Dolemite wrote:
] ] In the stairway, I said, "You couldn't just watch a porn
] ] channel?"
] ]
] ] "It's not the same," she said. "That's all packaged and
] ] commercial. I wanted to interview them before and after.
] ] I have to know -- what it's like."
] ]
] ] "Why?"
] ]
] ] She paused on the stairs, and I stopped too. The
] ] muscleboys, muttering, went out onto the street, and we
] ] were alone in the flashing green and red light.
] ]
] ] "Suze, I'm going to start the clock."
] ]
] ] Like she'd poured a bucket of ice water down my spine.
] ] "You're what?"
] ]
] ] "I'm going to take the treatments." She spoke quickly, as
] ] if afraid I'd interrupt her. "They've gotten much better
] ] in the past couple of years, there are basically no side
] ] effects. They're even making headway with infants. In
] ] five years, it looks like most babies won't have any
] ] arrestation effects at all, and -- "
] ]
] ] Tears had sprung to my eyes. "What are you talking
] ] about?" I cried. "Why are you talking like them? Why are
] ] you talking like being like us is something to be cured?"
] ] I punched the wall, which hurt my hand. I sat down on the
] ] step and cried.
] ]
] ] "Suze," Abby said. She sat down next to me and put her
] ] hand on my shoulder. "I love being like us -- but I want
] ] --"
] ]
] ] "That?" I shouted, pointing up to the top of the stairs,
] ] where they were grunting again. "That's what you want?
] ] You'd rather have that than us?"
] ]
] ] "I want everything, Suze. I want every stage of life --"
] ]
] ] "Oh, every stupid stage, as designed by stupid God, who
] ] also gave us death and cancer, and --"
] ]
] ] She grabbed my shoulders. "Suze, listen. I want to know
] ] what that up there is like. Maybe I won't like it, and
] ] then I won't do it. But Suze, I want to have babies."
]
]
] A neat new short story of Sci-Fi released under the Creative
] Commons license.

Creative Commons? A jew who doesn't care about the money? Has hell frozen over?