This choice: "I'll keep busy, I'll make myself irreplaceable AS AN ENGINEER." you answer. • Go Back...Chapter #4"I'll make my living as an Engineer!" by: Mr. George   "I'll keep busy, I'll make myself irreplaceable AS AN ENGINEER." you answer.
"Rape cannot be legal here." You bark, "I can earn my way as an Engineer." you enunciate each syllable carefully. "I'm not a whore, and won't sell myself as one."
The doctor rests a hand on your shoulder, the essence of calm.
"Rape is not legal." she assures you, "And if you choose to avoid sex, that too is your choice."
She smiles as she weighs up a random thought.
"Given the current circumstances, naturally rape has a particular penalty." Her smirk filling in the gaps, the irony clear to you.
A curt nod, and a crueller smile are your natural responses.
"It is a punishment for many severe offences, and some come with certain genetic consequences."
Absently, her other hand returns to her belly, a distant look on her face.
"You were an engineer, and you have kept all your knowledge, and personality." Doctor Haslem assures you, her tone still the same maddening gentle tones, soothing away your anger, as insignificant.
Nodding your acknowledgement, you see her smile. Feeling a modicum of control over your future, you smile back at her.
"I should tell you a little about genetic encoding."
"You are a breeder."
"Engineer." you snap back instantly, impatiently.
Taking a deep breath, she releases it as a slow sigh. The silence draws on.
"As a breeder..."
You bite back your reply swallowing your anger.
"You are blessed with higher fertility, and more powerful drives. Your body wired to receive greater than normal pleasure from sex."
Her eyebrow quirks up, as you recall she too was male, Her experience of sex, surely as alien, and as familiar as yours. Clearly, she enjoyed getting pregnant herself... Well, the sex anyway.
"Should you take precautions, you will enjoy it."
"Should you not, you will get pregnant."
"You will want to."
She emphasises each sentence daring you to interrupt her.
"I won't." you say as firmly as you can. Her words sending a chill down your spine.
"You will want to... even if you don't want to." she answers just as firmly.
"Oh, and if the punishment of crime pleases you."
Again the curt nod of your head, a crime you hadn't thought of affecting you before suddenly rising up your priorities to the top.
"For certain offences, women can face implantation."
"B..But... that's rape." you burble.
Her expression tells you, that perhaps that's a debate, "In certain cultures, they have a Death Penalty."   indicates the next chapter needs to be written. |
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