- say MOM, inquired the tinny voice. How do you make a baby? .
Embarrassed, Emma Call turned suddenly from his holographic novel to watch the end of cabbage. A small hooked nose on a face beaming, punctuated by big innocent and curious eyes. Stella, her daughter, celebrating everything just its eight spring.
- MOM, grew impatient with fun Stella. How do you make a baby?
Emma still hesitated a moment then sighed. What else if not the truth?
- well, began. We can't make it, my Angel. Today, there are galleries neutroides.
The little bit of woman go wide his big green eyes:
- what is the neutroides galleries?
- well... This is where they make babies... with much love.
While browsing the shelves of the neutroides galleries, Emma remembered that he was a day given his grandmother, shortly before his death. On the life of before the big shift, time of men and women. It was a time that neither she nor her mother had known and who had always intrigued him. How...
- so is where you make a baby, MOM? Interrupted her Stella, who was playing alongside him.
- Yes, my Angel. This is it.
- how are we doing? chirped.
- well... You see all these boxes colored on the shelves?
Stella laid a careful look around her before nodded seriously.
- - what is it, MOM?
- these are blocks of genetic...
- what a generic quarachere say?
- a genetic trait, sweetie. It is for instance blue eyes, for a little girl. Thick bones, a flared nose or long legs. Or also, good health, a heart and strong muscles. It is all that, and much more.
All advancing with a stall at its height, the little girl took a colorful boxes, puzzled:
- and this one, began, pensive. What's that?
Emma approached her child to read the inscription on the box:
- it's a face with features thin and sunburned.
Stella nodded thoughtfully to herself:
- then in these boxes, there are lots of pieces to make babies, isn't it?
- Yes, my Angel. That's about it. You choose all of the blocks of genetic characters you want. And then we spend cash.
- UM... saves the child. Then there is cost to make babies?
- of course, honey.
A wrinkle of perplexity painted on the front of the little girl.
- but... began...
- Yes, my Angel?
- well, uh. If it's chunks of baby you can buy, which is putting them together to make a whole baby?
Emma smiled. She was so proud of the intelligence of his daughter, his insight.
- well, after cash, desired genetic options are assigned to the engineers of the neutroides galleries, who use them to incubate the baby. And, nine months later, the baby is delivered by cryogenic truck, recommended.
- say, long nine months?
- Yes, dear. But nature needs to keep up, you know.
Stella frowned again, facing an inner contradiction.
- there is, my Angel? Emma asked.
- is.... you think it's weird that we buy babies in a supermarket, you?
- so, Stella. I find it weird. But you know, it's not always been like that.
- Ah yes? And how was it that we were buying the babies before?
A bit confusing, Emma smiled with mischief to her daughter.
- we did not purchase the babies before the big mutation. A man and a woman were making love, and the woman built the child in her womb. It didn't need galleries neutroides, in these times there.
- what is a man?
- well, before the big mutation, humans were separated in both sexes, women and men. The men were bigger and stronger than women, physically, their backbone was heavier. And then, after the big mutation, the sexes disappeared. And men, too.
- why MOM?
- well, it's complicated. There was a disease that men and women sometimes caught when they made love. AIDS, it was called. It was a virus that we didn't care because he was changing too fast for us to find a drug. And then one day, there was the big mutation. A particularly virulent strain of the virus become transmissible by air, like a flu. It was not deadly, as the original virus. But the contagion was universal, she. And soon, it was realised that the virus had altered the genetics of the human species. From the big mutation, human babies were born asexual, with a feminine appearance. The male gender was gone. They called these asexual babies: children of the big mutation. And from this time, humanity had to learn to go shopping on the neutroides galleries to buy children. Like you my dear. Little angels.
Pretend satisfied with explanations of his mother, Stella went to frolic in the rays, surpassing that which is bought, eight years earlier. Slightly indented, Emma felt invaded by a wave of despair. In his lower abdomen, she felt again that feeling damp and exciting desire. A desire that all children of the big mutation were experiencing from time to time, and that they could never satisfy.
Her grandmother told her about men, hot and hard sex. And the women in front, and what happened when a man and a woman mingled. When they made love. Throughout his life, Emma had wondered how it would be to make love. To enjoy a man who desire you se. All his life, this question would remain unanswered, she knew. His grandmother him had whispered her ear, on his deathbed:
The angels do not love.
Philippe Jouy a.k.a Seth Messenger, finished at Saint-Leu-la-Forêt on Saturday, July 10, 1999.
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