Author's note: This is a dystopian/sci-fi erotica set in the future - 100 years from now. All the characters portrayed in this story are above 18 years.
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When "man"kind became extinct, she embarks on a perilous journey to revive the "his"tory.
--Scene 1--
She wakes up and feels different. Quite unlike anything she had ever experienced. Reborn as a new person.
But still lost in the senses of her last night.
And then she looks through the window with her dizzy eyes. Nothing seems foreign to her.
It's the same sunshine. The same sound of siren from Eve Corp. And a familiar group of people is walking past her accommodation.
"But walking toward....? Oh dear!"
She stands still as her eyes take a glance at the clock. This is certainly different. Never until that day was she late for work.
But today, she broke one of the main codes of conduct.
"Everyone is on time at Eve Corp". She murmurs to herself repeatedly while walking towards the washroom.
Takes no time to peel off her "damp" night robe. But takes a few minutes to gaze at her slender body.
She brushes her hands around the abdomen. Trying to decipher the way she's looking at herself. Never has she embraced such a sense of feminism before.
"What made me do that?", she asks herself.
Barely half an hour passes. And she is en route to the networking block.
Her office sits somewhere in the middle of Eve Corp.
A monopolized conglomerate not far away from her residence. And everyone else's.
But what exactly is Eve Corp?
She never bothered about it. But things are going to change now.
Change forever.
She passes the security punch in. Nobody stays there as usual.
But as she steps in her cabin, she finds her friend waiting for her.
"11YN?", her friend hugs her tightly.
"I don't know what happened to me last night, 20YN. But I'm fine", she reassures her friend not to worry.
Needless to say, she is a close friend of hers. Staying in the same residence. But on a different floor.
20YN shows concerns as she doesn't want her to end up in the Q facility.
"Why Q facility? You know we're so medically fit, right?", she assures her friend.
"Right", she concurs as she stands by her briefly and leaves the cabin.
11YN, head of the monitoring department, takes her desk. Logs into her system. And does the same task as usual - monitoring the data.
But after some time, the flashes of her previous day haunts her mind.
"What was that thing I saw yesterday?"
"What made me do that?"
"Was that real?"
"Why am I feeling so different today?"
Something is cooking in 11YN's mind.
"I'll figure that out, anyhow", she says to herself.
All of sudden, she gets a call from her leader, 5YN. She addresses her leader in a timid voice.
But surprisingly, 5YN sounds compelled to see her.
"Never before was she so eager to meet me. It's all happening today".
--Scene 2--
As she advances towards 5YN's office, she tries to make up her mind. Completely unaware of her reaction to today's odd developments.
"Should I ask her about what I saw yesterday? No no no... I don't think it's a good idea".
So much conflicted in her thoughts that she almost forgets where she is heading towards.
She walked past her leader's office but didn't realize she's in the restricted zone.
"Oh no.. I shouldn't be here", she leaves the place immediately remembering what she saw here yesterday.
While not being in her senses, she doesn't find her leader in the office either.
It's been 10 minutes. Yet there is no clue of 5YN. So she waits. And waits some more.
And then there is someone at the glass door. Standing with the trolley.
A non-Evelian, as they are called. They don't belong to Eveland.
They can't stare Evelians in the eyes.
Always roam in a veiled suit. Covering their head to toe.
They don't talk much either. They simply follow the orders and work.
Not the work Evelians do. But drudgery and physically demanding.
No one has ever seen them how they look from within but the leaders. Only the selected ones to be precise.
But this time, 11YN gets a closer look. Still veiled. But better than earlier.
As the glass door opens up, a heavy and muscular body with a loaded trolley waddles into the room.
As the person stands still, like a robot, she carefully observes the characteristics of this species.
Doesn't look like an Evelian in any way.
No curves. No long hair. No pair of lumps on the chest.
While she is gazing upon him, the strong bare hands catches her attention. Stiff and a bit hairy like the beasts. Holding firmly to the trolley handles.
"Why do they look so familiar?", she wonders as those flashes return to her.
The curiosity was overpowering her mind.
She even knows about their voices. Courser and heavier. Nowhere near to the buttery smooth vocals of Evelians. But they keep it low and limited.
So she gulps and moves closer to the person. But doesn't see any reaction.
"Okay, why not ask something?", she thinks as she tries to gather courage to talk to a non-Evelian for the first time. And then speaks up.
"Umm what's your name?"
No movement, no answers.
"Do you work in this block orrr..."
Still no response.
She goes on asking questions after questions. And then something comes to her mind. Something that she saw yesterday in that restricted room.
"Do you know anything about males and females? Are they different species? I see one of them look like us but I don't know abou...", she asks in a whispered tone.
But then stops immediately as she notices a subtle head movement.
There's the reaction.
The firm hands on the trolley handle slips through the grips. As if the words triggered this non-Evelian.