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OTEC the novel		http://literatemachine.com/node/142
OTEC COPYRIGHT (C) 2007 DAWootan, ALL RIGHTS RESERVED by DAWootan


Vin should have seen it coming, but he was a computer programmer.
Lady Kathy had Vin build carbon bodies for Madame Cathie, Joan, 
Third-Base, and all the other full-time whores.
They chartered rap seed oil fueled, diesel powered buses.
The ladies were in their finest whorehouse regalia, black and red satin, 
petticoats, black fishnet stockings,
parasols, fancy handbags, gloves and hats.
The buses arrived, north west of the central market in San Jose, the red 
light district , greeted by
cheering crowds.
A small army of men had renovated a building, painting it red.
Kathy had returned to what she did best.

Vin remained at the palace with Kathy's staff.
The lady in the navy blue skirt was in charge, she and her girls wore 
Chanel Suits,
at least half a suit each. From the belly button up they were all proper 
business women.
 From the belly button down they were totally naked, Most of them had 
shaved their
pubic hair, knowing this excited Vin.
There were always at least six of them with him, holding his dick as he 
urinated,
cutting his stake for him, holding the straw to his mouth so he could drink.
Refusing to let him wear clothing, giving him a blow job while he was 
sitting on the toilet.
They tied him to an ironing board with neckties, sending electricity 
into his dick with a
TENS machine. They put wheels on the ironing board, rolling Vin around 
the palace
giving every staff lady a chance at giving Vin an involuntary hands-free 
electric climax.
Vin's children helped the staff, putting on incredible sex shows as he 
lay on his ironing board with
electrified erection.
Vin knew intellectually his children had sex with each other, never 
before had he watched them do it.
Edith was right in front of him, smiling up at him, Beatrice's boy was 
on top, feeding his twelve inch dick into her.
Vin looked up to see Penny leading a great Dane into the room.
The lady in the navy blue skirt knelt on her hands and knees, looking up 
at Vin as the animal mounted her.
His Mother went next, laying on her back, her legs wrapped around the 
animal, looking up at him.
With his electrified prostate Vin had a perpetual erection, as soon as 
his mother, one of his daughters,
or one of Kathy's staff Ladies climbed off, another would climb on.
Not since his honeymoon had Vin had so much unavoidable sex.
They fucked him for three days and four nights.

"Okay, that was fun, you can stop now."
They didn't stop.
Vin felt a thrill of terror, the likes of which he had not felt in a 
very long time.
He started to say: Hello central, before catching himself, realizing he 
was not a Reality Lord here.
His memories of being strapped to a steel table in Buenos Aires flooded 
into his mind.
Had one of them held up a tea spoon, he would have screamed.
What if they don't stop? A part of his mind screamed at him.
"Okay, tell whoever is in charge I am ready to negotiate."

Penny showed up moment's later.
Of course it is Penny, why do I keep thinking she is an eight-year-old 
girl, just because she looks like one.
"So what's this all about."
"We're horny."
"Get real, you haven't spent three days and nights playing bondage and 
discipline games with me,
because you were horny, as Kay would phrase it, you are trying to send 
me a message, so what is it?"
"We can't have fun in town, so we're making up for it here at the palace."
"Why can't you have fun in town?"
"The committee for public decency won't let us."
"Speak English, what precisely won't they let you do?"
"Work at the brothel."
"Because you look like you are eight years old?"
"Yes, they feel it would be indecent!"

Vin realized in a flash what had happened, his Good Buddy VMAT2 was at 
it again.
He saw the endgame clearly, the committee for public decency would 
ultimately put him under
house arrest, or have him assassinated. Of the two assassination was the 
more likely.

"Okay, untie me, I have work to do."

Penny broke two fingernails untying him, Vin's tone of voice caused her 
hands to move,
before her conscious mind realized what she was doing.

People jumped out of the way, Vin had the stride of a man on his way to 
commit murder.
At the back of the palace, is a large room, with a tile floor and no 
furniture.
A cyclic wheezing, groaning noise began as Vin approach the back wall.
The vworp vworp noise was synchronized with a flashing blue light on 
top, as the gigantic three-dimensional holographic wall displayed a 
London 1950 police call box.
Vin snatched the door open, stepping inside.

	_____

Even without the fight over who controlled his whorehouse, Vin would 
have come to blows with the
now-defunct committee for public decency.
The children were old enough for school.
Old enough for, Valhalla style boarding schools.
Rap seed oil fueled , diesel powered, school buses picked the children 
up Monday morning,
returning them Friday evening.
Vin imported administrators and teachers from his nano world.
That Is to say he imported teachers, everyone regardless of their 
administrative duties,
taught at least one class a day.
Like children from an incestuous family, students learned what not to 
say around adults.
The children had no problem with this, they were allowed to eat 
forbidden fruit, enjoying forbidden pleasures.
Forbidden pleasures continuing only as long as their parents were kept 
in the dark.
In the beginning they had only one school, Vin named it the Henderson 
School.
The teachers all had memories of graduating from Henderson High.

Lazarus made fatherhood a questionable thing.

Children all looked like they came from Denmark, in time people got used 
to the idea.
Vin was using the Kate code producing VMAT2 free, genetically perfect, 
beautiful children.
There were no, awkward, unattractive girls, growing up to be old maids.
No malformed boys, without interest in girls. Every child was beautiful 
and oversexed.
The four thousand survivors contributed genetically, every gene that 
could be used, was used.
Without genetic diversity mankind would not have survived General Zero's 
pandemic.

	[ 89 Guilty of running the ultimate long con ]

The San Jose red bordello had no name, Vin got together with the sign 
painters. The building was now:

		The temple of Aphrodite

There was a Babylonian custom which compelled every woman of the land to 
sit in the temple of
Aphrodite and have intercourse with some stranger once in her life.

Vin made a small change, it was now one hundred forty four strangers a year.
Twelve strangers a month. Lazarus did not care whether the women pulled 
a twelve car train,
or visited the whorehouse three days a week, turning a single trick.
Women who spent a day, having sex with twelve strangers, were good for a 
month.
More importantly a woman with the semen of twelve men, in her body, 
could bless a man for one month.
A woman with the semen of a hundred twenty could bless men for ten months.

Vin got together with Kay, Joan, and James, they studied the history of 
temple prostitution,
paganism, and anything else that seemed helpful. They drew heavily on 
the Pagan Druidism
that worked so well in OTEC. They made changes as needed.
Vin began with Kathy and the professional prostitutes, founding the 
daughters of Isis.
 From the lowest farm wife to the highest paid prostitute all women saw 
instantly what he was doing.
With exception of theologians, men just did not get it.
Vin was breaking chains, three thousand year old chains.
For millennia male dominated religion had men owning women.
It had been three thousand years since there had been female-dominated 
religion.
Religion where sex was revered not reviled.
Where sex was sacred, with women controlling the sacrament.

Across town Vin the had the sign painters put up another sign:

		The Hospital of Ishtar

Women who were not interested in volunteering at the whorehouse were 
interested in running a hospital.
There where no doctors, no men, other than patients.
The Valhalla style living beds, were capable of doing full heart-lung 
bypass, capable curing any ailment.
Anyone arriving at the hospital, still alive, was assured a full and 
complete recovery.
Kay ran the place. She was chief of surgery, which she thought was 
hilarious, as humans did not do surgery.
Her role as chief psychiatrist, gave her far more to do.
The daughters of Isis began routinely performing miracles.

There were dark, mysterious, secret rites of initiation.
The daughters swore on their immortal soul, only to have sex as temple 
prostitutes, or with their husbands.

Men wanting sex, with anyone other than his wife, had to visit the 
temple, dealing with the daughters of Isis.
The women had three unbreakable, unassailable monopolies: sex, 
immortality and good health,
all wrapped up in a convenient, female-dominated, religion.
People who did not attend, participating in, Druid ceremonies, grew old 
and died.
The three monopolies, gave them power and influence.
The men did not mind, they would admit to believing in the great 
pumpkin, if sex continued to be plentiful,
and the price did not go up.

Attend a pagan sex orgy, no problemo!

	_____

It had taken Vin and the daughters of Isis, nine months, slowly 
accumulating political power, waiting until
the moment was right.

It was the summer solstice.
There were no Convention Center facilities adequate for their needs.
Vin improvised, using circus tents, without sides, they had about three 
acres under canvas.
More than enough to shelter four thousand people, especially if they 
doubled up.
Vin had miraculously found an abandoned warehouse containing ten 
thousand wrestling mats,
and a nearby warehouse filled with circus tents.
The problem was, only people in the front row could see what was 
happening on stage.
An elegant solution presented itself, one of the survivors was an 
auctioneer, who's hobby
was announcing baseball games.
He was VMAT2, Vin did not care, he was Druid now.

"Ladies and gentlemen, a hush has fallen over the crowd ... Yes! ... Here 
she comes!
Eight-year-old Druid priestess, Penny, leading the sacred animal.
Closely followed by the ten-year-old Druid priestess, Edith carrying 
sacred cushions, blessed
by the high priest himself!
The sacred animal has been preparing for weeks, fed by Virgins, on grain 
blessed by priests.
The priestess are spreading the sacred cushions!
The Druid high priestess Joan is kneeling on them, preparing herself.
Ladies and gentlemen, how proud young Penny must feel, watching her mother
about to perform a sacred act symbolizing the joining of yin and yang, 
good and evil.
Creating the single unifying force we call love.
The unifying force that gives us all life eternal.
Her act draws disparate forces of the universe together, blessing what 
we are about to do.
Reaffirming the unifying force has, under the guidance of the daughters 
of Isis, giving mankind,
freedom to have sex, without guilt, reservation, or jealousy.
As you stand there you can feel the unifying force Flowing through you, 
blessing you,
blessing this sacred event, blessing and all who shelter under this roof.
Giving you life eternal.
Blessing what we are about to do, as we celebrate sharing our love with 
the universe, feeling the
universe returning that love tenfold.
Before the daughters of Isis brought this sacred gift to us, mankind was 
mortal, living a short brutish life, without love.
The sacred animal is ready, more than ready, the priests are holding him 
back!
High priestess Joan is gazing up at the high priest, her expression 
sober as befits the occasion.
The high priest is looking at the chronometer, judging the precise 
moment of the summer solstice.
And there it is ladies and gentlemen!
The high priest, has nodded to the priests holding the sacred animal.
They have released their hold.
The high priestess, on her knees, is looking back, watching, as she is 
mounted.
The sacred animal has coupled with the high priestess! The event has begun!
High priestess Joan is not kneeling passively, she is moving her body in 
the timeless motion of love.
The high priestess is enthusiastically providing the female half of the 
sacred coupling, demonstrating sex, without guilt, reservation, or jealousy!
We are moments away, ladies and gentlemen.
There it is!
The high priest has raised both arms in a salute to the heavens, 
affirming a successful sex act!
This event has been blessed. You are free to share that unique gift the 
great spirit has given you.
Free to joyously couple as man and woman, in the sight of others, 
sharing freely.
Please forgive your humble announcer, for taking leave at this time, as 
the high priestess Joan has given him the honor of being the first to 
join with her, celebrating that sacred event only possible between a man 
and a woman."

It is a rare producer of stage plays, who does not stand in the wings, 
watching his crowd on opening night.
Vin was definitely watching his crowd, as his good buddy Joan fucked the 
goat.
Even people in the font row, who could see clearly, where open mouthed, 
staring at the loudspeakers,
nodding in agreement, as they felt the blessing of the great Spirit, 
flowing through them.

	_____

Don't you feel the slightest bit ashamed? One side of Vin's brain said 
to the other.
Vin stood mute, not pleading diminished capacity, or throwing himself on 
the mercy of the court.
He was guilty as charged, of fraud, hypocrisy, and cynical manipulation, 
guilty of being a false prophet.
Guilty of running the ultimate long con, religion.
( Vin had given everyone who did not attend, a near fatal case of the flu. )
He looked up to you see Kay looking at him, Vin had long ago accepted 
his mother-in-law-wife
could read his mind.
She gave him that special smile women reserve for men who make them 
lubricate.
They moved toward each other, ignoring others reaching out to them.
Vin offered her his arm, she accepted.
Kay was surprised as he led her past numerous empty wrestling mats, out 
into the sun.
Except for their sandals, both of them were stark naked, neither of them 
took the slightest notice.
They did take notice, of the couple, following them.
It was Kate and James.
The four of them walking across to a small hotel, which was temporarily 
abandoned, everyone
across the street, receiving the great spirits blessing, allowing them 
to fuck themselves silly.

Vin ignored the penthouse suite key, grabbing the keys to seven and 
nine, two adjoining rooms.
"Son" Kay said holding her arms wide, "Mother" Vin said as he penetrated 
her.
They had been doing this once a week for over a century, they never seem 
to tire of it.
Vin found sex with his mother-in-law to be kinkier that sex with his 
mother, who had no real memory of him.

After a while they were laying on their backs, looking at the ceiling, 
listening to the sounds coming from the adjacent room.
Kate and James were a couple.
Kate had a cold analytical personality type, that is not to say she was 
a cold analytical person, she was her mothers daughter.
She had the sexual energy of ten women, she just didn't broadcast to the 
world like her mother.
"She seems to have found her man."
"Yes." Kay replied.
Vin was not able to read his mother-in-law-wife's mind, he was a 
computer programmer, but occasionally he had flashers of insight.
"You regret all those years, lost, your daughter being polite, but 
secretly hating you."
"Yes." Kay replied.
"You regret she has forgiven, but not forgotten you killed her lover."
"... Yes." Kay replied.
A plan with far-reaching implications, began forming in Vin's mind.

"Kay, if you could travel backward in time, having a second chance to do 
things differently, would you do it?"
"Dear God, yes, I would trade most anything for the chance."

	_____

Throughout recorded history, people have recoded various schemes, 
allowing time travel.
Vin may have been the first human ever to travel through time.

Several things made this possible. The first of these was Valhalla style 
living beds.
Intranet connected, capable of loading false memories into sleeping humans.
Second was the OTEC "back up tapes", check points in time, preserved 
indefinitely.

	_____

Eight-year-old Kathy threw down her pencil, looking around the room.
She had gone to sleep in a white marble palace in Costa Rica, awakening 
to find herself in her mother's old house, doing homework.
The door slowly opened, it was her father, scruffy cowboy boots, blue 
jeans, long sideburns, long hair,
oversized belt buckle, speaking with Vin's voice.
"Your mother is away, we have the house to ourselves."
"Is that you Vin?" Kathy asked.
"Yes"
They ran naked, hand in hand, down the hall way to the master bedroom.
They began making mad passionate love.

Kay was driving the family Ford LTD station wagon to buy groceries,
realizing she had left her purse at home, she looped back
arriving back at home minutes after she left.
A mothers intuition told her something was wrong.
She took the key from beneath the welcome mat, letting herself in 
silently through the front door.
They were in the bedroom, he had taken the clothes off of his 
eight-year-old daughter's body,
he was fucking the living daylights out of her.

Kay sprinted to the kitchen grabbing the largest butcher knife in their 
collection. Kay worked as an ER nurse,
she knew all about collapsed lungs and arterial bleeding.
He was dead meat, no power on earth could save him.

Kay burst into the bedroom, avenging angel, butcher knife held high.

"No! Not in front of Kathy!" He screamed.

Kay did not lower her knife.
"Spend tonight at a motel."
"Tomorrow while Kathy is in school, come collect your things."
"If I ever see you again, I will have you arrested."
"Leave your credit cards."

"No!"
"NO!!!!?"

"No!" Vin said thrusting away.
"If you kill me, or even call the cops there will be a trial."
"A trial?"
"Yes, at the trial your daughter will testify, you forced her to have 
sex with me."
"Kathy!"
"Oh, yes mom, I will tell them how, you held my legs apart, the first time."
"That's no true!!!"
"The question is, will the jury believe it." Vin observed, his voice 
uneven, as he shuddered in climax.
"You will loose your RN nursing license." Kathy added, looking out from 
beneath Vin.

"I am a ministers daughter, surely you don't expect me to stand here 
watching you fuck my daughter."
"No, I expect you to put that knife down before you hurt yourself."
Kay looked at the huge butcher knife, shrugged, putting it on the 
bedside table.
"We need to talk." She said, her tone of voice indicating she was 
thinking of using the knife, as soon as
Vin fell asleep.
"Ok, let's begin with what you felt, when you first looked into the room."
"I felt disgust and anger."
"No you didn't, your vagina spasmed, you lubricated, you forced yourself 
to feel disgust and anger."
"I will not be talked to this way!"
"Ok, then, no more talking." Vin said, undoing the buttons on her blouse.
"You are not going to talk me into having sex with a perverted child 
molester."
"With both of you!" She said, looking down at her daughter, who was 
sliding down the zipper on her Blue Jeans .
"Hold this cell phone, after I have finished your forceful rape, you can 
call 911, telling them your
eight-year-old daughter held your legs apart."
Kathy took the hint, holding her mother's legs apart as Vin penetrated her.
Kay, was stiff as a board, staring at the ceiling.
Vin raised up as he felt the small hand sliding down his belly.
Kathy was massaging her mother's nipple with her left hand, while 
massaging the clitoris with her right hand.
Vin stared into Kay's eyes, slowly thrusting away, watching a battle for 
an immortal soul taking place.
It took about ten minutes.

"Oh, God!" Kay exclaimed, throwing arms around her daughter, looking at 
Vin, eyes filled with wonder and joy.
Vin did not get any sleep that night.

	_____

They had been away less than one minute.
As currently configured three days OTEC fast time passes for each minute 
of slow carbon time,
and they had been doing ultra fast time, a universe built for three, 
running billions of times faster than OTEC did.
The limiting factor was how fast carbon-based memories could be updated.

Vin was back first, laying on his side, watching his mother-in-law-wife 
twitching like a dog dreaming of chasing cats, as memories flooded into her.
Kay's beautiful blue eyes flashed open.

"Vin, I had the most incredible dream!
I dreamed ... wahaaa!!" Kay jumped about eighteen inches as Kathy laid a 
hand on her hip.
"Welcome back mom, you want I should hold your legs apart?"
"Kathy was that you ... not my daughter?"
"You are trying to tell me I am adopted?"
"No! I, er, ah ...
Kathy, there are time a dutiful daughter, does not take advantage of her 
mother."
"You mean, she doesn't say things like: All that money spent on advanced 
college degrees was wasted?"
"Things like that, yes."
"Now what were you saying about, holding your mother's legs apart?"
Vin did not get any sleep that night.

	_____

Vin might be a little slow, but he saw this one coming a week a way.

It was Friday night, Kathy's night. For the first time in more than a 
century Kathy did not undress.
She sat in the bedside chair, using the tiny voice little girls learn to 
use on their fathers.

"Vin, that special slice we visited, you know the one with mom's old house.
Is there any way we could, well ... visit the old house ... just the two of 
us, no interruptions?"

Vin offered her his arm, leading her away.

At the back of the palace, is a large room, with tile floor and no 
furniture.
A cyclic wheezing, groaning noise began as they approach the back wall.
The vworp vworp noise was synchronized with a flashing blue light on 
top, as the gigantic three-dimensional holographic wall displayed a 
London 1950 police call box.
Vin held the previously invisible door open for Kathy.

They walked down the hallway behind in the control room, turning right 
at the first two adjoining bedrooms,
stopping in Kathy's room, looking at two diamond coffins.
One coffin, was empty, the other containing a small beautiful blonde girl.
"She is so small."
"Yeah, no tits." Vin observed, earning him a fist in the ribs.

Vin held the lid open for Kathy, as she climbed in, taking a deep 
breath, closing her eyes.
Vin turned the chair around, facing the other way, watching the small 
girl trembling, as her memories updated.
The lid slowly opened, the tiny girl sat up, staring at Vin, smiling.
"Lift me down." His wife command.
"And I do too have tits!" She said.

Vin lead Small Kathy back into the large room, with a tile floor and no 
furniture.
They turned right instead of left, approaching a thirty foot high mural 
suitable for a Mexican museum.
As they got close the gigantic three-dimensional holographic wall 
displayed a previously invisible doorway.
They went down the hallway, turning right, coming to a door labeled 994 
Melrose Place.
"Oh, Vin!" Kathy said recognizing her mother's old address.
In side was, as expected, an accurate to the angstrom, nano tech 
recreation of her mother's modest house.
They ran naked, hand in hand, down the hall way to the master bedroom.
They began making mad passionate love.

Vin and Kathy had always taken duty is seriously, more so now that duty 
was saving mankind from extinction.
As the alarm clock went off they rolled out of bed.

"Vin come and look at this."
"Yes."
"Have you ever seen anything so hideous?"
"Fashion design has never been your mother's long suit."
"Can you believe she used to make me wear these things?"
"You are looking at little girl dresses through the eyes of a mature 
woman who understands clothing design."
"And?"
"Look at them through the eyes of a pedophile."
"So ...
How about this one with lace?"
"Fine, as long as you don't wear underwear."
"I am married to a twisted and depraved man!"
"And it took you two and a half centuries to notice this?"
"I am going to wear this one to work."
"Are you going to stand in the window box?"

The downtown whorehouse had four Amsterdam style window boxes facing the 
street.
Third Base, with her mobility problem, had a permanently assigned window 
box, and was
the only whore to regularly have sex there.
Vin's wives took turns using the second window box, his daughters used 
the third, and the rest of the
whores used the fourth.

Small Kathy set off a small riot, standing in the window box, wearing 
her frumpy little girl dress,looking shy and bashful.

	_____

Beatrice had gone to sleep in a white marble palace in Costa Rica,
finding her self in a dream but she could not wake from.
She was in her mother's double wide mobile home.
She knew what day it was, all women remember this day, the day they wake 
a girl, and go to sleep a woman.
Beatrice's mother was away.
She had shared this fact with the quarterback on the football team, he 
was due any moment.
Double wide mobile homes have doorbells that would be pretentious in ten 
thousand square foot houses.

There he was standing tall, wearing his school athletic letter jacket, 
despite the heat.
Only, the voice did not match the memory.
"Is that you Vin?" Beatrice asked.

	_____

Samantha found herself in her parents tiny house in Oregon, waiting for 
the basketball team forward.
She agreed with Beatrice, the second time was much better.
Vin spent half an hour getting her ready, taking enough time for her to 
enjoy the experience.

	_____

Kay found herself in a 1956 Chevy station wagon, driven by her father's 
brother.
They were on their way to a cabin in the mountains.
"Is that you Vin?" She asked.

	_____

Third Base was flat on her back in the middle of the Fleet Week, 
servicing a mile long line of young Marines.
Vin was third in line.
"What have you done to me! Ass whole!"
"What do you mean?"
"What do you mean? What do I mean! Look at me! What am I supposed to do 
with these things?"
Third Base, born without arms and legs, had a nervous system with no 
idea what to do with new appendages.
"What you need is some artificial memory."
"Remembering arms and legs won't do me any good, I don't know how to use 
them!"
"What you need is some artificial muscle memory."

The large room with wrestling mat covered floor faded away, being 
replaced with a Ballet Studio.
She was doing a Pirouette In Pointe, she bobbled, trying again, 
executing a perfect pirouette.
"Vin! Look at me! Vin! I am dancing!"

	_____

Lucky the dog, Honey Bun the snake and Charles the chauffeur, did not 
have speaking parts
but are part of daily life none the less.
Lucky dog, was always, at Vin's heels, never more than a few feet away.
No one suspected, he had an IQ of one hundred sixty seven, and several 
college degrees.
He would carefully debrief Vin after an important conference, indicating 
in his e-mail if he "smelled a lie".

Honey Bun the snake he had an IQ of one hundred forty.
His snake terrarium fish tank, had evolved into a multi-room glass 
house, with front and back doors.
There was no danger of Honey Bun "wandering off" getting lost, he had 
the run of the palace.
Like Lucky, he had his own custom computer keyboards, and voice 
synthesis software.
In his e-mail he indicated he enjoyed playing the part of the "evil 
serpent" in the Garden of Eden productions,
undressing Lady Kathy, having sex with her on stage, in a version of the 
original sin considerably more
graphic than the printed Biblical version.

Charles the chauffeur lived in the palace with everyone else, as Vin 
refused to treat him as a second-class citizen.
Having Charles as a family member had caused problems from day one.
He originally had his medical necessity taken care of at the 
second-class Venetian Club.
When the Venetian Club closed Lady Kathy nearly gave the poor man heart 
failure, showing up in his room, unannounced, giving him no choice in 
the matter.
The problem largely went away when Vin took four wives.
As number three and four, Charles did not view them as "Christian" wives 
so having sex with Beatrice and Samantha was alright.
Besides Samantha was the right color.

Charles had gone to sleep in a white marble palace in Costa Rica, 
awakening to find herself in a nightmare
he knew all too well.
In a matter of moments, the phone would ring, a nun at the hospital 
would tell him his wife had died,
killed by a drunken teenager.
Charles selected his method, he would use plastic clothesline they had 
on hand, wrapping a bath towel
around his neck so there would be no pain.
He could reach the exposed wooden beams in the garage, by standing on 
the car.
He would not answer the phone this time, once in a lifetime was too much.
The answering machine saved his life.
"This is Dr. Meiri your wife is in intensive care, with head trauma. 
Please come to St. John's Hospital as soon as possible."
Charles could never remember driving to the hospital, He spent the next 
eighteen hours, at his wife's bedside. He finally fell asleep, awakening 
in his bed in the marble palace.
He viewed the incredible dream, as God's way of telling him his wife was 
alright.
He dressed in his tailor made chauffeurs uniform, he always rode into 
town on the same subway car as Vin.

"Charles are you all right?"
"Ah ... Yes Sir, my mind wandered. You were saying?"
"I was saying, can you bring the car around first thing, we have an 
early morning trip to make."
"Very good sir."

Vin kept a pre-nineteen sixty four Rolls-Royce Silver cloud, as he 
occasionally had social commitments, external to the whorehouse.
Charles was holding the door open, as Vin stepped into the early morning 
sunshine.
"Where to Sir?"
"The hospital."
"Very good Sir."

"Charles park here in front, I will need you to come inside with me."
"Yes, Sir."

The Hospital Ishtar looked like a hospital, but did not smell like one, 
lacking that pervasive chemical disinfectant odor of a "proper" hospital.
The individual rooms did not look right either.
The hospital bed was gone, replaced by an overgrown Valhallan food pod.
A nurse, who was dressed properly, pulled back the covers, revealing a 
middle-aged lady with strong futures. Vin viewed her as a handsome woman 
rather than a beautiful woman.
"My God!" Charles said, as her eyes fluttered open.
"Is that you Charles?"
Neither of them noticed Vin leave the room.

Pre holocaust Coasta Rica was a tourist destination with many small hotels.
Post holocaust San Jose had many small abandoned hotels.
Vin found a Dutch colonial house within walking distance of an abandoned 
hotel.
Joan came calling, explaining they had a need for someone to organize 
Christian ladies
who did not have a ladies club of their own .
Machiavelli would not have approved, giving the political opposition, 
both a place and an opportunity to ferment rebellion.
Vin was not worried, every living person had their very own cloud of 
nanites, listening, remembering, reporting.
Men of the cloth, concerning them selves excessively with temporal 
matters, tended to come down
with laryngitis that even the hospital could not cure.
People did not comment on this state of affairs, it was just the way 
things were.

Vin do not ever recall seeing Charles blush before.
With his dark skin tone a light blush would go unnoticed.
"They have asked me to remind you, all men are welcome at the Christian 
Ladies Club."
"Do they know I am attracted to mature women, with strength of character."
Vin asked, seeing if he could increase Charles's blush.
He succeeded.
"I will tell her you said so." Charles stammered, bringing the offer out 
into the open.
"Tell her I will be there Thursday at two in the afternoon." Vin said, 
accepting the offer.
"Very good Sir."
Now that K2 worked at school Vin had Thursdays off.

I would have bet a thousand gold, the universe would grow cold, before 
my chauffeur
would bring me a discrete offer of wife swapping. Vin thought.

Vin knew who would be waiting for him.
Charles did not, Samantha was waiting for him.

Vin truly did not understand women Charles's wife and Samantha became 
friends,
having lunch together once or twice a month.
Two days a week, in the afternoon, Samantha would visit Charles at his house
while his wife was entertaining men, two blocks away.

After about a year Vin invited Charles and his wife to the palace.
Vin could not help himself he had his nanites gradually remake Charles's 
wife Into an incredibly beautiful woman.
After an elegant meal served by their butler, Vin stood offering his 
arm, and a tour of the palace.
Beatrice stood, holding out her arm, making an identical offer.
Husband-and-wife went their separate ways without even glancing at each 
other.

This set the tone for the next eight months.
The table was set for twelve. Eight of Vin's "children" joined them, 
four boys and four girls.
As they had done before, husband-and-wife went to separate bedrooms 
without even glancing at each other.
She did not say a word as Vin's boys began undressing her.
She did not get any sleep that night.

A year later, Vin invited her to stand in one of the window-boxes at his 
bordello.
She accepted without hesitation.

On the appointed day Charles and his lady arrived right on time.
They were dressed appropriately, Vin recognized her outfit, there was a 
ladies clothing store up the street,
that catered to whores, Vin had admired the red and black outfit in the 
store window.
Charles was dressed in Kelly green and yellow.
"So you are ready for a round of golf?" Vin asked.
"When a white boy dresses like this, it is to play golf.
When a black boy dresses like this, it is to collect money from white boys."
"I see." Vin said, drinking from his beer glass, trying to hide his smile.
They both turned to watch a beautiful black woman, with a shapely 
figure, confidently walking
up the three steps leading to the display window at the front of the 
whorehouse.
	_____

The lady in the blue skirt had a name.
Mona had been married to an alcoholic wife beater.
The story that Vin had killed a man in a duel, dumping the body into the 
ocean, was true.
Vin had gently suggested, sending his wife off to work with a black eye 
and a split lip, created an awkward social situation for her.
Dumb Shit flew into a rage, challenging Vin to a duel.
Vin did everything possible to defuse the situation, to no avail.
As the challenged party, Vin choose, long slide double stacker fourteen 
round, cocked and locked 45s.
It was done Western-style, on an ammonium nitrate barge.
They started one hundred meters apart, walking slowly toward each other.
Vin let Dumb Shit draw first, letting him get his gun halfway up, before 
collapsing both lungs.
Dumb Shit dropped his weapon, so Vin did not put a third-round between 
his eyes.
After he quit thrashing, they tied lead acid batteries to his ankles, 
throwing the body into the ocean.

When they were close enough to OTEC for a phone call, Vin called his 
wife, letting her know he was all right,
informing her he was on his way to deliver news to a widow.
Mona, answered the door, joy on her face, seeing who it was.

"I'll make some coffee." She said, stepping back.
Vin normally did not drink coffee.
As they finished the coffee, Mona stood, dropping her bathrobe, standing 
there naked.

"Honey, if I needed a couple of hours to console a grieving widow would 
you mind?"
"Put her on."
"Mona, you are family to Vin and I.
Don't come to work tomorrow, I we will expect you and Vin for dinner 
tomorrow evening."

Mona became Kathy's office manager.
Kathy gave Mona time off from work so she could have afternoon sex with 
Vin.
Later when Vin and Kathy had a whorehouse Mona, had no interest in being 
a prostitute,
Twice a week, Mona would visit the little red stud house, paying for 
Vin's stud services.
Kathy would smile as she lead Vin upstairs.
Mona had no other sexual outlet.
That had been over a century ago.
Vin had never been able to do right by Mona, until now.

"Honey I'm home." Vin said stepping through the front door of their 
modest home.
Vin had a job as a computer programmer.
Mona was pregnant with their first child.
As he kissed her, he reached down stroking her swollen belly, feeling 
movement within her,
as she looked at him, eyes filled with lust.
They lived together as man and wife for twenty years, watching their 
baby boy grow into a young man.

Mona left the bedroom door open.
Vin looked up, seeing their fourteen-year-old son standing naked in the 
doorway.
"Mark, you are welcome to join us, but only if you give your word, as a man.
Never to speak of this to anyone. Your Mother will go to prison, and you 
will go to a foster home."
"I give my word."
Mona rolled onto her back, spreading her legs, reaching down, stroking 
her son's penis.
"Son!" She said, smiling up at him, looking into his eyes as she guided 
him into her vagina.
Vin lay in bed, propped up on his elbow, watching his fourteen-year-old 
son, fuck his mother.
Mona had her arms around him, projecting love, matching him stroke for 
stroke.
There had been no awkwardness, hesitation, fumbling, or uncertainty, 
from the way they moved against each other, it was obvious they had done 
this many times before.
They certainly had plenty of opportunity, Mark, arrived from school 
hours before Vin got home.
"Mom!" He exclaimed, as he came.
"My turn." Vin said, tapping his incestuous son on the shoulder.
Mark watched his mother and father fucking enthusiastically.
Mona put her arms around her son's head, kissing him passionately while 
she fucked his father.

Vin tried to avoid performing miracles while in the grip of emotion, but 
he was quite irritated with Mona
for hiding an incestuous relationship with her son.
He was not irritated she had cuckold him with his own son, quite the 
opposite he found
the situation stimulating in the extreme, he was irritated with his wife 
for sneaking behind his back,
stealing from him the opportunity to sit with her, planting the 
seduction of their son.
For stealing from him the opportunity to watch a small boy, filled with 
wonder, watching his father nod,
giving permission, watching him undress his mother, penetrating her, 
crying out in ecstasy as he squirted semen into his mothers vagina.
Vin performed a miracle, filling Mona's breasts with an unending supply 
of milk.
For the rest of her life, Mona required near constant milking.
Her breasts were now hardwired to her genitalia, the process of 
extracting milk from her breasts,
caused her vagina to open like a flower, turning her into a bitch in 
heat, unable to say no to man or beast.
Vin smiled wickedly at Mona as he climbed off, allowing Mark to climb on.
All night long, father and son took turns on top of Mona, commingling 
their semen in her, one of them fucking her, as the other sucked warm 
milk out of her, both of them feeling her trembling in orgasm.

The next morning, Vin called the school, telling them his son had a 
swelling, and had to stay home,
hopping the boy's mother would be able to reduce the swelling in a day 
or two.
Vin left mother and son, in bed together, hard at it.

A year or so later, Vin came home from work at the usual time.
Mona had been sitting on the sofa using an electrically powered breast 
pump as Mark, and four of his teenage friends came through the front 
door, on their way to school.
There was an awkward social moment, as the boys stood there, smelling 
Mona's warm animal smell, watching her milk flowing down a clear plastic 
tube.
As the milk contended to flow, Mona smiled, explaining she had a rare, 
perhaps unique, physical affliction, she would experience agonizing pain 
if milk was not removed from her breasts every couple of hours.
She told them not to be embarrassed, surely they had seen an infant at 
their mother's breast.
She invited them to stand close watching the process.
As the boys watched, wide-eyed, Mona put on a show for them stroking her 
breast moving milk from deep in her mammary gland to the suction cup 
clinging to her nipple.
Finally, Mona turned the electric motor off, disconnecting the container 
of warm milk, handing it to her son, smiling, as his google eyed friends 
watched him drink it.
She said it was a shame to pour breast milk down the drain, asking if 
any of them wanted to taste her milk, all of them nodded their heads, 
unable to speak, unable to believe their good fortune, an incredibly 
sexy adult female was letting them view forbidden parts of the female 
body, smiling at them, speaking to them as adults, as she bared a second 
naked breast for them, leaning back on the sofa spreading her arms and 
legs, offering her body to them.
They stood there unable to move, they had expected her to attach her 
incredible machine to the second nipple.
Surely she could not expect them to take turns, kneeling between her 
legs, holding her marvelous breast, sucking the milk out of her with 
their lips!
That was exactly what she intended, Mark had to go first, kneeling 
between his mother's widespread legs briefly sucking on her breast as a 
semi circle of teenage boys watched in amazement.
Leaving milk for the others, he stood, nodding to his good buddy, who 
had no choice but to kneel before his best friend's mother, reaching up 
with trembling fingers, touching her breast, slowly lowering his lips to 
her nipple.
Mona left both breasts uncovered, so two boys could suckle her 
simultaneously, everyone in the room smelling the hot smell of her, as 
she quivered in orgasm, rocking her hips.
After they had drained Mona of breast milk, there was a second socially 
awkward moment, teenage boys, horny to the point of insanity, stood 
before the female goddess of lust and depravity, all they had to do was 
step forward, sliding her dressed up, knowing she would raise her hips 
allowing them to slide the dress to her armpits, spreading her legs 
wide, allowing them to view forbidden fruit.
They couldn't do it.
Mark had no trouble taking initiative, he had been fisting Mona since he 
was in diapers, he smiled knowingly at his friends, sitting on the sofa, 
putting his arms around his mother, kissing her, stroking her breast, 
putting his arms around her, putting on a show for his friends.
Mother and son kissing as only long time lover's can, hearing the sudden 
intake of breath as Mona's hand begin caressing the lump in her sons 
trousers, sliding his zipper down, reaching inside, stroking him!
His friends felt their mouths to go dry as Mark's hand and arm slide out 
of sight underneath his mother's dress!
They thought they might go mad, watching his hand moving beneath the 
fabric of his mother's dress, caressing her in the most forbidden of 
female places!
If only their mother would let them stroke her in such a fashion.
Watching her spread her legs further, in response, encouraging him, 
knowing his friends were watching!
They watched his hand moving under the fabric, watching his fingers 
tunneling underneath the elastic
top of her panties, watching her lift her hips, giving him access, 
watching his other hand disappear underneath
mother's body, watching him kneeling on the floor, pulling his mother's 
panties off, handing them casually to his friends.
Watching her spread her legs again, as he reached back in to the dark 
cave of fabric between his mother's
legs, his fist making a noticeable bulge in the fabric of Mona's dress 
as it slid slowly upward,Mona gasped quivering as, the fist disappeared!
Mark turned slightly getting the angle right as his arm slowly 
disappeared, until the hem of his mother's dress
was draped over his shoulder.
His forearm moving like a piston, his mother turning bright pink, 
shuddering uncontrollably, her legs wide apart.
His friends watching open mouthed, unaware the universe was capable of 
displaying such secrets for them.
Surely, they were viewing the most obscene thing imaginable.
They gasped in unison as Mark began undoing the buttons on the front of 
his mother's house dress!
He started with the bottom button, each button was large, the diameter 
of a poker chip.
His mother, was letting him do it, letting her son undress her, in front 
of his friends!
As each button came free, more and more of Mona's incredible body became 
visible.
They had never heard of a mother allowing her son such liberties.
His friends participated willingly.
Participating as voyeurs, seeing a woman without her clothes, seeing an 
adult vagina for the first time.
Realizing with horrifying clarity, and absolute certainty their good 
friend and his mother were lovers, realizing they were about to witness 
the most forbidden of all sex acts.
They were about to see a son fuck his mother.
Their realization was confirmed as they watched their friends mother, 
motion Mark close, reaching down, undoing belt and zipper, sliding her 
son's pants down, fondling his penis, nodding to him, smiling, her legs 
held wide, as Mark knelt smiling at its friends who had lost control, 
crowding close, their noses almost touching his forearm watching him 
reinsert his hand, watching open mouthed as he slowly slid his forearm 
elbow deep in his mother's vagina.
Mona was calm and collected, acting as though this was an everyday 
occurrence. ( Which it was. )
"As you can see Mark has his hand in my vagina. A vagina is where babies 
come from, when Mark's head stretched my vagina, they held me down as I 
screamed, I continued screaming as a baby's head, stretched my vagina to 
the size of a cantaloupe. Each of you did this to your mother, although 
most mothers will not
show you where babies come from, or let you touch them.
I am grateful to Mark for stretching me, turning me into a real woman, a 
woman who will let men reach
into her vagina, feeling her womb, where babies grow.
After Mark pulls his arm out, would any of you like to reach into my 
vagina, feeling my womb, feeling the place where Mark grew?"
All of them nodded their heads, unable to speak.
In their minds, they elevated Mark to god status, accomplishing what 
they could not conceive, seducing his own mother, undressing her, 
fucking her everyday after school, reaching into her feeling her womb 
everyday.
Them would have traded their soul for such a mother.
As before good buddy went first, slowly inserting his hand, following 
her instructions as she told him
to rotate his hand, extending his social finger stroking the mouth of 
her womb.
"Okay, now that each of you has felt my womb, let me show you other things,
watch closely as Mark places his little finger inside my urethra, women 
do not have penises
they can urinate out of, like you do, we urinate out of our urethra.
If you remind me later, I will let you watch me urinate, and I will let 
you help me douche, Mark will
hold the douche bag up as the rest of you take turns douching my vagina.
Would any of you like to insert your little finger in my urethra?"
There was no hesitation this time.
"Babies will not grow inside a woman's womb all by themselves, a husband 
must squirt semen into her vagina.
In five or six years, each of you will be a man, your wife letting you 
squirt semen into her vagina.
If you promised not to tell your mother, I will let each of you practice 
squirting semen into my vagina.
We will play house, right here in the living room, each of you will get 
a turn, I will spread my legs, calling you husband, with your penis 
inside my body, you call me wife.
If you wish you could seduce your mother, we can play a different game, 
you will call Mark father.
You can ask your father if you are old enough to have sex with your mother.
You can call me mother as you fantasize having sex with your real mom.
( All of them called Mark father, asking if they could have sex with 
their mother. )
Mark will go first, help me place sofa cushions on the floor."

They stood there, glassy eyed, hyperventilating watching mother and son 
fucking passionately,
putting on a public show, aware of the incredible sexual tension they 
were producing in their audience.
Mona was looking up at them! Making eye contact, projecting love and 
lust to them as her son fucked her.
She maintain eye contact with Mark's best friend as her son shuddered in 
climax.
Mona did not ask good buddy, if he wanted some, she motioned him 
forward, undoing his belt and zipper,
sliding his pants and underwear down, undressing him as a mother 
undresses a small boy , fondling him,
waiting for Mark to give permission, before guiding his rock hard 
erection into her marvelous vagina.
Each boy stepped forward, allowing her to undress him, to fondle him, to 
fuck him, to let him call her mother.
To have her call him a son as she guided the rock hard erection into her 
motherly vagina.
"Son come fuck your mother." She would say to each of them.

As he stepped through the door, the warm smell of human semen and lust 
assaulted Vin's nostrils.
Mona was gang-banging the neighborhood boys.
She was in the living room, naked, so was Mark, and his four teenage 
friends.
They had sofa cushions on the living room floor.
She was on her back, having sex with one of Mark's friends as he and 
three other boys stood in
a circle watching, waiting their turn.
 From the amount of semen on her legs, pubic hair and the sofa cushion, 
it was obvious the boys had spent the day playing hooky, playing with 
Mona's vagina, gang-fucking her.
Mona had been pulling an adolescent five car train all day long.
She looked up at Vin, smiling, making eye contact, arms around a 
fourteen-year-old boy, pumping away,
holding on tight, as the boy shuddered in climax.
"You are next." His wife said to him as the boy climbed off, semen 
oozing from his dick.
Everyone watched as Vin got naked, display his oversized erection.
Mona threw her arms around him, humping away like a machine.

Mona, Mona, has sex addled your brains, at least two of these boys will 
go home looking guilty.
If their mothers do not have the truth out of them before dinner, by 
noon tomorrow, the truant officer will.
By dinner time tomorrow our house will be surrounded by cop cars.
Whether or not, you realizes it, we are living in a theocracy.

Vin called each boy's home, getting permission for them to stay for 
dinner, and spent the night.
They gang fucked Mona all night long.
In the morning Mona had the boys fill her bulging red rubber douche bag, 
hanging it from the
shower curtain rod, letting them take turns douching their semen out of 
her, before walking naked
into the kitchen, cooking them a hearty breakfast.
Promising they could fuck Mona everyday after school, Vin sent the 
smiling boys on their way,
... before suspending the slice.
Vin kept his promise, the four boys, did indeed have sex with Mona every 
afternoon.

Vin gave his new boys false memories, they did not suffer homesickness, 
the marble palace was their home.
Each of them thought Mona was their mother, remembering, as tiny 
children, their mother and father, letting them watch, showing them how 
babies were made, letting them feel the inside of their mother's vagina.
They remembered coming home from school every day, watching their mother 
having sex, with a bull mastiff,
of being told they had to ask their father before they can have sex with 
her mother, of their pride when he said yes, of the special ceremony, 
their father sitting in a chair, smiling, as their mother let them 
undress her, of her smiling proudly, holding her legs wide, displaying 
their semen, telling them they were a man now.

In ultra fast time, Vin's twenty year marriage had taken less than ten 
seconds OTEC time.
Six months OTEC time equals one hour carbon time.
He needed an hour of carbon time to get ready.
Nantes work rapidly, but a living human body is a complex thing to 
construct.

Vin took Mona, Mark and four teenage boys on a six month, around of the 
world cruise.
Vin booked them into a petite suite with an "open" floor plan, designed 
for newlyweds, no doors, open door-ways connecting all the rooms, even 
the bathroom did not have a door.
The staff were scandalized, as they set up the room service meal Vin or 
one of the boys was always absent,
the sights and sounds of lust emanating from the adjacent bedroom.
It was obvious her husband watched and participated as Mona fucked her 
children.
Mona did not play a lot of shuffleboard, or read novels in a deck chair, 
Vin or one of the boys was
fucking her almost most continuously.
She would wake in the middle of the night, breasts hurting, wakening one 
of her boys, with a
whispered demand to have her breasts suckled.
Her vagina would open like a night flower, she would slide into bed with 
one of the boys, sucking on
his penis until he was erect, awake, able to satisfy her.
After one or two boys, she was able to fall asleep again, only to awaken 
an four hours later with throbbing breasts.
A single fourteen-year-old boy has an amazing amount of sexual energy.
Mona required, on a daily basis, the sexual energy of five teenage boys 
and one oversexed adult.

They were back in Vin's super king-sized bed in the marble palace.
"Oh Vin, thank you for that. How did you know what my secret fantasy was?"
"Wahaaa!!" Mona jumped about six inches as Mark laid a hand on her hip.
"Oh, Mark is that really you, here in the real world." Mona said, 
rolling over on her back.

The Henderson school bus would take Mark and his four friends away 
Monday mornings.
Vin got Mona a job teaching PE at the Henderson school.
Mona was official wet nurse for the school, wearing a harness supporting 
a suckling infant.
Mona only taught classes every other hour, the rest of the time she was 
in her room with the fucking machine,
Vin had provided for her.
The machine had a one liter dildo attachment, Mona would lay on her 
back, letting the machine
stroke her vagina, as she held a suckling baby to her breast.
As the last class was ending at three in the afternoon, she would take 
off her white tennis shorts and halter top.
They would arrange wrestling mats on the floor, Mona would lay on her 
back letting two students suckle
her, waiting for her sons to arrive and undress.
As mother and son began having enthusiastic sex, students would form 
three lines.
Students understood the social contract, as long as Mona;s breasts were 
being suckled, her vagina was open for business. Mona would pull an 
adolescent train until dinnertime.
She had sex with approximately sixty boys every day, all of them wishing 
their mother was like Mona.
She had a large bedroom, with four beds, she would move from bed to bed 
as the night progressed,
leaving four sexually exhausted teenage boys, in need of a good nights 
sleep, grateful their mother
was not like Mona.
	_____

"Son" Kay said holding her arms wide, "Mother" Vin said as he penetrated 
her.
"K2 is that you?" Vin asked thrusting away.
"I told her you would know!"
"If you believe wholeheartedly, it is possible, it would be."
Afterwords they had a long rambling conversation, K2 revealing she 
should be called K5.
"K5?"
"Yes for kludgie fifth wheel!"
"You need to attend mundane university, take every class except 
psychology, find out what you are good at."

The next Monday K2 got on the School bus with Mona and her boys.
She had a masters degree in chemical engineering, a teaching credential, 
and job teaching
chemistry at Henderson High School.
	
	_____

As he stepped through the door, the warm smell of ironing assaulted his 
nostrils.
Kay had an ironing board set up in the living room, she was ironing a 
small girls blouse.
Vin smiled at Kay's iron, most women have a slim, stylish iron in pastel 
colors, done by
Italian industrial designers, with lace on their cuffs.
Leave it to Kay to find an find an oversized chrome plated iron designed 
by Hungarian Heterosexuals,
with a background in armored personnel carrier design.
The white marble palace had been built in an area of geothermal activity.
Hot mineral water was used for laundry, parts per million colloidal 
sulfur, combined with
body oil produced a distinct  identifiable odder, released when clothing 
was ironed.
Vin could smell the unique warm smell, the smell of family, of those he 
loved.
Vin's left brain understood perfectly:
Years ago the Christians burned me at the stake ... repeatedly.
They made me watch as they burned as those I loved.
To this day the smell of burning hair, induces projectile vomiting.
Such incredibly strong feelings cannot be blocked, but metaphysical judo 
can change strong feelings
into strong feelings of a completely different sort.
Watching women, in bath robes, ironing clothes turns me on.
With considerable effort I have morphed the hot smell of ironing into 
something incredibly erotic.

Vin's right brain replied: My pecker is quivering.

Kay looked up from her ironing, for a brief instant her quarter of a 
millennium old eyes studied Vin,
missing nothing.
"How did things go at work, today Dear?" She asked, looking down at her 
ironing.
"Oh, the third fork-lift was down all day, we had trouble meeting our 
production quota."
"That's nice Dear." Kay said suppressing a brief smile.
"Girls! Your father is home from work!" Kay hollered, without looking up 
from her ironing.
The ancient eyes noticed Vin's imperceptible stiffening as Edith walked 
into the room,
closely followed by Kate.
Kate and Edith proceeded to get undressed, they did not do a striptease, 
or make a production
out of climbing out of their little girl dresses, they merely got naked 
with great efficiency.
Each small naked girl grabbed two fingers on each hand, leading Vin to 
the master bedroom.
Edith hopped up on the bed, standing close to Vin, Kate remained 
standing on the floor.
Cooperating with each other, they had Vin stark naked in a matter of 
seconds.
Edith grabbed Vin by the erection, pulling him into bed, snuggling into 
his right arm pit.
Kate chose the left arm pit.
The two girls were as sleek, wiggly, and as unconscious of their 
nakedness as two female harp seals.
Kate and Edith had been making love with Vin for over a century, they 
knew what turned him on.
Kate had the top of her small feet on the underside of Vin's dick.
Edith had her feet on top, they were cooperating, logrolling Vin's dick 
back-and-forth keeping him hard.
They also knew what turned him off, Vin was ticklish, he hated having 
his nipples licked, and
fingers or tongues stuck in his belly button.
Kate and Edith had each had a nose centimeters from his nipples 
breathing warm air on them,
their fingers making slow circles around his belly button.
Vin put up with it until it became apparent, they were not going to stop.

"Fraulein Freud in the next room has gone to considerable effort, 
engineering a situation
where you would have my undivided attention, so out with it. "
"What do you mean?"
"I mean you have thirty seconds, before I go find mom, telling her you 
made me horny and were mean to me."
"You wouldn't."
"Nothing would give mom more pleasure." Vin said making as though he was 
getting out of bed.
"You ignore me!" Edith stammered.
"Yes every Tuesday afternoon I ignore you for two solid hours."
"That's different, you have to."
"Remind me next Tuesday, you can listen to me snore for two hours."
"You ignore me all the time!" Edith said.
"Have you noticed, men treat you differently because of your extreme 
beauty?"
"Yes."
"Well I too treat you differently because of your extreme beauty."
"That's silly, you are not a man you are my father!"
"It took me a long time to admit this, even to myself, but your extreme 
beauty scares the shit out of me."
"My dad is not scared of anything!" Edith said in an exaggerated little 
girl's voice.
"Your dad is scared of betraying every thing that is sacred to him."
"And I could get you to do that?"
"One of my unreasoning fears is that some day you will come to realize 
this."
"Perhaps, if I put my hair in curlers and mud on my face before I came 
to bed?"
"I am hoping talking about it will be sufficient."
"So you do love me?"
"With all my heart, mind and soul."
"I love you too Vin!" Edith said, climbing on, dripping warm tears on 
his chest.

Love is a good thing. Vin thought as Kate rolled over, soul kissing him.

	_____

Vin had been away.
His mother offered for him to spend the night, sleeping on the sofa bed 
in her living room.
It had been, an excellent evening, dinner and conversation.
His mother had been torturing his father, telling him if he could 
sexually abuse his children, so could she.
It was time for bed.
Time for Vin to undress.
She took off her shoes, sitting in a chair watching.
Vin had faced away, hiding his penis, as he slid between the covers.
Last time.
This time he turned, facing her, displaying his erection.
Her Christian upbringing was too much for her, she sat there unable to move.
Vin reached down, grasping her fingers, closing them around his manhood.
Her upbringing prevented her from saying anything, but she stood, moving 
her feet apart,
turning her knees outward, leaning back slightly thrusting her breasts 
forward
staring deeply into her eldest son's eyes, smiling like Mona Lisa.
She was wearing an ivory colored blouse with large collar and buttons.
With trembling fingers Vin reached for the top button.
He was rewarded with a huge smile as it popped free.
He set about undoing the remaining oversized buttons, which would barely 
fit through
the buttonholes, as he undid the last one, his mother slowly raised her 
arms over her head.
Vin pulled the blouse up, turning it inside out, as the sleeves came 
free of her wrists.
Her bra was white cotton, she held her arms out, allowing Vin to reach 
around back, unfastening the triple hooks, holdings the bra in place.
She raised her arms again, allowing Vin to pull the bra over her head.
Her forty year old breasts sagged slightly, but her nipples were rock hard.
Her pleated skirt had a zipper in the back, with a button at the top.
She reached down, turning the skirt around so the zipper was in the 
front, making eye contact
with Vin, smiling at her eldest son as he slid the zipper down.
With the button undone, she raised her arms a third time allowing Vin 
and pull the skirt up over her head.
She took a slightly wider stance, leading to back slightly, maintaining 
eye contact with Vin as he admired
her nearly naked body.
She looked down, smiling, as her son slid four fingers inside inside the 
elastic band of her Panty Hose.
Vin pulled her Panty Hose and white cotton panties off, as one, exposing 
her dark mound of pubic hair.
Having had two children, her outer vaginal lips did not touch, exposing 
a line of inner pinkness.
Vin stood there, trembling, staring at his mother's vagina.
After letting her eldest son admirer his mother's vagina, she closed her 
fingers around his
rock hard erection, leading him into the bedroom, laying on her back, 
spreading her legs,
maintaining eye contact as Vin crawled into position over her.
In two hundred fifty years Vin had had a great deal of exciting sex, but 
nothing came close
to that evening, looking into his mother's eyes, feeling her hand, 
guiding him into her
warm and willing vagina, as she threw her arms around him, fucking him 
with incredible enthusiasm.
"You are bigger than your father." She told him, humping away, holding 
him tightly, squeezing her legs
together as Vin squirted hot semen into his mother's vagina.
Vin was utterly convinced the universe would never allow him a thrill 
greater than squirting hot semen into his mother's vagina.
He was wrong of course.
His mother was determined to take revenge, in a single act, for a 
lifetime of philandering by Vin's father.
They had made love all night long.
At one point she had insisted on bringing them a snack from the kitchen, 
telling Vin to stay in bed.
She had a note prepared, scotch taping it to the front door, leaving it 
unlocked.

Mother and son were hard at it, as Vin looked up seeing his father 
standing there.
As Vin continued thrusting away, his mother's arms around him, his 
father began undressing.
Vin squirted hot semen into his mother's vagina as his father watched.
Vin rolled over, his father climbing on.

At one point his mother sat on him, facing his father, reaching down, 
grasping his erection,
scooting forward sliding her warm vagina around his penis, she leaned 
back trembling uncontrollably.
Vin threw his arms around her holding her tightly so they would not 
become decoupled,
smelling the smell of her, her hair in his face.
Vin realized what was happening as he felt the bed to move taken his 
father's weight,
Vin began trembling uncontrollably, unable to accept what was about to 
happen,
what not even Freud had eluded to.
Vin felt a hand fondling his mother's genitals, feeling her stiffen with 
fear, feeling the head of
a second penis poke gently into her, hearing her gasp as the length of 
it slid into her,
feeling a pair of testicles bang against his own, feeling his mother 
sliding back and forth
fucking father and son simultaneously .
Frankie continued sliding back and forth until she felt both of them 
quivering in orgasm.

The two men took turns on top of Frankie all weekend long.

Vin told her what he intended to do, telling her what she had done to 
his father, was nothing compared
to what she was about to do to him, as he packed a couple of bikini 
bathing suits in a bag for her.
She began trembling, breathing in short gasps, her eyes glassy, but she 
did not say a word.
Vin drove her to the bordello east of town, leaving the trembling woman, 
in the hands of the Madame.
This was pre-Lazarus, pre-AIDS, whores would line up wearing bikini 
bathing suits, taking strangers to their tiny rooms for unsafe sex.

A week later Vin picked his mother up at the whorehouse.
They invited Vin's father over, taping a note on the unlocked door.
He arrived finding mother and son hard at it, taking his clothes off, 
without a word.
Frankie did not allow him any sex until he listened through her 
hour-long recital
of her week long sexual adventure, including sex with a black truck 
driver with an eighteen inch tool,
a group grope with five soldiers who had sex with her anus, vagina 
mouth, and both hands simultaneously.
How thirty seven men had paid her to lay on her back spreading her legs 
for them.
How men had paid her to let them douche her and fill her vagina with 
beer cans.
And how, most importantly, she would return in two days time, as 
numerous men had reserved they use of her
vagina.

Vin had met with the bordello owner, discussing the possibility of a sex 
show.
The owner agreed, smiling hugely, a young man pimping his mother for a 
live audience participation
sex show appealed to his warped sense of humor.
(He did not mention anything about filming the event.)
The owner began advertising by word of mouth at a nearby naval air station.
Making it understood the price of admission would include both the show 
and sex with the performer afterwords.

Vin's father had been broadly hinting he would like to visit the 
whorehouse, transparently intending
to purchase Frankie's flavors.
Vin allowed Saturday afternoon at two o'clock would be a perfect time.

There were thirty or forty young sailors, glassy eyed, with obvious 
bulges and their uniform trousers.
They were staring at a well-built vinyl covered low table in the exact 
center of an area cordoned off
by red velvet theater ropes.
There was stage lighting, and multiple cameras, obviously a whore, was 
not only going to fuck forty
men and a Great Dane, she was going to allow cameras to record her doing it.
The sexual tension as thick as a London pea soup fog.
At precisely two o'clock, the back door opened, admitting a dog handler 
with a giant Great Dane
on a lead, the animal had obviously done this before, about half his 
nine inch bright red penis
was protruding from its sheath.

"No! Dear God No!" Vin's father exclaimed as Frankie walked into the room.
"Be quiet!" The guards will break both your arms, before throwing you out.

Frankie was wearing a satin robe like a prize fighter.
 From the way she walked, tits thrust forward, it was obvious she was 
not there to recite poetry.
She began work in her audience as though she had been doing this for a 
lifetime, giving that subtle wiggle
women make when they're ready to be fucked.

"My son is here today". She said smiling, walking to the center, 
surrounded by young sailors.
"Vin." She said smiling at him.
Quivering young sailors watched open mouthed as Vin untied the belt of 
her robe, sliding it off his mother's shoulders.
The dog handler stepped up, holding an ice cream store number dispenser. 
Home
A young sailor held up the number one, smiling hugely.

"You are number one, actually number three, "she said smiling wickedly 
stroking the lump in his trousers.

Frankie was not wearing bra or panties, she was more than naked, wearing 
a red garter belt,
black fishnet stockings, and red stiletto high heels.
She did on a slow pirouette for her audience.
Vin undid a section of velvet rope, holding it open for her.
As Frankie stepped into the arena, the stage lighting came up, and the 
gentle whirring of cameras began.
Frankie laid on her back, head hanging off the end of the table.
The dog handler led the animal forward.
The animal was gigantic, his glistening red penis fully extended from 
its sheath, as he placing both paws on the low table, scooting forward, 
as Frankie opened her mouth.
Vin stood there watching forty young sailors, mouths hanging open, 
staring at Vin's mother as she gave
a dog with a nine inch penis a blow job.
Vin watched his mother turn around, feet towards the animal, spreading 
her legs, as two of the camera men ducked under the velvet ropes, 
cameras mounted on their shoulders, moving in for a close up of the dog 
running twelve inches of tongue in and out of his mother's vagina.
Frankie scooted forward her vagina at the table edge.
She reached down, putting her fingers behind each knee, pulling, holding 
her knees high, wide apart, vagina exposed, pink flushed, waiting, the 
animal handler holding the enormous dog back letting tension build.
The animal handler released the animal suddenly.
Frankie gave a loud gasp, that stopped just short of a scream, as the 
animal penetrated her, thrusting vigorously.
She wrapped her arms and legs around the huge animal, hanging on tight, 
doing her best to match
the dog's violent thrusting, looking out from underneath, making eye 
contact with the young sailors who had moved close to the velvet ropes, 
smiling at them, enjoying watching them looking at her with uncontrolled 
lust.
Vin joined them, watching his mother, looking up at him, smiling, 
maintaining eye contact, as she performed a truly obscene act of public sex.
When the graphically obscene coupling concluded, Frankie sat up, 
spreading her legs wide, displaying
the dog semen on her ample mound of dark pubic hair.
"My son is in the audience today, with your permission, I will show you 
how a mother should reward a son, afterwords I will let each of you 
climb on top, I will call each of you son, if you call me mother.
When you get home, seduced your mother, she wants you to fuck her, but 
is afraid to ask,
if my son had not seduced me, fucking me silly , I would not be here today."
Vin stepped forward, mounting his mother while a roomful of men shouted 
encouragement.

"You are bigger than your father." She hollered in a stage voice, 
humping away, holding him tightly.
As room full of young sailors applauded, Vin squirted hot semen into his 
mother's vagina.
Vin's father sat in a chair in a chair, hands over his face, moaning 
softly, rocking back and forth,
tears running down his cheeks dripping off his chin.
Vin took the velvet ropes down, telling everyone to get naked, telling 
everyone his mother was ready for them.
It took over seven hours to satisfy all the sailors, some of them 
multiple times.
All most all of them called her mother, she called all of them son, 
including the cameramen, the dog handler, the sound man, and the director.
The dog got seconds and thirds, as compensation for not being called son.
Frankie give each young sailor a business card, telling them to contact 
her, but only
after they had successfully seduced their mother.
	_____

They were back in Vin's super king-sized bed in the marble palace.
"Oh Vin, thank you for giving me back my memories, I can remember being 
a little girl,
I remember my brothers and sisters. Like everyone else, I have a 
lifetime of memories now.
But most of all I remember marvelous sex yesterday." She said taking 
hold of his erection.
"I have suspended that slice, any time you're in the mood for sex with 
fifty sailors, after publicly
fucking a Great Dane, let me know. "
( Two or three times a month she did just that. )

And so it came to pass, on mothers day, under the enormous canvas big top.
Vin fucked his Mother, as other people watched.
As other people listened.
The announcer telling them, the sacred coupling had begun, the great 
Spirit was blessed this gathering of mothers, and their male offspring, 
giving them, freedom to have sex, without guilt, reservation, or jealousy.


	[ 90 It took 204.3157 years ]

Long ago James had explained there were only two forms of government: 
theocracy and communism.
Vin had pushed back, taking over a year, before becoming comfortable 
with the concept.

"You know James, it is not theocracy or communism, they are one in the same.
The state is the deity with communism, hostile to an external God having 
authority, not under their control.
Mankind wants theocracy, either honest theocracy, or hidden dishonest 
theocracy, does not matter.
The goal is a social contract, selling your neighbors wealth and civil 
liberty's for promises the state will take care of you.
Democracy does not prevent this, quiet the opposite, it is a marketplace 
where wealth and liberty are bartered away on a daily basis.
Democracy is a code word for hidden dishonest theocracy.
There is no hope because stupid people outnumber thoughtful people by 
such a wide margin.
People not educated at the public expense, are capable of recognizing a 
Faustian deal, saying no.
People capable of doing their own thinking are always in the minority, 
always shouted down.
Democracy always self destructs, producing the inevitable Chinese 
endless cycles.
A dictatorship is not the answer, all the wrong people want to become 
dictator, there can never be a process
for selecting a good dictator.
Democracy can't produce such a process, it can't even prevent its own 
self destruction.
Accidents of history have placed good and honorable man on the throne, 
producing truly good government.
A government that does not sell the interests of the citizens out on a 
daily basis.
The problem is, benevolent dictators can only postpone the inevitable 
decline for one human lifetime.

I propose creating an honest theocracy, presided over by a benevolent 
dictator with a very long lifetime."

"Ah Grasshoppa, the scales have fallen from your eyes. But what about 
the end of your very long lifetime?"

"I propose giving man the stars. As long as there is an open frontier, 
people deserving of liberty,
can move to where liberty is possible."

With malice of forethought, Vin set about creating a theocracy.
Not a wimpy theocracy that prevents selling nails and mixed drinks on 
Sundays, or gives you a hard time for driving a hooker across a state line.
Or even a theocracy that sends mothers to jail, for having sex with 
their fourteen-year-old sons.

But a real theocracy where citizens stand, open mouth, watching awesome 
elemental forces, chained and controlled, for the common good.

"Ah, yes, the common good. We define this as the ability to have sex 
with the neighbor's wife.
And, oh yes, don't let us forget, the common good should provide life 
eternal as well.
Throw in good health and physical attractiveness and you can have my 
neighbors wealth and civil liberty's,
as long as you promises to taken care of us in this fashion.
We do not want , or need, Democracy." The people said.

Vin gave them a theocracy, where a fourteen-year-old son, is not 
expected to look like his father.
but was expected to have sex, with his mother, and her friends.
Public sex, on Mother's Day, under a big circus tent.

There where eight Druid holidays each year, all of them Astronomy based.
The four major pagan sex orgy's are: winter, spring, summer, and fall 
solstice.
Everyone was reminded they could have sex, without guilt, reservation, 
or jealousy.
( That you would grow old and die if you did not, was never mentioned. )
Joan, Lady Kathy, Madame Cathie, and Kay took turns fucking the goat.

Lazarus is a venereal disease.
On OTEC and Valhalla Lazarus is self-perpetuating, on planet Earth it 
was not.
Once a year, Vin would ceremoniously reinfect Joan with the virus.
With great ceremony, she would infect high priests, who infect priestess.
Everyone, if they chose to do so, could give their precise location in 
the planetary sexual hierarchy.
The planetary population, was one big happy, incestuous family.
All holidays for the big family were held in the permanently erected 
circus tents.
A national holiday would be declared for the astronomy based ceremonies, 
allowing everyone to attend.
The minor holidays equidistant between the major Druid holidays, were 
held on weekends,
allowing everyone to attend.
They was mothers day, father's day, couples day, and sibling day.

The events were for all mothers and their sons, all fathers who have 
daughters, all couples,
and all brothers who have sisters. The honor of who had "the first 
dance" was religiously observed.
The great Spirit was benevolent, boys without sisters, could bring the 
girl next-door, it was the
"Spirit" of the thing that mattered.
On three of these holidays Vin was the goat, squirting sacred semen into 
sacred vaginas.
He had a fourteen-year-old body he would wear on Mothers Day.
Vin's mom would lead him onto the stage, undressing him, having sex with 
him,
holding her self open, displaying Vin's semen, to the high priest, 
proving the great Spirit had
blessed this special event.
On Father's Day, Vin would lead his daughter, Kate, onto the stage, 
undressing her, having sex with her.
On Couples Day, Lady Kathy and Vin would walk hand in hand onto the stage.
Mark was the goat on brother and sister day.
As Mark got older, Vin gave him a fourteen-year-old body, his "sisters" 
would wear their little girl bodies,
as they led him up the stairs, the loudspeakers announcing, the sacred 
sex act was about to begin.
Mark took "Prostate-Pump-Enhancer" before having public sex with 
Princess, Edith, K2, Kate and Penny.

Vin performed "miracles" at the pagan holidays, using clouds of nanites, 
he could tickle people's pleasure centers allowing them to "feel the 
unifying force flowing through them".
Switching their pleasure centers to full-on for a five-minute sexual 
orgasm, left very few doubting
the daughters of Isis could summon the great spirit.

Vin was neither proud nor ashamed.


There was no religious discrimination, Vin had nothing to fear from 
Christians, their children were
VMAT2 free, there was no danger of them infecting the next generation 
with hateful philosophy.
If one partner in a "Christian marriage" was promiscuous, the other 
partner was free
be as Christable as they chose, Vin did not care, Lazarus did not care.

Real religion was available to those who saw Paganism as the opiate of 
the masses.
( Which it was.)
Zen was not the state religion, Vin was aware of his own hypocrisy.
The founder of the state religion, did not believe in state religions, 
viewing them as a great evil.
Buddhist temples and monasteries, were supported anonymously by Vin the 
person, not Vin the head of state.
He had a hidden agenda in this is well.
There was no military, no military colleges, no trained officers core.
Liberals viewed this as the inevitable result of the state withering away.
Vin viewed it as a bunch of cows after they killed the last wolf.

Vin build a gigantic monastery in the mountains, talking Sensei, Abbott, 
Master and the two
lady ninjas into running things for him.
( There was an adjoining Zen nunnery, the two lady ninjas were needed to 
run it )
With two million slices to peruse, Vin had no trouble finding the 
requisite number of warrior monks.
( And warrior nuns. )
To the casual observer, it was a collection of the partially retarded, 
in yellow robes,
whacking each other with wooden swords.
To the trained military eye, it was, this world's Sandhurst.
The wolves were back.
Wolves can manage without cows, cows need wolves.
Wolves understand this, cows do not.

	_____

On several occasions, Vin regretted giving his wives two bodies each.
It seemed like such a good idea at the time, incredible kinky sex and all.
But then, all four of his wives required two bodies each, making eight 
different females he might find in his bed.
Princess had always been a de facto fifth wife.
When Mona appeared with son and heir apparent, she became the de facto 
sixth wife.
When mom appeared with intact memories, she was determined to be a 
full-time family member,
with a permanently assigned day of the week like the other wives.
The week had only seven days.

Vin put his foot down, or at least he thought he did.
Friday was reserved for Lady Kathy, and Lady Kathy alone, as least that 
was how Vin saw it.
Women live in a different universe, Lady Kathy felt having her daughter 
cover for her on Fridays,
was right and proper. Kate felt having her best friend Edith cover for 
her was okay.
Edith of course felt Penny had an absolute right to cover for her.
They we're not avoiding having sex with Vin, quite the opposite, they 
were making sure he had
an enthusiastic sex partner waiting for him in his oversized bed.

Some rearranging proved necessary.
For more than a century Monday had been Kay's night.
Like his other wives, she felt having K2 cover for her was right and proper.
K2, was off at school, Monday through Friday, only available Saturdays 
and Sundays.
Kay moved to Sunday night.
Mona was also off at school, Monday through Friday, so she took Saturday.
Vin's Mom took Monday's.
Beatrice kept Tuesdays, and Samantha Wednesdays.
Their was no wife swapping on Thursdays so Princess took Thursdays.
Lady Kathy kept Friday's,

This was more than casual sex, any of his women could request a 
"Honeymoon" in fast time,
spending months, even years away, returning before sunrise.
Translucent memories allowed them, like remembering a dream, to cherish 
the honeymoon,
without requiring them to retrain, for their day job.
They could remember the agenda, for today's meeting, while 
simultaneously remembering a three-week honeymoon in paradise.

That took care of the seven "wives", but Vin had twelve women in his life.
Actually, it was twenty five female body's he was expected to have sex 
with regularly.
( All of his women had two bodies, except Third Base who had four, and 
Princess who had only one.
Third Base would set off a mini riot when she wore her eight-year-old 
girl with no arms or legs body,
lying on a bed in a window box at the whorehouse, having sex with anyone 
who gave Vin two bits. )

Vin managed by taking siestas.
Tourists are never told, siesta is for sex, only senior citizens sleep 
in the afternoon.
Only Third Base and Madame Cathie kept their bodies in the basement of 
the whorehouse.
( Madame Cathie and Young Leopard lived in an apartment across the street. )
Third Base lived in an apartment in the basement of the whorehouse.
Vin also had an apartment in the basement.
He did not live there, he took his siestas there.
Joan, Edith, Third Base , K2 and Kate had Monday through Friday 
scheduled for afternoon sex with Vin.
Vin never knew if Third Base would walk into the room, or have her 
husband roll her in on a pastry cart.
He never knew if any of his sex partner would arrive as a little girl or 
an adult woman.
Madame Cathie, did not have a regularly scheduled day.
Two reasons, there were only five days available, and Vin did not wish 
to show disrespect to Young Leopard, treating his wife as a sexual 
appliance.
Periodically they would fuck each other on a tabletop, while Young 
Leopard watched.

There was no Thursday night wife swapping, but twice a month Young 
Leopard, and the other Praetorians
would bring their wives to the palace.
They had a basement room covered with wrestling mats, where they would 
have a mini Fleet Week.
They had been having sex together for two and a half centuries, there 
was love to be shared, friendships to be maintained, between people who 
genuinely cared about each other, sharing love and sex, and large 
quantities of champagne.

Every Sunday there was return to OTEC week.
One hundred eighty seconds later everyone would be back in their bed 
with translucent memories of a week spent in a parallel universe.
People who were not in bed at midnight did not turn into a pumpkin, 
their memories of a week spent in a parallel universe would update as 
soon as they fell asleep.
	_____

It took him 204.3157 years.
Vin could have done it in less time, if he had no respect for "his 
women", as he referred to the female population.
He could have given each woman four children ... every three years and 
twelve minutes.
He could give each woman triplets, every nine months and three minutes.
Vin gave each woman one child every five years.
The object was not to cover the planetary surface with one billion warm 
bodies.
The object was to slowly build a civilization that could comfortably 
support the population.



	_____

The nuclear powered flying boat Tom-Swift-New-Zealand, transported Vin 
and Kathy to Johnson Atoll.

Using high-pressure rocket exhaust, a hydrogen peroxide rocket-belt can 
fly for about 30 seconds.
A turbojet powered jet-pack can fly for about 30 minutes, using medium 
pressure jet exhaust.
A backpack helicopter can fly for over an hour using low pressure 
rotor-blade down to wash.

Vin had to beat on his rocket scientists, forcing them to acknowledge 
this fact.
They wanted a low mass flow, ultra-high temperature, ceramic nuclear 
hydrogen rocket unable to lift its own weight.
Vin wanted a high mass flow, low temperature, low pressure, nuclear 
steam rocket.
A rocket with a steam outlet temperature of 800 to 1100 Kelvin.
Vin got what he wanted, an an old-fashioned first generation, metallic 
fuel, pressurized light water submarine reactor, with a rocket nozzle 
welded to one end.
Water would spend seconds in the pressure vessel picking up heat, 
flashing to steam in the rocket nozzle.
A, simple as a horse and buggy, maintenance-free device for lifting 
water from the lunar South Pole, to L5.
At L5 other nuclear steam rockets would use the water as a reaction 
mass, setting sail for the asteroid belt.
Searching for the water found in carbonaceous chondrite asteroids.
Water needed for life, industry, and as a building material.
Water needed to send man to the stars.

The problem was getting a heavy, submarine reactor out of a deep gravity 
well.
Vin had to play hardball with his engineers getting what he wanted.
He wanted a reverse hybrid 1.5 stage rocket.
Most hybrids have solid fuel and a liquid oxidizer.
Vin was adamant, the engineers reluctantly giving him what he wanted.
The unnamed upper stage was the nuclear steam rocket, running on 
anhydrous ammonia.
The ammonia "steam" exhausted into the hollow core solid fuel booster 
reacting explosively with the oxidizer,
producing the need thrust.
The burned out solid booster, and external fuel tanks, would fall away, 
allowing the reactor core to achieve orbit,
where it would be "refueled" with lunar water, and put to work.

	_____

Lady Kathy pressed a button, a solenoid released a clamp, causing a 
bottle of champagne
to smash against a steel plate resting against the carbon fiber nose cone.
"I christen ye hope of mankind." She said into the microphone.
The brass band took up a patriotic tune.
The politicians smiled, shaking each others hands.
Everyone retreated to the block house, watching nuclear rocket #10, the 
last in the series,
climb into the sky, balancing on a ball of fire.
There was actually no need to launch this rocket, there were already 
nine of her sisters at work.
Vin had decided keeping a spare at the bottom of a gravity well, made no 
sense at all.
The fabrication shops at L5 had built the first of the replacement 
series, large, heavy, inefficient,
but able to get the job done.
These ponderous nuclear steam rockets, used Thorium as fuel, and 
asteroid water as reaction mass.
Mankind was no longer tied to planet earth, or even to lunar water.

	_____

Without VMAT2 the Greeks would have had steam powered ships, trains, and 
factories.
The Romans would have had nuclear power and supersonic flight.
Charlemagne would have had colonies on the moon.

While history books never gave him credit, Vin gave the human race two 
freedoms:
Freedom from VMAT2 based theocracy, and he gave mankind the stars.

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