interviewed women, searching for men who could complement her traits. She had been unfrozen just a few weeks before Gary but had only partnered with one more person than him.

And so when the two encountered each other they quickly realized the methodologies they had in common.

They had a quiet candlelight dinner in Bermuda.

"I worked in Public Relations for the World Government," said Alyssa. "Every time a new regulation or revenue enhancement measure came down, I had to explain it in a way that people could relate to."

"Relate to?"

"To explain to them how it could benefit them, how the World Government was working to help them, to meet their needs."

Intuition. She has intuition and understanding.

The conversation gradually turned to his work and interests. Gary had worked his way up from a lowly project manager to Vice President of the Bessemer Corporation, a medical technology company which made mental reconditioning devices for the Politically Insane, used in mental hospitals around the world.

He's worked his way up to the top. He's hard working and diligent,

Alyssa thought.

After dinner they took a walk in the Cryo Chamber. It might not have seemed a romantic setting but Alyssa had suggested it and Gary agreed.

They walked past the rows and rows of frozen bodies. The giant multi-level room could easily accommodate several hundred cryotubes, though not all of them were occupied. As they walked passed the bodies Gary saw nude men and women, usually in the primes of their lives, in their 20's or 30's or early 40's.

"Handsome men," Alyssa commented, with a tight smile.

"And beautiful women," said Gary, stopping in front of one gorgeous woman who caught his eye. It just happened to be the body of Survey Service Commander Sophie Astor, perfectly preserved in cryogenic suspension. Sophie was totally nude, her hands at her sides, her hazel eyes staring straight out at them. Her large, firm, nuclear tipped breasts stood straight out and were a remarkable contrast to her narrow hips and flat stomach. Between her legs her dark pubic triangle looked trim and cute.

Alyssa put a hand on his shoulder. "Would you like to fuck her, Gary?"

Gary looked at Sophie's sexy body and gulped. She looked like a holomodel.

"Would you like to take her and make her yours?" Alyssa asked, her eyes shining.

Gary imagined himself plunging inside of Sophie's cunt, feeling that sexy body pressed against him as he fucked her vigorously. With an effort he turned to Alyssa. "It's not about that."

"Then what is it about?" Her hand wandered over his shoulder.

"It's about finding a compatible mate," said Gary.

"I know," said Alyssa. "It was obvious you were asking me about my gene traits at dinner." Her hand roamed farther.

"Was it that obvious?"

"Um hm," she said. She kissed him lightly.

"I noticed you were doing the same too," said Gary. He kissed her back.

"Um hm," she said again. "We both know what we want, don't we, Gary?"

"Yes, we do," he said.

And then Gary let her pull him down the ground and they did it, right then and there in the Cryo room. Even as Sophie Astor's blank eyes stared at them, Gary made love to Alyssa, plunging into her pussy as they consummated their pairing. From time to time he glanced up at Sophie, but her expression was totally unchanged.

********

Afterwards, as they lay together on the floor of the Cryo room, Alyssa giggled, "I've never done it here before."

"It was your idea."

"I thought it was the perfect opportunity, with that sexy ice cube turning you on."

"You were the only one I had eyes for, silly," said Gary, pinching her. He took a deep breath. "So... you'll agree to partner with me, of course."

"If I didn't, then I just had sex for nothing," she laughed, which kind of hurt him. "Just one thing, though."

"What?"

"I want to make a tiny adjustment to our gene plates. Nothing really significant. I just want to tune down your gene traits associated with independence just a little bit."

"What? Why?"

"Well, independence is a good thing, and I always like that in a man," she said, stroking his body. "But it can adversely affect some scores like Community and Emotional Self Awareness."

"It's funny because I was thinking the same thing."

"You were?"

"That maybe we should adjust some of your gene traits down a bit," said Gary.

She sat up abruptly. "Why would you want to do that?"

"Your gene traits are magnificent, really," Gary assured her. "But your concept of self-preservation may be a bit too strong for some things like Community and Population. I just want to lower that a bit, just a bit, while playing up my empathy just a bit. That would be perfect."

"I really think lowering your independence is the way to go," Alyssa said firmly, rubbing his body more strongly.

"I really think adjusting your self-preservation is the best way to go," said Gary.

Alyssa gave a nervous laugh. "How do we resolve this impasse?"

"We... we could ask Graylor's opinion."

"That lizard? No, I wouldn't leave this in his hands." She gave a bitter laugh. "I'm told The Federationistas started out trying to mix and match on their own and did a terrible job of it. That's why they leave it up to us now."

"Then how do you propose to resolve this? A compromise? Maybe we each adjust each other's gene plates as we want?"

"A compromise yes, but not a simultaneous one," said Alyssa. "If we do that and it doesn't work out we'll never know which adjustments were right or wrong."

"True."

She started to stroke his penis. "I have a compromise. Let's try my adjustments first, and then, if the pairing doesn't go well, we'll do a second pairing with the adjustments you want."

"Why do you get to go first?" Gary asked.

She started to stroke him more vigorously.

"Oh... oh......"

"Are you ready to let me go first, Gary?"

"Oooh" he felt a tingling sensation as she fisted his sensitive tip.

"What will it be, Gary? My way or the spaceway?"

"Ooooooh!" Gary cried again. He gasped as she slowed down. "Don't stop, no!"

"So, what will it be?" Her hand moved rapidly now, like a blur.

"Your way!" Gary cried out. His body stiffened as sperm shot out of the head of his penis.

Alyssa smiled and kissed him as he came down from his high.

********

"560," said Graylor.

"560?" said Gary. He had expected at least 600. All his scores were over 600. This would ruin his average. He turned to Alyssa who shrugged helplessly.

"At least we tried. Now we know," she said. She started to get up.

"Wait," said Gary. "We want to try again."

"Again?" said Bessie. "You could, but there is a minimum of a three day wait time. Then you'll have to be interviewed again with your proposed genetic adjustments."

"Then we'll do it. Won't we, Alyssa?"

Alyssa sighed and patted her head. "I'm afraid not, Gary."

"But you promised!"

"I did," said Alyssa. "But that was before we got such a low score. My lowest score ever. And that was after we adjusted for some of your more obvious deficiencies. I'm afraid that trying again will just get another low score on both our records, and we don't want that, do we?" She gave him a light kiss on the cheek. "Thanks for trying. See you around."

She turned and left.

Gary was outraged. "She promised! She promised!"

Bessie looked amused. Frog looked away.

********

The next day Gary watched with a burning rage as Alyssa chatted up Gavin Ansom. She watched as she giggled and petted his arm in exactly the same way she had done with him.

"That lying deceitful bitch," he said.

"Which one?" Survey Service Captain Michael Taylor asked.

Gary pointed.

"Oh, that one. Oh yes," he said. "What did she to do you?"

"She lied to me. She betrayed me."

"Hm," said Taylor. He watched Alyssa talking to Gavin Ansom. Alyssa laughed again and put hand on Gavin's shoulder. "And you want revenge?"

"Of course," said Gary.

"Well, there's only one person who can give that to you."

"Who?"

"The First One."

"Bessie? The...."

"The fat lady, yes," said Taylor.

"Why is she called First One?"

"Periodically there are elections, even here. The Federationistas ask us to select someone to represent us. We chose Bessie."

"Why?"

"Why does anyone win an election? Because the alternative was even worse," said Taylor.

"What can she do for me?"

"She can veto anyone who your lying deceitful bitch wants to mate with," said Taylor.

"It's not actually a veto," Donnie Burch explained. "It's just a recommendation. But Graylor relies on her a lot for her human intuition."

"Why would she agree to veto Alyssa's next pairing?"

"Why indeed?" Taylor asked.

********

"Gary, so nice to see you again so soon," Bessie said, rubbing a hand against her white hair as she sat back in her chair, making her rolls and rolls of fat even more visible. "What can I do for you?"

"It's about Alyssa."

"Lovely girl. Shame your pairing didn't work out. I was rooting for you."

"I know you were." Gary gulped.

"Something's obviously troubling you, Gary. Tell me what it is, and maybe I can help."

"I... I want Alyssa's pairing to be denied."

"Alyssa's pairing with whom?"

"With... anyone," said Gary. "I don't want her pairing with anyone to be approved."

"Anyone except you, you mean," said Bessie slowly.

"Yes," said Gary. He wondered what her reaction would be. Would she be outraged?

But Bessie just rocked in her chair and laughed. "Oh, Gary." She reached out and touched the wall of her small office. "I don't have the power to deny pairings. All I do is make recommendations."

"And Graylor usually listens to your recommendations."

"True," she said. "But if I start giving a lot of denials it will raise questions. And questions could raise problems. If I'm going to take a risk, I would have to be rewarded for it."

"What... what kind of reward are you looking for?" Gary asked.

Bessie gave him a predatory smile. "What do you think?"

********

Gary gritted his teeth as he plunged into Bessie's vagina. The fat woman looked even fatter without her tight white jumpsuit on, if possible. She had an enormous belly with rolls and rolls of fat not only there but also on her arms and legs. He had real trouble making and keeping the connection as his penis kept falling out of her. He had to keep reinserting himself but with all that belly rolls between them it was hard to get in at a workable angle.

"Faster, Gary. Faster!" she snarled.

Gary tried to pump Bessie harder. Her thighs were like two enormous elephant legs. He plunged into her, feeling no tightness or resistance. He rammed into her faster but only succeeded in falling out of her again.

"You're worthless!" She snarled. "Do it the other way!"

"The other way?"

Bessie flicked her tongue and gave him a wicked grin.

Gary's jaw dropped open. "No. Not that."

"Then I'll make sure your precious Alyssa gets to fuck every man on the Station she wants, and you'll never get a pairing approved again!"

Gary looked at the enormous red gash between her legs. It looked like a gunshot wound. He couldn't... could he?"

"Get to work!" Bessie snarled. "Get to work, or get the fuck out of here!"

Gary made a face as he leaned forward and parted those disgusting vaginal lips. Soon the only sounds in the room was that of slurping, and laughter....

********

"And so as you can see the obvious conclusion is that Gavin and I would be the perfect match," said Alyssa, smiling at Bessie and Gavin in turn.

"No," said Bessie.

"No?" said Alyssa. She frowned. She had always thought that Bessie's approval was automatic, or almost automatic. "Why not?"

"Well.... Gavin is the former World Government Controller of California. His skillset is leadership and vision. Your skillset is vision and intuition. There's too much overlap. You should be searching for someone who complements your gene traits, not complicates them."

"But... but... he has everything I need!" said Alyssa.

"I disagree," said Bessie sweetly, as she casually scratched a tiny itch between her legs.

"Well... can I appeal?"

"Of course," said Bessie. "Graylor will give you a full hearing. But I must warn you that he usually relies on my advice in such matters. And if he turns you down, it will not look so good on your record, I'm afraid."

Alyssa opened her mouth, closed it, and opened it again. She turned to Gavin. "I'm sorry. Maybe we should try pairing with someone else."

Gavin looked from Alyssa to Bessie. "Of course."

********

Alyssa came back three days later with Hamilton Jurgens. Bessie again turned down her application to partner with him, saying that Hamiltion was just a little too independent--much like Gary had been. Then she came back four days after that with Will Tyrell. Bessie turned them down because she didn't think Will was independent enough. It didn't take Alyssa long to figure out what had happened.

"You bastard!" she said, thumping so loud on the men's table that Abner Dune jumped in his chair.

"Hello, Alyssa," said Gary, as Craig Cobin laughed.

"You fucking bastard!" she said. "What did you do to me?"

"He screwed you," said Craig. "Or to be more precise, he screwed Bessie."

"You didn't. You couldn't!"

"I hear it's like fucking a mountain of vanilla pudding. You should be proud of him," said Craig.

"How could you do this to me?" she wailed.

Gary stood up slowly. "You lied to me. You betrayed me."

"I... I did what I thought was right to successfully pass down my genes to the next generation."

"How noble. How Darwinian," said Gary.

"What do you want?" Alyssa asked.

"Why do you presume I want anything?" Gary asked.

"Gary, what do you want?" She repeated.

********

"And you agree to this?" Graylor asked again.

"Yes," said Alyssa, sounding thoroughly defeated.

"To have your self-preservation gene-traits reduced 25% in strength."

"Yes."

"To have your intuition genes also reduced by 25%."

"Y-yes."

"And to have all of Gary's traits, all of them increased by 25%"

"YES!" said Alyssa. "How many times do I have to say it?"

Frog rocked steadily back and forth on both feet. Hot Dog and Hamburger gave each other knowing smiles. Graylor glanced repeatedly at the gene charts back and forth. "Very well," he said finally.

*********

580.

After all those adjustments, they only scored 20 points better than their last pairing.

"I got another sub-600 score on my record?" Alyssa said incredulously. She turned to Gary. "How could you do this to me?"

"Maybe the mistake was in not suppressing your gene traits enough," said Gary. "Maybe next time we should take you down 50%."

"Fifty percent? Bastard! YOU BASTARD!" She started to flail him with her arms. Hot Dog and Hamburger had to restrain her.

"Easy there, easy," said Hot Dog.

"Take it easy," said Hamburger

"It's just the act of reproduction," said Hot Dog. "You'll have many more."

But she didn't.

********

The following morning Hot Dog and Hamburger pulled the motorized stretcher carrying Alyssa Breckner's dry, white, powdery body through Algeria. Michelle Delving's children Damon and Eva ran along with it, laughing and yelling.

As the body passed their table, Abner Dune asked, "Why her? Why her and not him?"

"Survival of the fittest," said Haggis O'Leary. "At first she got the upper hand on him, but then he turned the tables on her. If you were to preserve the one who came out on top, which one would it be?"

He saw the expression of horror on Alyssa's powdery face as her body floated by. Damon stuck a finger in it, making her entire face collapsed, and raised a finger with white powder and laughed.

********

The Story of Sansa Slark

The replacement for Alyssa Breckner was unfrozen the next day. With an entire Cryo Chamber full of people to choose from, the Federationistas didn't take long to fill the gap. What everyone noticed, however, was that the numbers in the Cryo Chamber were dwindling, with more and more empty shells than full ones. Probe ships loaded with survivors from the disaster 500 years earlier were arriving with decreasing frequency on the Station, raising the question about not whether the Experiment would run out of Test Subjects but when.

Alyssa's replacement was a young woman named Sansa Slark. Sansa Slark was a top graduate from Social Justice University in Berkeley, California, who was deep in training to become an Inquisitor before she had been rescued by the Federationistas. That was the life Sansa wanted, prosecuting backwards thinking white men who were steeped in racism, sexism, assophobia, sexchangeophobia, Laquintaphobia, Vaccinophobia, and all the other phobias and isms which imperiled that sickly strata of society.

But that life of joyous righteous prosecution had been snatched away from her, and for that she was extremely bitter. She knew who was at fault.

The white man.

It was the white man who had destroyed the Earth through Galactic Temperature Change. It was his addiction to technology, his addiction to a high and mighty and some might say unnatural lifestyle, his raping of the planet again and again which had destroyed mankind.

And now Sansa Slark was expected to mate with one of them.

She had always planned to marry a white man, of course. Sansa wasn't attracted to blacks or spanishies, and the Asians, well, they didn't usually have the right sized tool for the job. But if Sansa was going to marry a white man and have white babies, she

at least

wanted the white man to be socially enlightened, and, more than that, very accomplished! It was common for Inquisitors, who were more often than not accomplished females, to marry men from the very top strata of society, State Councilors, Federal Counselors, even Global Representatives and Senior Officials in the Ruling Secretariat in Copenhagen.

But now all that was gone, and Sansa had to pair her precious, enlightened genes with the dregs of humanity. The thought of it made her sick.

Frog brought her to the Girl's Table in Oregon. "Everyone, I'd like you to meet the newest addition to our family. Everyone, this is Sansa Slark."