Safety First

“Have a safe day!” gushed Ms. Hogswattle, a 3rd-grade teacher at The Sanctuary elementary school in Assurance, Vermont.

The children smiled and waved goodbye. A male security officer led the boys to their buses and a female security officer led the girls to their buses. The children waited in their assigned area under the multi-faceted security camera that kept each and every one of the children perfectly safe by maintaining 24/7 close up video of every person on the school grounds.

The girls' bus 102 pulled up and all of the girls assigned to it lined up to get on. As they entered each child put her right index finger onto the fingerprint scanner and looked straight ahead to the cornea scanner that was mounted behind the bus driver. Mrs. Agnes Magillicuty, the adult monitor for bus 102 waited patiently as the girls found their assigned seats. When the sound of automatic seat belt fasteners ceased, Mrs. Magillicuty looked back and asked,
“Is everybody safely secured in their seats?”

Mrs. Magillicuty was a bit past her prime and had been asking this unnecessarily for the past 20 years or so. The autonomous transport vehicle’s computer made all of the decisions regarding when and where to go. There were no drivers on America’s roads anymore as human drivers were just not safe. All vehicles traveling on America’s roadways were the property of the U.S. Transportation authority.

Historians traced the evolution of America’s “Live Safe and Secure or Die” back to the Women’s Movement’s Alcohol Prohibition of the early 20^th Century and the latter, “War on Drugs” and “Mothers Against Drunk Driving”.  The nation’s “Progressives” wanted to move the country away from superstitious belief and personal responsibility and they succeeded wildly. And their first big score of the 21^st Century was the repeal of the 2nd Amendment—making the “Right to Bear Arms” argument moot. It was now unconstitutional to bear arms of any sort—this included knives, hammers, screwdrivers, chainsaws, and axes—in fact, most metal tools—as well as banning the possession of sticks and stones. In this era, the people and the nation stood for nothing—with the exception of safety and security.

The United States of America was the first society on earth to achieve nearly perfect safety and security with the passage of Amendments 101, 102, and 103 to the U.S. Constitution. Perfect safety and security for the American people had now been enshrined in the founding document. The Pledge of Allegiance had been restated:

            I pledge allegiance to the Flag of the United States of America and to the State for which it stands, one nation, under surveillance, with security and safety for all.

There had been a technology once that many called the Web or the Internet. It had been used relentlessly to sway public opinion—and nothing swayed that opinion like disaster or tragedy.

“No family should have to go through the loss of a child this way” and “We must do such-and-such to protect the children” were common themes that eventually got away from the propagandists.

The Progressives, having seized control of the political system by eliminating their opposition, consolidated power in a system of One Party Rule. The Progressives had not counted on the “Protectionists." This 21^st Century political party had a far different set of agendas than the 20^th Century’s version of labor and union sympathizers. The Progressives, having stripped the people of their need to stand for anything and having disarmed the people as well, were easy prey for the Protectionists. As it turned out, the only thing that West Point and Annapolis had in common with Yale and Harvard was the annual football game. The alumni of the latter institutions had their high ideals and their Relativism while the alumni of the former had the weapons and the security apparatus of the State. It wasn’t even a coup so much as a fait accompli, and of course, there was no one left to notice the irony of the silence of the Progressives—especially since it was they who effectively abridged the freedom of speech and the right to bear arms.

And now we are perfectly Safe and Secure.

But I digress.

It was a broiling early September day and Mrs. Magillicuty daydreamed of going for a swim in a pool or at the beach, the way she did when she was a little girl. A terrible chill interrupted that daydream as the scene of a shark tearing a woman to pieces came to her mind. She hadn’t actually seen a shark attack; in fact, she had never seen a shark in her life—even at an aquarium back when they had aquariums. No, what she was remembering was a video produced by the Federal Department of Safety and Security, the DSS.
“Stay out of the water. Remember! Safety first!” said the voice accompanying the shark attack video.

To be accurate, the first things to go were the diving boards. Then the swimming pools themselves. Not long after swing sets were abolished, followed by the ubiquitous monkey bars and slides. Since there wasn’t much for children to play on at playgrounds anymore, and since playgrounds were well-known hangouts for sexual predators, the playgrounds were eliminated in the name of Safety!

            Baseball? Too dangerous. Safety first! And let’s not even talk about football and wrestling. Golf was banned because some poor soul had been struck by lightning while putting on the 18^th green with his family watching him from the clubhouse.

“No family should have to see their father killed like that.”

And that was the end of golf.

Mrs. Magillicuty arrived home to the small and tidy government housing unit she shared with her middle-aged daughter, son-in-law, and granddaughter. The unit was a small dome constructed of cement and steel. This was standard issue housing and all other forms of housing had been demolished as unsafe. The outside security cameras followed her movements until the inside security camera picked up her movements—at which point the outside camera went back to scouring the streets for movement.

This was a big night in the household. Her granddaughter was going to have her first sexual encounter tonight. Everybody was very excited.

Sexual relations were highly coordinated affairs in the United States of Safety and Security. In the past sex had proven just too dangerous, or so the Progressives claimed. The Progressives had run a highly successful propaganda campaign in the late 20^th and early 21^st centuries claiming that over 25% of women had been sexually assaulted before the age of 25. Of course, the Progressives had no data to support this absurd assertion. After conducting a survey of women themselves and finding the reported victim percentages to be unacceptable—the data set did not meet with their liking—they simply changed the definition of “sexual assault” from something the woman herself would define to something that they, the Progressives, would define—and those definitions were not terribly consistent with logic or reason.

For example, a heterosexual woman could not engage in sexual activity if she were under the influence of alcohol or narcotics as she could not legally give consent. But heterosexual men, homosexual men, and homosexual women, engaging in their preferred sexual relations, on the other hand, could give consent while under the influence. This seemed to make perfect sense to the Progressives. The Protectionists just never bothered to address these regulations. The Protector elite could do as they pleased and take whom they pleased, and these Progressive ideas regarding who could and could not give consent gave the SSC enforcement personnel something to do and someone to persecute. No one dared to stand up to them and their firepower. So, sexual relations still occurred under the arrangements first promulgated by the Feminist wing of the now-defunct Progressive party.

Each party to a sexual encounter had to register with the Safety and Security Commission, or “SSC,” as that agency was often referred to. Along with the registration form, each party would have to detail the sexual activity that they expected would and consented to take place—in exact detail. All such activities would take place under the proper lights and cameras approved for such activity by the SSC. Any deviation from this could result in the imprisonment or death of the offender by summary execution at the hands of the SSC forces. The sexual encounter was to be viewed in real time, via sexual security cameras, by a SSC officer and was also recorded for potential future examination for the safety and security of the participants.

This right of passage, her first sexual encounter, was on the evening schedule of Roberta Magillicuty, granddaughter of Agnes Magillicuty (while the Progressives were in power they reversed the tradition of patrilineal surnames with matrilineal surnames. After all, “Mama’s baby. Papa’s? Maybe.”). Roberta was quite close to her grandmother and so she sought out her advice on the sexual consent form.

“I had no idea that planning a sexual encounter could be so complicated,” said Roberta. “The form is 8 pages long and has at least 50 different consent items per page. Look at this! “Digital Penetration”?! What the heck is digital penetration??!!”

Agnes gave her granddaughter a kind smile and said, “I can’t believe my baby granddaughter is having her first safe and secure sexual experience tonight! Where did the time go?”
“I’m serious, Nana. I don’t know what half this stuff means,” said Roberta, handing the form to her grandmother.

In Agnes’ day they had the Internet and with it access to the entirety of human knowledge. The Progressives censured it until finally securing a Constitutional Amendment banning the Internet. It just wasn’t safe. Roberta would have to rely on her grandmother’s guidance.

“Well, 'digital' refers to your fingers or digits,” said Agnes, adjusting her reading glasses and looking down her nose at the form. “Penetration means the entering of your body through one of your orifices. Unless this is referring to his orifices.”

“Cheese and crackers,” exclaimed Roberta. “I was wondering what in creation they were talking about. Well, that explains it.”

“Explains what?”
“Well, look at the following disclosure and consent items regarding which digits, how many, and which orifices. How should I know?” Roberta paused, bit her lip, then looked up at Agnes with a bewildered look on her face and said, “What did you do?”

“Oh, honey…” said Agnes as she wrapped her arm around Roberta’s shoulder and led her to the dining room table to sit down, “when I was your age we didn’t have such forms. We went on dates with men and worked these things out for ourselves, but that was before we knew about all of the rape and violence that occurs when men and women are not supervised. Before the Protectionists kept us safe we had another group running the government. They wanted us to be safe, too. Some of them felt all sex was rape, that assertion was from a group called Feminists, who were dominated by Gay women. They didn’t hold men in high esteem. They claimed that over 25% of all women had been raped. Well, something had to be done. Today you are perfectly safe when having sex. Our safety and security have never been better.”

As Agnes said this she glanced nervously over at one of the SSC security cameras that every citizen had in every room of their homes for their safety and security.

“Were you ever raped?” asked Roberta.

“No,” replied Agnes.

“Were any of your friends ever raped?”

“Not that I know of,” replied Agnes.

“Have you ever met a woman who has been the victim of rape?”

Agnes thought for a moment. “Why honey, how would I know anyone who has been raped? We are all perfectly safe and secure!”

“But you are 75 years old, Gramma! You were 50 before safety and security became universal. You have met thousands upon thousands of women and yet you don’t know a single rape victim? In the world of your youth—where 25% of the women walking around were victims—isn’t it awfully suspicious to you that you never met a woman that was a victim?”

“Now honey, please don’t talk like that…” Agnes said soothingly, her eyes betraying her panic as she looked up to the security camera and then out the front window to the street and back again.

“Talk like what? The women of your generation concerned themselves with their “right to choose” to kill their unborn baby and to make absurd claims about being victims and now we live like this? With SSC officers watching us have sex? Where I can’t ride a bike or a skateboard or swim in a pool because no family should have to go through the pain of losing a child that fell off a bike or drowned in a fucking pool??!! And now I have to report to some thug or dyke that gets their jollies reading my "consent report" and watching me us have sex to be sure that my partner abides by this fucking report?”

Roberta was fairly shrieking now and directing her tirade at the security camera.

“We live in a world without swing sets and diving boards and horseback riding and Octoberfest. Why? Because your generation wanted to “protect the children”? From what? Life?!

“Do you even know your history??!! First, it was the “Prohibition of Alcohol,” then the “War on Drugs,” then “MADD - Mothers Against Drunk Drivers,” followed by Mad Mothers against everyfuckingthing!!! And finally “All Sex is Rape.” Look where you have brought us! Yea, we are fucking safe,” Roberta finished with deep disgust, “we are so safe that we have security cameras in our bathrooms and in our bedrooms. Well done. Well done.”

Roberta’s head exploded with such force that Agnes was knocked to the floor. As Agnes came to her senses she had the sense of being manhandled and dragged from her home. She could dimly see several SSC officers dragging the limp and lifeless body of her beautiful granddaughter ahead of her to an SSC vehicle. Agnes was able to register a voice speaking in a flat tone,
“Subject is down. An additional subject in transport to an educational facility”.

Agnes closed her eyes and muttered to herself, “One nation, under surveillance, with safety and security for all.”

Those That Breed, Succeed

“We’ve got a runner.”

The message was broadcast over Amazonia’s secure message system. The head of security for Amazonia, Gloria Ballcrusher, just shook her head. What is going on with our sisters? How can they do such a thing? After all of the advantages, they have that we didn’t.

The Hot Line rang. Gloria Ballcrusher answered before the end of the first ring.

“Ballcrusher,” she said, though she who that the person calling, Our Dear Mistress, knew that Ballcrusher would be the only woman answering this line.

“How is this possible, and why is this happening?” shrieked Dear Mistress.

Ballcrusher demurred, “I don’t know. I just received the message, Dearest Mistress.”

    “This cannot be happening! This is the third runner this month! Our sisters are betraying us! Do you know what could happen if this thing were to get loose in the general population?”

    Ballcrusher could sense the anger and rage Dear Mistress’s voice. This was a moment to survive.

    “Dearest Mistress, I will have this runner back in confinement immediately. All available resources are being deployed.”

    Ballcrusher knew this was an empty promise. A third runner in less than one month could only mean one thing—that these runners were being assisted by a Sister or Sisters. This was madness.

    “Please have the full report transmitted to the Sister-of-Staff by 8 AM,” said Our Dear Mistress. She was gone.

    Ballcrusher called the head of the Pretorian Guard. The Praetorian’s could be trusted completely. They were specially selected naturally occurring homosexual Sisters—not “Educated Sisters.”

    Well, the Education Programs obviously lacked in some way, thought Ballcrusher.  The latest technique consisted of showing photos of nude males to Sisters during the Sister’s various stages of development while at the same time submitting the Sister to painful electric shock, terrible odors, and frightening sounds in an effort to have the Sister associate the unpleasant sensations she was experiencing with the presence of a male. This was done six times per day for 15 minutes per session.

Another six times per day pleasant videos of Sisters living and working in the most perfect of circumstances where played. During this time luscious meals and delicious wines were served, beautiful music and lovely fragrances filled the air. Once per day the sisters watched approved female pornography while a Pretorian or Amazon pleasured them.

All pregnancies were via artificial insemination and were closely monitored for “indications.” The idea was to produce only naturally occurring lesbians, but that had been a failure, though the administration did not acknowledge this fact. Instead, much to the chagrin of the Revolutionary committee and Our Dearest Mistress, the vast majority of the sisters being born continued to show signs of heterosexual interest—even those who had never seen a male before. The Selection Committee had tried thousands of procedures and treatments with no discernible success. They bathed unborn children in various cocktails of chemicals and hormones, many with horrific results. The incinerators at the abortion hospitals were running day and night, and in the end, the resulting crop of Sisters would result in much the same challenges as babies born before the Vajayjay revolution.   

Despite all of this there were obviously Sisters willing to risk death to help an escaped breeding male. What more could the Naturals do for their Educated Sisters?

The Vajayjay revolution ended the male rule of human society. It would be more accurate to say that it ended male presence in human society and if it were not for an error made by the XY lab there would not have been a male left on earth for breeding, but that is another story for another time. The vulnerability on the Y chromosome of males was found by accident—but the worldwide murder of nearly all men was no accident, indeed. No, that event was conceived and executed by Our Dear Mistress and her inner circle, the former physicians, scientists, and political operatives working at what was then known as Planned Parenthood. The system of transmission was never discovered, and the Revolutionary committee never disclosed it, but in less than one year every male on earth except for several hundred thousand pubescent males was dead. An unintended consequence of this great victory was the suicide of nearly half of the planet’s female population. This was considered an acceptable expense to achieve equality for women everywhere forever more.

The “surviving” males were maintained during the peak of their youth and health; semen was extracted and examined, after which they were terminated and incinerated.  Sisters were fertilized and monitored. Undesirable offspring were terminated in utero—and these terminations occurred in 95% of pregnancies.

Sometimes one of these breeding males escaped. These escapees were called “runners.” And now our own Sisters are risking catastrophe and death by helping a runner, thought Ballcrusher. 
Ballcrusher understood the stakes. She knew the math. If a single runner escaped to Colorado, Peru, Mexico, or Appalachia—it was the mountainous regions that the Praetorians and the Amazons feared—there could be thousands of babies born the following year. Thousands, Ballcrusher thought to herself and shuttered. Just the thought of a male disgusted her. What if a hundred runner—or hundreds of runner—got loose in those mountains? With a little help from technology, millions of Sisters could become pregnant! With MALES!!!! The revolution itself and equality for all women forever more would be at risk!

Ballcrusher blanched. Like most Naturals, the idea of procreation was foreign and unknown. In her youth—she was now in her 70’s—she had seen Sisters before the revolution couple up with males and produce offspring but could not understand the appeal. The very thought of caring for a child was distressing and inconceivable, especially a MALE child—but not nearly as inconceivable as having PIV sex with a male! She had even seen or rather heard of Naturals before the revolution having offspring but she knew this to be a statistically insignificant form of political protest. Naturals were different than their Educated Sisters, and vastly different than women before the VR, as the Vajajay Revolution was called. Naturals achieved great things! While the other Sisters, educated or otherwise, were enslaved to men and their offspring.

Perhaps a female offspring would be acceptable, Ball crusher had mused in the past, but if that female wasn’t a Natural?  Wouldn’t she want to couple with a male and produce offspring? Perhaps MALE offspring?! How revolting!

Ballcrusher had been on the heliport of the Revolutionary Defense Building, pacing back and forth in the bright lights of the landing zone, but now she was in flight, and her mind focused.

“Ground forces are executing search warrants in hundreds of Sister abodes as we speak. Any bio-feedback we are getting that does not jive with their reported activity is being scrutinized by ground forces. If the runner is found on site by our ground forces, he will be terminated along with all Sisters present. Disposal teams will arrive by air within minutes, perhaps even seconds. When they are done it will be as if nothing ever happened in the Sister abode and no one ever lived there,” said the commanding Praetorian.  Ballcrusher took in the commander with admiration. With her deep voice, military “crew cut” hairstyle, standing 5’4” tall, and weighing well over 200 pounds she was the vision of what all Naturals hoped to be. There was not even a hint of the feminine about her.

To be with a woman like that… who could ever wish for a man? Ballcrusher thought and suppressed a smile.

Ballcrusher met the Praetorian’s eyes and nodded and then turned back to the communication screen. A message flashed, “We have a runner.” It was from the eastern Baltimore district.

Then another and another and another message flashed—too many to count.

“We have a runner.”

The counter-revolution had begun.

Dearest Mother, the leader of the counter-revolution, was at the podium.

“The Revolution has begun. I give it no name as no name can do it justice.  This is THE revolution—not the French, American, or Vajajay or any other. This is THE revolution to restore and reset humankind back on its natural and evolutionary trajectory.

“Many of you have no recollection or knowledge of the life that was—a life, your life, with a man and children. A life with parents—a mother and a father—two people who thought you were special. A life with brothers and sisters, aunts, and uncles, grandfathers and grandmothers—these groups were called families, and they were composed of the people who descended from the same ancestors as you. They were not conceived in test tubes. Conception did not begin with a woman urinating into a petri dish. It began with a man with an erection, something many of you know nothing about, and it ended with the birth of a baby—your baby—not with a surgeon and scalpel or a suction device and a trip to an incinerator.

“These “Naturals,” as they call themselves now—they used to call themselves “Gay,” and referred to women like you and me as “Straight,”—are no more natural than any of us. Nor should they speak for us. In my youth, these women, about 15% of the population, tried to convince other women that our interests were the same. That man, though that word is no longer in common usage and has been replaced with “male,” were the enemy, that children were a burden, and that your extended family existed only to impress you into a life of slavery and service to your man and your children.

These are the same people that forcefully impregnate you by artificial means and slaughter your unborn children in an effort to create their definition of the perfect woman. Because these people have the same problem that society has always had! We MUST bear children! If we do not the lights will go out on humanity. Our ancestors developed ways and customs for providing for children that worked for thousands of years that did not involve test tubes and abortions and the slaughter of our men. Our lovers, sons, fathers, and brothers.

“Today we free ourselves from our oppressors. Today we take back our lives, our bodies, and our families. Today, I will show you what our oppressors do not want you to see.”

With that Dearest Mother walked away from the podium and out of sight behind the stage curtain. She immediately returned leading a very young, handsome, and naked young man by the hand.

He stood there untroubled by his nakedness in the lights before the crowd of assembled women.   

There was silence in the hall. None of the women under the age of 50 had ever seen a man in the flesh, and the images of men that they saw in the education program were of unattractive older men. The young man standing with Dearest Mother looked back at the stunned crowd. He was nearly 20 years of age and was scheduled for termination by the Naturals having fulfilled his role. The sexual tension in the hall hung thick in the air there for all to feel. The man zeroed in on a particularly attractive nubile young woman in the front row, and his generative member became fully erect. His eyes never left her. Her eyes never left him.

Dearest Mother looked out to the crowd for a moment and with one hand directing the group to take in his manhood and with the other hand motioning to the horde in a sweeping gesture said, “This is the life force that brought us all into existence. This is the life force that will lead us out of this darkness. We will once again be free. The world belongs to the people who inhabit it.

“Those who breed, succeed.”