Fantasy The People Makers

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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.
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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."

"Hey, Sansa!" "Hi!" "Hello, dear!"

Susan Shinn gave a warm smile and patted the table. "Sit by me!"

"All right," said Sansa. She sat down between Susan and Jessica Fromm.

"Where you from, Sansa?"

"Originally Berkeley. But I worked in the Inquisitor's office in Sacramento," she said.

"The Inquisitors!" Sansa's eyes grew wide. "Were you interning?"

"No! I was in training to become a full fledged Inquisitor," said Sansa, sounding annoyed. "I couldn't help but notice you're all white."

"I couldn't help but notice that you're white too," said Susan. Everyone laughed.

"These Federationistas, did they take any care to select a racially diverse group?"

"Well, let me see, there's Shinequa, Marisol-"

"Assada! Don't forget Assada!" said Emma Bently.

"Of course, Assada. You and her will get along great, I can tell," said Susan.

"What kind of men do you have here?"

"All kinds of men," said Susan. "Men with penises. Aroused men. Men who will say anything to fuck us. Men who wouldn't know where to put their dick even if the directions were written on their-"

"Any high class men?" said Sansa. "Men with a sense of social justice, diversity, community?"

"Hmmm, that's a tough one," said Susan, pretending to think as she scratched an imaginary beard. "You know, I think everyone here agrees that the man with the most highly developed social consciousness has to be Craig Cobin."

"Yes, it's Craig!" said Shelly Rendler.

"Definitely Craig," Laura Giancomo agreed.

"You see? And those two never agree on anything," said Susan.

"Where can I find this Craig?"

"At the men's table," she pointed. "The tall guy with the curly hair and the big nose. You can't miss him."

"Thank you," said Sansa, getting up. "You've been of help to an Inquisitor."

"An almost Inquisitor," said Marion Kelly.

They tried not to snicker until Sansa had walked ten paces from the table.

All conversation stopped at the Men's Table as Sansa Slark approached. They recognized her as someone new.

"Why hello there," said Gavin Ansom with a winning smile. He liked what he saw. Sansa was young, had a nice face, and had big, perky breasts.

"Hello," said Sansa. "I'm looking for someone named Craig Cobin."

"You found him, Sugar," Craig grinned.

"Sugar?" said Sansa, her toes curling.

"You're new, aren't you?"

"Yes."

"What's your name?"

"Sansa. Sansa Slark."

"The girls, were they talking about me?" Craig asked, with an irritating grin.

Sansa nodded.

"They always do," said Craig. "I've made quite an impression on so many of them."

"So many of them?" Sansa frowned.

"You could be next. Are you any good in bed?"

"What?" said Sansa.

"Bed. The thing you lie in. Never mind, we'll soon find out." He casually got up and pulled on her hand authoritatively.

But Sansa pulled away. "Get your hand off me."

"What?" Craig looked confused. "Isn't that why you came to me?"

"Isn't what why I came to you?"

"For a fucking." He saw her look of disgust and misinterpreted it for confusion. In the background, the sounds of laughter could be heard from the Women's Table. "To pound your pussy. To fill your aching loins with my cockmeat. That is why you came to me, isn't it?"

"Get away from me!" Sansa cried. She turned and saw the girls laughing openly at her and realized what had been done to her.

Craig tried to figure her out. "You're confused. Maybe a little retarded."

"What?" She spun to face him again.

'That's all right, I don't discriminate," said Craig pleasantly. "I fuck retarded girls. Who knows? It may even make you smarter." He reached for her again.

She pulled away. "Get away from me! Don't come near me!" The laughter from the women was even louder now. Susan Shinn was slapping her hand on the table, cackling hysterically.

"All right babe. In your own time," said Craig cooly. "In the meantime, you know where to find it." He cupped his groin, even as Laura Giancomo fell off her chair in hysterics.

"I'm so sorry about yesterday," said Gavin Ansom, putting his hand over hers.

They were having breakfast in Bermuda. He felt all eyes on them.

"It wasn't your fault," said Sansa.

"The girls... the girls can be cruel," said Gavin. "This... this environment also brings out the worst in us."

"Not all of you, apparently," said Sansa. When Gavin had introduced himself, she had been impressed. To meet a former World Government Controller for the State of California! That was the kind of man who might be marriage material. She would have felt much differently, however, had she learned the truth, which is that Gavin had been a low level worker in the California administration and the only thing he was known for was headophilia. How he missed strapping on his helmet with a partner, willing or not, and getting that mental buzz!

Gavin tried to impress the Social Justice Warrior Trainee with his past progressive initiatives. He told her how he had held White Lives Don't Matter Rallies all over the state. He told her how school children were given a thorough sex education starting at the age of five, taught to become assophiles and not to feel sexchangeophobia at the thought of cutting off their genitals if they "wanted to be different". He talked about how his administration fought Laquintaphobia, and Lesbianophobia, and Payingtaxesophobia, and every kind of phobia and ism that one could think of.

He could see Sansa was eating it up. But then he stumbled when he was asked if he employed a lot of women in his administration. "Women? Of course. 75% of the staff in Sacramento was female."

"Sacramento?" Sansa drew back. "Didn't the World Government have its seat in San Francisco?"

"Yes, of course, San Francisco. But of course, the World Government had offices all over the state," said Gavin, smiling benignly.

"Tell me, who was your immediate superior in the World Government?"

"My immediate superior?" Gavin paused. He plucked a name out of thin air. "I think it was Patricia Hockstein."

"She was the WG supervisor for the Pacific Region?"

"Yes, exactly."

"But I thought the California Controller reported directly to the West Coast Supervisor." As part of her Inquisitor training, she had learned extensively about the hierarchy of the World Government.

"The West Coast Supervisor, of course," said Gavin.

"How could you not know that?" Sansa said.

"Listen, it's been a long time. 500 years. And part of my memory was wiped."

"Well, then here's a much simpler question you should be able to answer," said Sansa. "What is General Order Number One for World Government Controllers?"

Gavin paused, licking his lips.

"You don't know, do you? It's the loyalty pledge, to devote yourself to absolute equality in all things," said Sansa. She stood up abruptly. "Who are you?"

"I told you-"

"I know what you told me. Who are you?"

"Listen, Sansa, I was just-"

"I know what you were just doing," she said abruptly. "And if we were on Earth and I finished my Inquisitor training, I'd have you arrested for impersonating a World Government official. Do you know what the standard penalty is for that? A reeducation camp in Pakistan!"

"Sansa, no-" he reached for her.

She slapped his hand away. "Get away from me, you disgust me."

Two days later Sansa was in Ardis McDuff's quarters cruising on his 2000 foot long megayacht. The cool, brisk sea air stimulated Sansa's senses as he leaned over the railing staring at the ocean.

"I heard about what happened with you and Gavin. I'm sorry about that," he said.

"There are some people here who are not what they say they are," said Sansa.

"Don't I know that," said Ardis.

"You claim to be a billionaire."

"There's no claiming, I was a billionaire. Look at my ship." He spread his arms.

"I see a ship. But all that means is that you have a good imagination," said Sansa.

Ardis told her about his lavish empire. About his mansion in Bel Aire, his estate in Bermuda, his home on the waterfront of Amalfi, his apartment on the 200th floor of the Welfare Tower in midtown Manhattan with a stunning view of Stenchful Park. He told her about all his yachts, his racing horses, his fondness for antique hovercars.

All of it was the product of Ardis's imagination, of course. He had been a millionaire but not a billionaire. He had gotten rich, to a degree, posing as an arm of the World Government and sending people notices accusing them of unspecified racism, sexism, assophobia, sexchangeophobia, Laquintaphobia or other phobias or isms and threatening prosecution unless they paid a fine. Most choose to pay, making him a reasonably rich man, though not rich enough to have all the homes and boats he claimed.

Knowing Sansa's passion as a Social Justice Warrior trainee, he told her of the beneficial works of his foundation. How he funded African ventures to build the first 100% African spaceship. How he gave money to promote Assophilia among followers of Laquinta, the God of Blood for whom having sex in the ass was punishable by being tossed off of tall buildings or being crushed with rocks (the victim was sometimes given a choice). How he funded sex change operations for thousands of young boys and girls who either could not afford them or whose parents disapproved. How he gave money to promote Lesbian Owned Businesses as well as Businesses Owned By Women With Large Clitorises. How he funded the creation of windmills and stationary bicycles to provide clean, alternative sources of energy.​