Fantasy The People Makers

"For us that is a relatively short term," said J. "Unfortunately, the results were lacking, and we were about to terminate the Experiment until you arrived. Your pairing with the one called Special Negotiator Tessa Hetford showed remarkable potential, nearly the highest score we have ever seen. Unfortunately, replication proved that while the two of you were almost ideal candidates, you were not ideal enough."

"And so you killed Tessa." Anger and raw emotion spilled over into Taylor's voice.

"That candidate, while promising, was also eventually deemed fatally flawed. Her presence was also preventing you from participating with the other ideal female who we judged would make an ideal candidate."

"The other ideal female?" said Taylor.

"They mean me," said Sophie, speaking suddenly. "You mean me, don't you?"

"Yes," said J. "The Test Subject Sophie Astor might not be an intuitive match for you, Captain Taylor, as her skills more duplicate rather than complement your own, with a few exceptions, but we have come to believe that perhaps our original methodology was flawed and that joint conception between the two of you would be highly successful."

"Then why not just do it," said Taylor. "You could make us do it, right?"

"Of course," said J.

A ball of light came out of the giant tube and floated over to Sophie.

"Sophie!" Taylor cried, as a ball of light entered her body. Sophie stiffened. "Sophie, are you all right?"

Sophie nodded. She walked slowly over to Taylor. She looked at him with loving eyes. Then she kissed him for a long moment.

Then she pulled back and slapped him.

WACK!

Taylor rubbed his sore cheek as Sophie walked over to Haggis. She leaned forward and kissed him for a long moment. Then she slapped him as well.

WACK!

And then Marla's eyes widened as Sophie went over to her. She stood there stunned as Sophie kissed her warmly. And then Sophie drew back her hand-

-and Marla caught it with her own. "All right, I think we understand your point," said Marla.

The yellow ball of light floated out of Sophie's head back into the giant tube of energy beings. Sophie teetered unsteadily for a moment before recovering on her own.

"Sophie, are you all right?" Taylor asked.

She nodded. "I, I could see everything my body was doing. I just couldn't interfere."

"That's the life you have planned for our descendants?" Taylor asked.

"They would come to enjoy it," said J.

"I'm sure," said Taylor dryly.

"As you can see we can compel compliance. Even compliance is not necessary as we have access to your DNA files."

"So what is stopping you?"

"We have a belief that compatibility is not measured by pure genetics alone. We must see emotional attraction between mates to see that this particular species is compatible. In other words, you must choose to mate with her, and she with you. If you don't, it may indicate dissension among your descendants and is a negative harbinger."

"So you feel you need for us to cooperate," said Taylor.

"Yes," said J. "You and Sophie Astor are the last subjects we are interested in seeing pairing from. If you do not agree to pair, the Experiment will be ended."

"And what will happen to us?"

"The Experiment will be ended," said J with finality.

"And what if we do partner with each other?" Sophie asked.

"If you are successful, your lives will be spared. We give you our word," said J.

"If we are successful," Sophie repeated. What were the odds of that?

"We will give you one standard day to consider your options," said J.

"Well, we won't do it," Taylor declared. "Even if there's just a small chance of successfully creating a slave race for you, we won't do it. We will never-"

"-never make such a decision on short notice," said Sophie. "We will take your day and consider it."

"The male is reluctant," said B.

"Perhaps the female can succeed in seducing the male," said G.

"It has been done before," said B.

"Very well," said J. "You have one standard day."

Sophie and Taylor were alone in their quarters. The first thing they did was sleep. They were exhausted. Then they went to Bermuda to get something to eat. No one else seemed to be aware of what was happening, though Haggis and Marla gave them knowing looks from another table. They didn't come over to talk to them, however. They respected that the decision would be their own.

Sophie watched Marla kiss haggis. "This could be their last night together. I'll bet they make the most of it."

"We... we probably should too," said Taylor.

She squeezed his hand. "On that we agree."

Sophie took a deep, excited breath. She was standing totally nude in front of Taylor. This is how they were meant to be, man and woman, totally naked with each other. If only they had more time!

She looked at Taylor expectantly. She saw him looking at her body. Her breasts were pointed shamefully downward, her nuclear power packs drained of energy.

"I look like a bit of a mess, don't I?" She gave a nervous laugh.

"I've never seen you look prettier," said Taylor.

Sophie gasped as he kissed her strongly. As he pressed his body against hers, she hugged him tightly. She loved the feeling of his manly chest, his strong body against hers. His penis was already erect and hard and sandwiched between them. He wanted her!

Taylor lay her down on the bed with a curiously thoughtful and intense expression on his face. "You're so beautiful," he said, kissing and touching her all over. He even fondled her sagging breasts, touching and kissing them reverently even though they looked and felt like overripe eggplants.

And then Taylor took his penis and started to toy with it, to trace the outlines of her labial lips. Sophie gasped as the head of his penis moved up and down, up and down. The expression of pure lust on Taylor's face as he toyed with her was incredible. He wanted her so badly and Sophie him. She looked at his enormous erection. She wanted nothing more than to feel him inside her, for them to be joined together as man and woman were meant to be.

"Put it in me, Michael," she whispered. "I want to feel you inside me!" She looked at him with intense need.

Taylor nodded and aimed his enormous shaft. Sophie gripped his hand and he smiled at her.

It was finally time!

And then Captain Michael Taylor eased himself inside his first officer Commander Sophie Astor.

Sophie's eyes widened as she was slowly filled full of cock. He was inside of her!

"How does it feel?" he asked, moving slowly.

"Glorious! Wonderful! I never want it to end!" she declared, in an eager, most un-Sophielike voice.

And then they made love.

"I love you Michael!" Sophie cried.

"I love you too Sophie!" he said, with equal intensity.

"Oh how I love you!" Sophie repeated. She couldn't help herself. She loved him so much she felt compelled to keep saying it! Sophie arched her back as Taylor's penis moved like a blur between her cuntlips. Sophie's vagina and clitoris felt intensely stimulated.

Sophie looked down and saw his long, hard manly sex organ moving in and out of her. She looked Taylor in the eye. "Mate with me!"

He shook his head.

She kissed him passionately. "Breed with me!" she cried

Taylor panted heavily. He wanted her so much! But he shook his head again.

She kissed him again, more deeply this time. Taylor felt the sensation of her tongue swirling in his mouth, her hands moving up and down his back, his penis moving and out of her.

They were one.

She pulled back. "Breed with me!" she cried.

"Sophie, it's wrong to create a slave race!" Taylor cried.

"I don't care!" she cried. "Let us create an entire race of slaves, as long as it gives us an extra month." She kissed him passionately. "An extra week." She kissed him again. "An extra day." She kissed him extra strongly. "I would trade the entire galaxy for an extra day with you!"

Taylor screaned the strength of her love and it infected him. He could feel the sexual energy flowing into his body.

"Ooooh, oh Sophie!" he cried. "I can feel a massive orgasm coming! A big one!"

"Mate with me, Taylor!" she cried.

"Oh Sophie!"'

"Breed with me!" she cried, as his penis moved in and out of her tight wet cunt.

"Oooooh, oh Sophie!"

"Become one with me!" She begged him, her eyes filled with need.

Suddenly, Taylor wanted it more than anything. "Yes!" Taylor roared. "I will become one with you!" And with that declaration his penis exploded inside of her. Enormous gobs of sperm whipped out of the head of his penis into her cunt. Taylor had never felt such a strong ejaculation before. It was so strong he almost felt like he was urinating inside of her.

Sophie cried out wondrously as her body gave her her own rewards. She cried out his name as her eyes rolled inside her head and she felt the feeling of being wonderfully inseminated. As she drifted off to sleep, she remembered a voice saying, "...and the female shall seduce the male...."

"Yes. I agree to partner with him." It was the next morning, and Sophie Astor sat in Graylor's office with Taylor. In the background stood Shelly Rendler and Hamburger and French Fries.

"And you, Captain Taylor. Do you agree to mate with Sophie Astor?"

It felt like a marriage ceremony. Taylor turned to Sophie. He hated what they were about to do, all of it. But he also loved her so much. He had looked into those gorgeous hazel eyes the night before, and realized he could deny her nothing. "Yes, I do."

She took his hand and smiled.

Graylor made a pretense of studying their gene plates. "Do you desire any gene modifications? To suppress or enhance any of either of your gene traits?"

Taylor glanced at Sophie. They hadn't discussed this at all.

"No," said Sophie firmly. "We want our genes to be used exactly the way they are, don't we?"

Taylor reluctantly nodded.

Graylor considered for a moment. "Very well. Let the matching begin."

The holographic screens started to come alive with pictures and data.

"They say the results come quickly," said Sophie. "I wonder what our score will be."

"The passing score is 800," said Taylor. "If we do well, maybe we'll get 700."

Sophie gave him a hurt look. "You and Tessa got a 750! We should at least get higher than that!" She snuggled against them. "If our score is high enough, maybe they'll let us try again." It felt good feeling her leaning against him.

To try again to create a slave race. It was too horrible to contemplate, but as long as he had Sophie with him, he no longer cared.

And then the screens froze and stopped moving. The data streams stopped replicating.

"Is it done?" Sophie asked excitedly.

Graylor nodded slowly.

"What is it? What is our score."

Graylor checked a data stream. "950."

"950?" said Sophie. "I thought the high score was 800?"

"800 is a passing score," said Graylor. "The highest possible score is 1000. Your score was almost perfect. I have never seen anything like this."

"Are you sure?" said Sophie.

"I have checked the results twice." Graylor indicated the holodisplays. "Your descendants scored an E5 for Technology, the highest possible score. It means over a thousand years they have mastered steel, fossil fuels, nuclear, anti-matter and even bioengineering."

"Your descendants have an E5 for Art, also the highest score. They produce some of the most insightful and creative Art, true depictions of the nature of existence."

"They also received a top E5 rating for Standard of Living. Not only is food and shelter provided for, but all material needs are met. They have mastered physical pattern replication and even lifespan extension and near-perfect health."

"Your descendants got an E5 rating for Population. They were indeed fruitful and multiplied."

Sophie smiled and winked at Taylor as she squeezed his hand tighter.

"They also got a perfect score for Emotionality and Self-Awareness, an E5 rating."

"Due to my Passive Observer skills, no doubt," said Sophie, looking incredibly pleased. "And let's not forget your screaning abilities!"

"Yes, let's not forget those," said Taylor, and his smile was so cute that she actually kissed him!

Graylor continued. "The only subpar score was in Communitarianism, an E4 rating. There is acceptance of centralized decision making, but the cohesion and obedience to authority is not quite ideal."

"How very sad," said Taylor. "Do you want to throw out the results and try again?"

"Not at all!" said Graylor, showing them his forked tongue. "Normally, in a situation such as this, we would replicate the experiment, to make sure the results are valid. But...."

"But what?"

"We have a near-perfect race of descendants. They already exist in the future. We would be fools to throw that away, even if it were a statistical fluke," said Graylor.

"So what happens now?"

"I must consult with the others," said Graylor. "Return to your living areas."

Shelly Rendler rushed up and hugged first Taylor and then Sophie. "You did it! Incredible! You saved the human race!"

"I'm so very flattered," said Taylor dryly.

"And I helped make it happen!" said Shelly. "I was First One! I guided these events, and helped made them happen!"

"Of course you did," said Taylor.

"Oh, I have to tell everyone!" she rushed out of the room.

"Wait!" Taylor cried.

"Never mind," said Sophie. "It's inevitable." She looked around, but Graylor had suddenly vanished. So had Hamburger and French Fries.

They were mobbed by crowds in Bermuda.

"You did it? You really did it?" said Susan Shinn. "You won? You really won!"

Sophie nodded.

"Nobody ever wins!" Susan cried.

"We did," said Sophie smugly.

Susan cried out and kissed her on the lips, and then she kissed Taylor. "Congratulations! I'm so happy for both of you!"

"Thank you!" said Sophie, showing a rare smile. She was so happy she didn't even mind when Susan kissed Taylor.

"Congratulations!" Laura Giancomo cried. Then it was her turn to kiss them both. Taylor felt her heavy breasts pressed against him. "We should celebrate," she said in a sultry voice.

"We already did," said Sophie sourly, pulling him away possessively.

The girls mobbed and congratulated them with hugs and kissed.

Then it was the mens' turn.

Roland Miller shook Taylor's hand. "Congratulations!"

"You did it!" said Abner Dune.

"Why is everyone so happy? Is Rustabunny coming?" Benny Johnson asked.

"Yes, Benny. Rustabunny is coming for us all," said Roland.

"Oh joy!" said Benny. And the big man started to skip and hop around the room.

"Good job," said Ardis McDuff.

"The best man won," said Gavin Ansom, giving Taylor a wink.

Craig Cobin, still sporting a bloody lip, extended his hand. "Good work. No hard feelings, all right?"

Taylor, with one arm around Sophie, looked at Craig, his extended hand, then back to Craig again. He remembered the sight of Craig pumping in and out of his pregnant girlfriend's vagina, his hard red penis-

"Go away."

"What?"

"Go away," said Taylor firmly.

"Don't push your luck," Sophie advised, steering Taylor past him. "He didn't hit you again. You should be grateful."

"Ajuba be praised!" they heard the amplified voice of Hommed from the lounge stage. Balloons and colorful ribbons appeared out of nowhere, floating down from above, and festive music played.

"Ajuba has delivered us! Thank you, Ajuba!" he cried.

"Praise be Ajuba!" others shouted.

Shelly Rendler took the stage. "Thank you, Hommed. Thank you for all you do."

"Is it true, Shelly? Did they really pass the test?" Jessica Fromm asked.

"They did indeed. They got a score of 950, my friends."

"950!" Murmurs of amazement went through the audience. Sophie felt all eyes on her and Taylor. She felt the admiration, the, love, the respect, the jealousy, as each woman wondered, why couldn't it have been me?

"We're the ultimate breeding pair, you and I," said Sophie smugly. She had never been happier.

Taylor took her in his arms. "I guess we are."

He stared into her eyes. She's so beautiful. He realized he never wanted to let her go.

As he kissed her, everyone cheered.

"What happens now?" That question was on everyone's mind. But no one had any answers. They looked for Hamburger, but Hamburger was not to be found. Usually if they called his name he appeared instantly. But despite chants of "Hamburger! Hamburger! Hamburger!" all over Oregon, Bermuda, and Algeria, their white gloved friend did not appear.

Neither did French Fries. Nor could Graylor be found.

For two days they were all alone.

That night in bed Sophie said, "Perhaps they will keep their promise and let us go free."

"Or maybe they just left us here, in case they think they still need us," said Taylor.

Sophie snuggled against him. "I don't care."

"You don't?"

"No." She kissed his nose. "As long as we're together."

On the morning of the third day they were having breakfast in Algeria when there was a commotion at the entrance to the Lounge.

"I wonder what's going on?" said Sophie, as Taylor buttered his toast with his space knife.

And then Sophie's jaw dropped open as she saw who entered the Lounge.

Space Marines.

Survey Service Space Marines.

There were at least a half dozen of them, armed with high powered compression rifles.

And in the middle of their procession was a Survey Service Captain in her full dress glory. She had the tight white button down uniform, which was filled out quite nicely with two ripe melons. She wore the tight white pants which showed off her slender legs. She had the silver boots. The silver cape. The high white collar. The Officer's High Velocity Compression Pistol strapped to her side. She had a thick mane of red hair, and a beautiful face which was quite familiar to Taylor.

Very familiar.

It's happening again, Taylor thought. It's happening exactly like the last time.

"The Survey Service! It's the Survey Service! We're saved!" Someone shouted.

Survey Service Captain Andrea Farber and her men were mobbed by well-wishers, all with white hair, all wearing tight white jumpsuits. She didn't know quite what to make of them. And they, in turn, didn't know quite what to make of her.

"Where did you come from?" Shelly Rendler asked.

"Earth," said Andrea.

"You took 500 years to get here?"

"No," said Andrea. "A few weeks."

"A few weeks to travel to another galaxy?" said Laura Giancomo. "But the Earth was destroyed."

"No it wasn't," said Andrea.

"The Earth is not destroyed?" said Gavin Ansom.

"Not the last time I checked," said Andrea, giving him an odd look.

"We're not in another galaxy?" said Jessica Whiskey.

"No."

"And it's not 500 years in the future?" said Marion Kelly.

"No!" said Andrea, looking more and more annoyed. "What's been going on here?" She scanned the crowd, as if looking for someone.

Craig Cobin stepped forward. "Hey there! You in charge?"

"Yes." She stood straight and squared her shoulders. "I am Captain Andrea Farber of the USS Relentless. And you are?"

"Craig. Craig Cobin." He gave a crooked grin as he walked around her. He liked what he saw. "You have a sexy vagina. Would you like to suck my dick?"

It took a few seconds for Andrea to process this. "What?"

"I said, would you like to suck my dick?"

"Sergeant," said Andrea coolly.

A space marine thrust his rifle butt into Craig's stomach. Craig collapsed to the ground with an "oooof!".

Andrea scanned the crowd, finding what she was looking for. "Ah," she said. She strode forward, her escorts following automatically, gripping their compression rifles tightly, scanning the crowd for trouble.

Andrea came to the table where Michael Taylor and Sophie Astor sat.

"Michael!" She gave a warm smile. "It's good to see you!"

"Andrea," said Michael. "You're a sight for sore eyes."

"You are too, Michael." Her smile only grew wider.

"I'm here too," said Sophie, waving her hand.

"Of course. Sophie, how are you?" said Andrea.

"Fine, Andrea, thank you for noticing me," said Sophie. "If you ever retired from the Service, you would make an exemplary Passive Observer."

"Still the same Sophie!" Andrea grinned. "Except... your hair is white. All your hair are white." She paused. "Michael, where's Special Negotiator Tessa Hetford? She was with you, wasn't she?"

Taylor wet his lips and looked pained. "Tessa... didn't make it."

"I'm so sorry," she said. Andrea looked around with a frustrated look on her face. "Michael... what's going on here?"

"It's complicated," said Taylor. "We were kidnapped by an alien race with advanced technology. How did you finally find us?"

Andrea's eyes narrowed as she twirled her cape. "We're the Survey Service. We don't leave people behind."​