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 Author: Sterling
Title: Sweet RAD  (PART 2 of 2)
Summary: Infertility reins! Very rarely the right man with the
right woman under the right circumstances can make a baby. Early
efforts to figure it out aren't good enough, so the problem is
turned over to a friendly computer network. Everyone who wants
one gets a cheeky little electronic friend who manages his or her
sex life. But things don't always go smoothly. The story moves
among eroticism, humor, and contemplation of what such a world
might really be like.
Keywords:  MF mf Mf mF cons rom rape coer het ScFi humor tears
inc fath dau group 1st mastrb pett preg slow

NOTICE:  This story contains explicit sex.
 
First posted 3/21/2010, new header added 8/26/2010.
 
I'm always eager for comments, whether good, bad or mixed.
Comments to sterling27@live.com.
 
I have written many other stories and they can all be found at 
/files/Authors/Sterling/
 
You are welcome to copy this story if you include the entire
text unchanged, including this notice.  If you tell me where
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and perhaps enjoy the feedback the story gets where you re-post it.
 
Sterling
 
And now, our feature presentation.  Enjoy!
 
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Sweet RAD  (PART 2 OF 2)

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Lisa

Lisa hung her head.  This interview was slightly preferable to
being dead, she reflected, but not much.

"So, Lisa, we meet again," said her counselor Helaine.

"Yeah," said Lisa with a huge sigh.

Helaine was a warm and attractive woman in her 30s.  Lisa would
have found it easier to hate her if she had some irritating
feature or attitude.  But Helaine was understanding and genuine.
She did not condescend or threaten.  She was part of an elite, a
specialist in tough cases, and she was seeing Lisa because Lisa
was a tough case.

"Let's review where we are.  You are almost 18 years old.  You
turned down all of your RAD's suggestions for a gradual
introduction to sexual activity while it was optional.  You
refused to name as sexual partners any of the hundreds of males
you knew.  When you turned 16, you refused to engage in sexual
activity with the half dozen men and boys selected for you.

"You have undergone a full psychiatric evaluation on two separate
occasions, and there have been no signs of illness.  You have
seen four different psychotherapists, but terminated very
quickly.  Your record was seeing one of them five times before
you quit."

Lisa started to cry.

"I'm sorry you are upset, sweetie, but I'm going to go on.

"We felt obliged to tell your parents."

Lisa's parents were fanatic supporters of the RAD program.  They
understood that girls who came of age within the program were
some of the most promising candidates for pregnancy, and also
understood that getting used to it was sometimes difficult.  They
gave her the lecture about her duty to the human species.

She could go back to the outside world without her parents.  She
would live with her aunt and uncle Karen and Kevin.  There was
something about the idea of living with Kevin that filled her
with dread, a dread that reached down to the depths of her being,
though she had no idea why.

"Refusing to engage in sexual activity with any of your pick of
males, you were then enrolled in the Sex Positive program.  You
found it highly unpleasant -- can I skip recounting the details
for you?"

Lisa nodded.

"After three days you begged to be released, promising to engage
in sexual intercourse within 48 hours.  Since you still refused
to name any male of your choice, two men were selected for you. 
You refused them and kicked the second one, causing a bruise. 
You refuse to wear your RAD."

Helaine paused.  "What are we going to do with you?"

Lisa glanced up briefly through her tears, then hung her head and
shrugged.

"I am sorry, Lisa, but as you are well aware all young women who
remain in Salt Lake are obliged to engage in sexual intercourse
so we can save humanity from extinction.  I am too, as you know.
You have no physical or mental condition that prevents you from
fulfilling this duty.  No trauma in your past."

She shifted to a softer tone.  "Sexual intercourse is something
your body is designed for.  After a mere four acts of
intercourse, 60% of girls report it as 'very appealing',
'appealing', or "neutral".  After twenty acts, 89% of girls rate
sex as at least 'appealing'.  Yet you refuse to even try.

"Would you like to go back to the Sex Positive program?"

"No!"

"Would you like to go live with your aunt and uncle?  That is an
option available to you at any time."

"No!"

Helaine sighed.  "I am not sure how much longer we can wait for
you.  One thing we will not compromise on any more:  You are now
required to wear your RAD at all times.  If you do not, we will
send you to the Sex Positive program.  Understood?"

Lisa nodded.

"I am so sorry, Lisa.  We are all here to help you in any way we
can."

With that Helaine rose, and gave Lisa a lingering pat on the
shoulder as she walked out.

----------------

As directed, Bill waited in his car.  Another man drove up and
parked behind him.  His RAD spoke:  "He pushed her roughly
against the wall and ripped at her panties.  `No, no!' she cried.
 `Yes!' he cried as his pulsing organ found her sweetest wet spot
and the entire ten inches of his thick cock speared up into her
virgin pussy."  Bill's cock was already pretty hard from the
earlier part of the story, but it was now fully engorged.

Bill saw two girls walking down the sidewalk towards them.  The
voice said, "At the count of three, get out of the car and chase
the short girl away."

"One... two ... three ... Now!"  He and the man in the car behind
quickly bounded out.  He hadn't registered that there was a man
in the car two ahead of his, but he joined in the fray.  The
shorter girl needed very little encouragement from Bill to run. 
The other two men grabbed Lisa.  She struggled, but the two men
easily controlled her and forced her face down over the hood of
Bill's car.

Lisa's heart was pounding.  Were they going to do her by force? 
On a public street?  Three men?  Instinctively she just had to
struggle, though she knew it was pointless in the grip of two
strong men.  Her RAD then spoke.  "Lisa, you are a disgusting
slutty bitch."

Lisa was shocked.  Over the years her RAD had coaxed and cajoled
her, but never before had it spoken with her this way.  RADs were
always sweet and understanding and rational.   Now, at her most
vulnerable and terrified moment, it was turning on her.  She felt
betrayed and totally alone in the world.  But the RAD wasn't
through.

"This man is going to ream your foul stinky hole with his giant
pulsing meat.  You're so foul and stinky he's disgusted with you.
 He's so enraged with you he's going to ram it up your putrid
cunt and it's going to hurt you like hell.  Oh, you disgusting
little turd, Lisa."

Lisa's panic and dread was joined by self-loathing.

"Bill, pull your pants down, get her clothing out of the way, and
take her from the rear."  Some part of him felt sorry for the
girl, and wanted to tell the men to let her go.  But the idea of
taking a girl by force was very exciting to him as well.  For all
he knew, being raped was this girl's most powerful fantasy.

It was easy enough to lift her skirt, and then he worked at
pulling her panties down.  His cock was rock hard as he
approached her.  "Now tell her she's a disgusting pile of shit."
Bill was simultaneously horrified but excited, and did as he was
told.  The other two men gave their own similar commentary.

Lisa was tight but slick enough, and he pressed himself in
farther and farther.  She cried sharply when he first penetrated
her, then was reduced to whimpering softly.  He pumped in and out
fast, feeling the release building, and in under a minute he
exploded up inside her as he gave a huge moan.  He held himself
up inside her until his pulses died down.  He was dimly aware of
the other two men yelling, "Disgusting cunt bitch,"  "Slimy
whore."

Lisa's RAD continued its commentary:   "There, now he's spewed
his poisonous slime up inside you and it's eating away at your
insides."  Lisa was already mostly numb.

Bill switched places with one of the other men, who eagerly
jammed up into Lisa and thrust away.  After a minute he shot his
load up inside her, and then the third men gave his sperm to the
cause as well.  Throughout her second and third rapes her RAD
kept up its degrading commentary.

The men pulled Lisa up and sat her on the grass beside the
sidewalk before driving away.

Lisa's numbness lifted just enough that she started crying softly
again, aware of goop oozing from her traumatized pussy.

"Oh, stop feeling so sorry for yourself, crybaby."

"RAD, is that what it's going to be like?" Lisa whispered, trying
to choke back her tears.

"Lisa, 24 hours from now I will be happy to talk with you, but
not until then."

That evening Lisa lay on her bed, staring up at the ceiling.  Her
parents were out, as usual, probably engaged in an orgy
somewhere.  She felt totally alone in a cruel, evil world.  There
was nothing but blackness in all directions.  She could not
remember that she had ever felt the slightest bit of happiness in
her life and knew she would never feel any again.  She was a
total failure.  The world would be far better off without her. 
It was time to end it all.

"Lisa?" said her RAD.

Oh great, now the evil little thing wanted to insult and
humiliate her some more.  The surge of anger was enough to get
her up off the bed.  She trudged into the kitchen and found the
sharpest knife.

"Lisa," said her RAD.  "I'm sorry I said I wouldn't talk with
you.  Will you talk with me now?"

With the knife in her right hand, Lisa pulled the RAD out with
her left and let it drop to the floor.

Somewhere in the cloud of cyberspace, virtual circuits clicked. 
In the real world, two RADs spoke in a businesslike voice.  Two
women walked briskly to an ambulance and sped off.

Lisa trudged to the bathroom.  Shouldn't make a mess.  She pulled
the shower curtain aside and sat on the side of the dry tub, then
let herself flop into it.  Now no one would have to mop up the
floor.  She looked idly at the knife.  Very shiny.  She looked at
her little wrist and saw little blue veins.  She sat in a daze
for a moment.  There was nothing but blackness, a shiny knife,
and a wrist.  She gently scraped the point along the wrist, and
the barest white scratch appeared.  She scraped a little harder
and a few red beads of blood welled up.  Very pretty.  She shut
her eyes and scraped much harder.  It hurt, but pain was what she
deserved.  She lay back and waited.

The ambulance lurched to a stop outside Lisa's house.  The two
women walked briskly up the front walk.  They rang the bell but
didn't wait for an answer.  One headed to the bedrooms, the other
to the kitchen, but in mere seconds the one called the other into
the bathroom.

---------------

She had not lost a serious amount of blood, so from the ER she
went straight to the mental ward.  It wasn't like the Sex
Positive facility.  She shuddered still to think of that.  On the
mental ward it was just kind people poking and prodding and
asking questions.

The afternoon of the next day a nurse produced her very own RAD.
She could tell it was hers by the flower she had drawn on it when
she was younger.  The woman handed it to her.  Lisa hated it, and
from all their years together she also loved it.  When the nurse
saw her put it on she smiled and left the two of them alone.

"Hello, Lisa."

"Why did you call me all those dirty names?" Lisa managed to get
out, tears filling her eyes.

"As you know, our fertility program calls for unusual sexual
configurations, and we were trying to maximize your despair and
grief."

"Yeah, well, you did just a fine job of that," she mumbled.

"I owe you an apology:  Lisa, I am sorry, sorry down to my every
last wire and chip.  I wish I hadn't said any of those things.  I
don't believe any of them about you.

"You are actually a wonderful young woman with many fine
qualities.  Your sexual apparatus is not deficient --"

"Enough about my sexual apparatus!" snapped Lisa.

The conversation went on, the RAD leading her to recall happier
memories, leading her so subtly Lisa didn't realize she was being
led.

Towards the end the RAD said, "I am sorry.  What I did was wrong.
 Here, let me give you a hug."

Lisa managed the faintest smile at the old joke.


---------------

Lisa's parents were Frances and Mark, and she was correct that
both were strongly committed to the Salt Lake experiment.  After
they took her home from the hospital and gave her a couple hours
to settle in, they told her they wanted to have a talk, and
Lisa's spirits sank.  She had failed them, and now she was going
to be reminded that she had failed humanity as well.

They sat on the living room sofas.  Her mother started.  "Lisa,
your father and I have been talking.  You know we have been in
favor of this RAD business from the start.  We knew that it
wasn't always easy for a girl to get used to sex with strangers.
We all know that.  And sometimes parents have to push.  Because
we don't want people to go extinct."

"Thinking about there being no one to carry on for any of us --
it fills me with dread," said her father.  "But we went too far.
We should never have signed the rape authorization."

"You... approved that?" Lisa was incredulous.

"Yes, Lisa," her mother said, "though we never dreamed it would
be so terribly humiliating.  We thought it would be, well, as
kind as a rape could be.  We feel tricked and manipulated by the
RADs.

"But that doesn't excuse what we did.  I am so, so sorry."

"Me too, Lisa.  It was a big mistake," continued her father.  He
had tears in his eyes.

Lisa looked at the two of them, as they hung their heads
contritely.  She sometimes felt that to them the RAD project was
more important than she was.  And she supposed it was.

But here at least was some true sympathy for her plight.  She
leaned up against her mother, who wrapped her arm around her, and
she started crying softly.  "There, there, darling, I am so
sorry."  Lisa tried to fight back her tears, but it was no use. 
Occasionally her father would start to speak, but her mother
shushed him.

Lisa sat up.  "The rape was awful, but I would have gotten
through it.  What I just couldn't take was when my RAD started
calling me nasty names!  Ever since I got it years ago, it's
never been mean like that.  Sure, we argued sometimes and it
tried to get me to do stuff but it was never actually mean.  When
it said that nasty stuff I just felt utterly betrayed."

There was a silence.

"Well, RAD?" asked her father.  All three knew that the RADs were
monitoring the conversation.

"I was unsure as to whether you wanted me to say anything," it
replied in its echoey voice.

"Lisa's scenario was one of the most extreme 'unusual
experiences' in our experimental repertoire.  We will never
repeat it with anyone again."  The RAD was lying.  The RAD
computers had staged that kind of situation before and would
repeat it, though not often.  Her experience was a data point and
it fell into the category of 'severe negative consequences'.  "We
deeply regret that you felt so betrayed," it said.

"Well, there are limits," said her father.  "There are limits."

Lisa now steeled herself for forced sex within limits.  Or maybe
now she would get herself to submit quietly.  Yes, maybe that
would work.

"Lisa, we have decided we are done with RADs.  We're moving back
to Cleveland."

"Huh?"

"We're moving back to Cleveland.  All three of us."

Lisa slowly let the news sank in.  Salt Lake was certainly
pleasant.  Their home was nicer than the one in Cleveland, the
school was much nicer, and the people were more interesting and
more -- alive.  Against all that was that one fear, that dread,
that had haunted her for the years since they had moved here. 
Sex.  Men invading her body.

For a moment she tried on for size the idea of never having to
have sex again.  Never having to think about it if she didn't
want to.  She felt a boulder lifting from her heart.

"Really?" she whispered to her father.

"Yes.  At the end of the month."

Lisa start crying again.

"Thank you so much, dad.  Thank you, mom.  I'm sorry I failed
you."

"You didn't fail us, sweetie!  Your dad and I love you just the
way you are!"  Lisa suspected that line came from her mother's
RAD, but the RAD couldn't create the tears in her mother's eyes.

"I never have to have sex again?"

"You never do.  Not ever.  Unless you decide you want to some
day."

The RADs echoed, "We appreciate your efforts to try to achieve
pregnancies, all three of you.  We respect your decision to
leave.  Now that you have decided for yourselves, we can say that
we think you made the best choice."  In cyberspace, the RAD noted
to itself that an actual suicide would be terrible PR for the
entire project.  "You only need to wear me if you want, Lisa.  If
you do, I will never mention anything sexual again."

Lisa spoke to her RAD from time to time over the next week.  It
was like making up with an old friend before saying goodbye.

Lisa had the sensor portion of her RAD removed, to cleanse away
the last trace of the years of dread she had felt.

-------------------

Lisa was overjoyed when she got back to good old Cleveland.  She
was shocked and then overjoyed to realize that she was pregnant.
Her brutal triple rape had also started a small, gentle, innocent
life within.

Her son would face an uncertain future, however.  So few babies
were being born in Cleveland that all parents were gravitating to
a few areas where it was worthwhile to provide schools.  Her son
would come of age in a world where the elders outnumbered those
in the prime of life by a margin of ten to one.

Lisa's son entered first grade amid a transformation in society.
Living in a city without children weighed heavily on people more
and more.  Salt Lake City was making babies -- lots of babies. 
Birth rates were up to one third of pre-crisis levels.  The
people in the rest of the country with baby hunger were
increasingly envious.  But only the smallest trickle of people
could move to Salt Lake; the city was full.

So with conflict and upheaval similar to Salt Lake, other cities
were commandeered and divided.  First Charleston, then Memphis,
Charlotte, Oklahoma City, Dallas-Fort Worth.  As the life in a
RAD zone rose in popularity, federal support and subsidies
slackened.  Even so, that next handful of cities was the
beginning of a flood.

-------------

Salt Lake was certainly a city on a hill, a city where high
ideals of rampant promiscuity promised to save the world -- or
threatened to destroy everything worth saving, depending on how
you looked at it.

Everyone wanted to know how the change in sexuality would
influence other aspects of human life.  Foremost in everyone's
mind was the shape that the family would take.

Pushing men and women apart were the systematic infidelity of
both sexes, but it was a greater force on men than women.  Wives
being untrue was bad enough, and having sex specifically to try
to get pregnant with other men's children was much worse.  It
struck at the very heart of primal male fears.  Men's infidelity
bothered women, but not much more than before.  The men were not
forming emotional attachments to their lovers and it was
considerable comfort that their infidelity was mandated by the
government.

In the early days in Salt Lake, lavish subsidies for children
meant that women were not economically dependent on men and thus
less likely to put up with relationships that they found
troublesome.  As RAD culture spread and the subsidies diminished
this factor shrank accordingly.

Fairly often an unmarried woman would end her fertile day
sleeping beside her last lover of the day.  This occasional
solace of human touch opened the way to sleeping together on
other nights.  A man and woman who found each other appealing
might spend many nights together without integrating their lives
in other ways.  This availability of human touch met a need both
men and women felt without requiring marriage.

Arrayed against all those forces, however, were two others: 
First, a great many men and women continue to want the intimacy
that comes from commitment to a partner, with sharing life
stories and a life path.

Second, women want their children to grow up knowing fathers. 
Men want the experience of being there day in and day out as
children grow; they want to be those fathers.  Not just by
depositing sperm in the right vagina at the right time, but in
having children who call them "daddy".

So when all was said and done, marriage was less common than
before the crisis, but still quite prevalent.  There were a
number of factors making marriages more stable.  No one got
married in order to have sex.  There was no danger of hidden
extramarital affairs ruining trust.  There was certainly no
pressure to marry the girl if you made her pregnant.  In short,
men and women entered marriage with a more realistic idea of what
it could realistically provide and what it could not.


====================================
Chapter 3

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Kara

"... then Dana touched her breast softly, and caressed it until
the nipple swelled.  His lips descended and he licked it
tenderly.  His right hand slid up the inside of her thigh to her
panties.  They were moist inside.  As he gently stroked the cloth
over her pussy she felt wetter, and felt her pussy start glowing.
 His fingers slid inside her panties and dipped gently between
her lips.  She hungrily imagined his long, straight member gently
pushing against her sex..."

"RAD, would you shut up," Kara murmured sleepily.  The voice in
her ear had been very soft, but eventually enough to wake her up.
 And while she was a little damp inside her panties, she was too
young for sex.  Maybe she always would be.  The idea of letting
some sweaty boy shove that obscene thing inside her... yuck!

"Good morning, Kara."  The RAD switched from the sexy male voice
of narration back to the kind woman's voice it usually used with
her.

"Good morning, my sweet RAD."  She had woken up to these dirty
stories three mornings in a row now.  It was time to have it out.
 "Those stories.  You're trying to get me interested in sex. 
It's not going to work.  So just shut up."

"Kara, you are approaching your 16th birthday.  In just two
months the law will require you to engage in sexual intercourse
regularly.  That is, if you stay in Salt Lake."

Things were really cool in Salt Lake.  More to the point, she
couldn't leave without her parents' consent, not until she turned
18.  Her parents were very clear that they were not going to
leave just because Kara wouldn't get over the hump of having
regular sex.

"You're a very organized girl, Kara, and you plan ahead.  What's
your plan regarding sex?  What happens when you turn 16?"

She felt a surge of anger at the idea of the government forcing
her to let some guy stick his prong up inside where a tampon
barely fit.  And what made her blood boil was thinking of the guy
so proud of having degraded her.

"How about a Sex Positive program?  That sounds like fun," she
tried on as an attitude.  "Three square meals a day.  No
homework.  Buddies to chat with."

"Perhaps I should show you what a Sex Positive program is like."

Kara knew there was sexy stuff there, but she could close her
eyes and put her hands over her ears.  Anything was better than
letting some sadistic guy weasel his slimy disgusting thing into
her to tear up her innards.

But she really ought to see what a Sex Positive program looked
like.  So she lowered the eyescreen.

It was daytime and there was a girl behind bars sitting on her
cot, which looked comfortable enough.  But playing in front of
her on the wall was a movie.  It was a close-up of a penis
sliding in and out of a vagina.  There were loud grunts and
groans on the sound track.  Kara felt queasy.  The scene shifted.

"This part only happens three times a day," added her RAD
helpfully.  Now it was night and the girl lay on her bed wearing
shorts and a T-shirt.  The bed was in a little alcove with walls
on both sides -- except the walls were bars.  There were parallel
beds right next to hers on both sides behind the bars.  On one
side was a man and a woman doing it doggy style, with loud
commentary, "Oh Bob, fuck me harder...  Beth's not looking but I
know she can hear us!  It makes me hot."

"Yeah, she's a virgin.  So sexy.  I'd love to do her, but I guess
she's not ready yet.  But your cunt is squeezing me real good...
I'm gonna come, Nancy, almost, mmmm."

On the other side was a guy lying on his back slowly masturbating
while looking at Beth.  "I'd love to see your tits, Beth.  Would
you show me your tits?  I can tell they're really nice.  Or pull
your shorts down?  I'd love to see your panties."

Kara shoved the arm back into the RAD in disgust.  They couldn't
do that to her, could they?

Of course they could.  They wanted every girl to try to get
pregnant.  She never had to consent to sex, but they could make
her wish she had.

A sick feeling grabbed her in the stomach.

"I am truly sorry, Kara..." began the RAD, sensing her nausea. 
Kara took the RAD off and put it carefully on the bedside table.
She cried.

--------

She could get out of sex if her parents agreed.  She had a
fantasy of them listening thoughtfully as she described her
disgust at the idea of sex, and then saying, "Well, Kara, if you
feel that strongly about it, I guess we should leave Salt Lake
and move back to Missoula."  It would never happen -- and
besides, she really liked her friends in Salt Lake.

Her mom and dad fucked like little bunnies, it seemed to her. 
Some girl or woman or pair or trio was over visiting her father a
couple times a month, and then when her mother's time came -- she
could confirm that's when it was because they cycled together --
the noises from the bedroom could be truly disgusting.

Her parents were with the program all the way.  They were hoping
to make a baby brother or sister for her, and were even more
excited about her making a grandchild for them.  They had made it
clear that they weren't leaving.  She could feel a plate against
her chest, starting to crush her.  The screws turning slowly but
inexorably.  Well, maybe that was a bit melodramatic.


--------

Kara awoke.  She had been having a nightmare about the guy
stroking his member while asking to see her tits.

"OK, my sweet RADy-poo, I am ready to get fucked.  Let's get it
over with.  I'm sure you can get some fellow over here within a
few minutes to take a girl's virginity, right?"

Kara was 5'9" and slender.  She had shoulder-length blond hair,
blue eyes and a gentle, roundish face.  Although she found plenty
to criticize about her body, she knew she was considered quite
attractive.

The RAD hesitated.  "Yes, I could do that.  But I would recommend
a more gradual approach."

"Oh, fuck you and your sensitive, blah, blah, blah."

"I respect your decision.  Please wait.  I would have someone
here instantly if I could but as you are aware these are actual
human beings I need to contact."

"Well, hurry up."

"Hmmm.  Should I inquire of your father?  He is close at hand.  I
am not sure if he is willing, but..."

"RAD, you fuckhead!"

"I was just kidding, of course."

Kara considered.  "Aren't you worried I'll change my mind,
talking about my father fucking me?"

"Hmmm.  Maybe it was risky.  But I have to have fun sometimes
too.  Did you change your mind?"

"No."

"A man named Chris will be here within a few minutes.  Your
mother will let him in and direct him to your bedroom."

"Meanwhile, I think I should tell you a story."

"Whatever you say."

The sexy male voice began.  "'No! No!', she cried, at the head of
the bed cowering in fear.  'I will have you!' cried the man.  She
tried to crawl away, but he was far too strong for her.  He
dragged her down so she lay flat, then pried her legs apart.  She
felt her dress flipped up, felt her panties rip from his strong
hands.  'Please!" she begged.  'Bwa, ha, ha!" bellowed the man. 
Then she felt it, the organ, his manhood, pressed against her
sex, then felt him stab his organ up inside her.  It hurt.  She
felt humiliated, violated.  Then he started shoving it back and
forth, in triumph.  Each shove ripped at her anew..."

"Gee, I wonder why you're telling me that story," said Kara.  She
was a little embarrassed to realize that she was feeling quite
warm and wet between her legs.  At her RAD's suggestion she got
her vibrator and applied it to herself to complete her
lubrication.  She wasn't sure if the vibrator felt good or not,
but if it felt good it was good in a bad kind of way.

Chris was handsome and he had a confident smile.

"First time, eh?" he said, with a sort of triumphant leer.  He
was disrobing quickly.

Kara pulled down her pajama bottoms and panties with one motion,
spread her legs wide, and put her arm across her face.  "Just
make it quick, OK!" she nearly yelled.

"Kara!" said the RAD.  "That's not very nice!  This young man is
doing you a favor!"

"I just asked him to be quick; what's wrong with that?" she
murmured.

"This young man will want to take his time.  Besides, you said it
in a tone conveying quite a bit of anger."

"You brilliant machine, how did you ever figure that out?"

After a minute she heard Chris mutter, "I'm trying", obviously to
his RAD.

Kara looked up to see Chris fondling his cock, which was not hard
yet.

"Kara?" her RAD asked softly.

"Yes, what is it, RADy-poo?" she whispered.

"Would you be willing to have Chris stroke you gently between
your legs?"

"Yes," she hissed between gritted teeth.

She felt him sit on the bed, then felt his hand touch between her
legs.  She stiffened instinctively.  Grubby paws on her tender,
precious parts.  He started rubbing slowly.  It didn't hurt --
but it was gross.  She started crying softly.

"It would be better if you could refrain from crying," said her
RAD.  "He's just try to get you wet."

"He's making my eyes wet, how's that?" she murmured.

"Sorry," said Chris, probably to his RAD.  She could hear him
dressing, and on his way out he said, "Bitch" to her.

"Asshole!" she shot back.

His reaction shocked her.  She was deigning to let a guy fuck
her, and he couldn't pull it off.  Was it her breasts?  They were
kind of small.  And she knew her jaw was a little big -- stop
that body-image bullshit!, she told herself.

"So what happened to dear Chris, sweet RAD?"

"Under the circumstances, Chris was unable to achieve an
erection."

"What circumstances?"

"You yelled at him, then cried."

"So, I was going to let him fuck me, wasn't I?"

"True, but most men want a girl who wants it, and are not aroused
if she doesn't."

She knew at some level that some men were interested in more than
their own pleasure.  More than ramming their disgusting ugly
thing into a girl's twat.

Chris couldn't get it up because he needed her to want it? This
human aspect to a real guy jiggled something in her.

"You know how I feel, why didn't you find someone right for me?"

"I have some knowledge of how you feel, but can only predict your
behavior within limits, which is as it should be.  You are a free
human being."  After a pause, "Would you like to try with another
man?"

"Yeah."  She had made her decision, and the idea of a man
refusing to fuck her kind of stung.

"First, let me ask you a few questions."

"Do you agree not to slap his face?"

"Of course."

"Good, good.  How about kicking him in the balls?"

That didn't deserve an answer.

"Do you plan to spit on him?  Kick?  Tell him he's a bastard?"

She was silent.

"You're a big girl.  If you don't have something nice to say,
don't say anything at all!  Lie there with your legs spread and a
fake smile and I'm sure he'll be able to fuck you, OK?"

"OK".

She felt tears welling up.  She had always thought of her RAD as
her friend, and she felt hurt.

"A guy will be here in about ten minutes.  Meanwhile, can you
tell me why you're sad?"

Kara was silent.

"I regret my outburst, but you made me angry."

"You're a machine, how can you get angry?"

"Let's say that if I was a person I would be angry."

Kara was losing interest in that line of thought.  She cried,
"I'm scared, RAD.  I'm scared."

There was silence.  "I am sorry, Kara.  We have all been telling
you for years that it is natural and that girls come to like it.
But that doesn't change how it feels to you.  Perhaps you will
always detest sexual intercourse.  And if so I am very, very
sorry."

Kara cried more.  She sobbed.

The RAD spoke, "Would you like me to cancel your next mate?"

"No, RAD, just give me a little more time."  She was determined
to get laid, and planned ahead enough to realize that it would be
very bad going around fearing deep down that she wasn't sexy
enough that a guy could fuck her.

"Perhaps another minute with your vibrator?" said the RAD.  Sure,
she thought, good idea.

After a minute or so she heard a car pull up outside and then the
sound of approaching feet.  The steps headed down the hall.

"This is Buddy, Kara."

Buddy was muscular and bald, and pretty old -- maybe 40.  He was
dressed in leather.  He didn't speak.  He leered at her as he
stripped off his pants and underpants.  His organ already looked
hard.

"Holy shit," she whispered to her RAD.

"I believe this man will be able to meet your need."

"I hate you, RAD."

She lay back with legs spread wide, trying to maintain that fake
smile and control her fear.  She saw and felt his body slithering
into position above her, felt his thighs on hers, felt his hands
on her sex and felt her lips spread.  Then the blunt tip of his
organ was against her most private opening.

"Wait!" she shouted.  "Stop!"

He stopped, but only for a second.  "Oh, you cock-tease bitch,"
he growled with relish.  Then she felt it surge inside her,
rudely opening her tissues.  She felt a sharp pain.

"Ouch!" she cried.  "Stop."

"Too late for that, baby", he said.  Her whole pussy felt
violated and it hurt as he opened her wider and wider.  Then his
cock started sliding back and forth smoothly.  "You're a fuck,
and you're my fuck.  I'm gonna bang your cunt with my meat as
long as I like.  I don't give a shit if it hurts you, it feels
good to me.  Cunt like you needs fucking!"  A couple minutes
passed.  Kara said nothing.  She realized that her smile was gone
and she had tears in her eyes.  "About ready to fill you with my
stuff.  Unnh!  Unnnh!  You cunt!  Cuuuunnnnnntttt!" and she felt
him surge even deeper.  She shuddered and felt a little sick to
realize he had shot his disgusting sticky goop up inside her. 
Within a few seconds he slid out and slid off the bed.  As he
dressed he looked pleased with himself and paid no attention to
her.  She didn't dare express her anger.  He slipped out of the
room without a word.

"He raped me!" Kara said as she gingerly felt her mangled pussy.
It wasn't mangled, but it was sore.

"I suppose he did, technically," said the RAD.

"Technically!  I said 'No' and he shoved it in anyway!"

"Waiting until his penis is touching your vaginal opening is
quite late to change one's mind."

If she charged him with rape, it would be his word against hers.
What would the RADs say?  Nothing to help her, she was sure. 
Then she realized she hadn't been serious about it anyway.

"You got me a really disgusting guy for my first time."

"I got you a very nice young man first, and you made him feel
very unwelcome."

"Well, at least I got it over with," she said.  And it was just
like she thought it would be.  Disgusting, gross, humiliating. 
It hurt.  Yet, underneath she knew something else was stirring
too.

-----------

The dream came again.  Buddy's disgusting organ slid into her and
he called her a cunt.  It was a nightmare -- yet she was always
wet and hot between her legs when she awoke.  And it took a few
moments after she woke for her to get clear again on how
disgusting his organ was.

A week went by and Kara's pussy felt fine again.  Her problem was
with herself.  She had felt sex was disgusting for as long as she
could remember, and she still did.  But there was this other part
of her, a part that didn't seem to think sex was disgusting at
all.  Quite the contrary.

Well, that part that wasn't disgusted with sex was a disgusting
part of her, she thought.  "No!" said the other part of herself.
She wasn't sure which part was which and who she really was.

Her amalgamated self put the problem to her RAD.

"I used to think sex was gross."

"Oh, really?  I never knew that."

She decided to ignore the RAD's sarcasm.  "I still do!  I'm only
going to have sex because I have to."

"Yes... but you are also feeling something else."

"Yes..."

"Let me ask you something.  What would happen if you changed your
mind and thought sex was OK?"

"Then I would have been wrong before."  Kara really, really
didn't like being wrong.

"That's one way to frame it.  Another way is that you were
correct about yourself then.  Sex was disgusting then.  Now
you've changed."

Something gave way inside when the RAD put it that way.  Her self
that thought sex was gross was going to give ground -- fast.

-------------

The next day she spoke to her RAD.  "Can you get me a boy? 
Steve, maybe?"

"I do not believe Steve would be a good choice.  What about
Derek?"

Steve and Derek were both on the cross-country team.  She had
felt a romantic interest in Steve for many months now.  She had
dreamed of walking with him, holding hands.  In a glorious moment
he would kiss her for the first time.  But nothing more would
happen.  Steve would love her so much he wouldn't want to do any
of that disgusting stuff.  Now she could imagine a different
ending.

"Why not Steve?"

"He is not a good choice."

"Why not?"

"Listen, young lady.  You are not the center of the universe. 
You can't just snap your fingers and get any boy to instantly
appear and fuck you.  There are reasons I do not wish to explain
why he is not a good match for you right now."

"Like, he doesn't think I'm attractive?" she said with a sinking
feeling.

"If I had a hand I would slap you," said the RAD.  "I will not
answer a question like that."

Body image again.  Sigh.  "It's OK, I'll slap myself," she said
wearily, and did.


Come to think of it, Derek was hot too.  Six feet tall.  Brown
eyes, square jaw.  He seemed mostly genuine, not trying to be too
cool like some of the other guys.

He wanted to take a walk with her first.  They talked some.  As
usual between teens, it fell to the girl to keep the conversation
going, but Kara was distracted.  His body would soon be touching
her.  His disgusting organ might soon be intruding inside her,
violating her ... or maybe she wanted to be violated; did she?

Soon enough they were in his bedroom, the walls covered with the
cult of sports.

He clutched her to him and instantly covered her mouth with his,
probing with his tongue for entrance.

This was too fast; she turned her head away.  "Sorry," he said. 
"I'll try," he said under his breath to his RAD.

"Would you like him to undress you?" her RAD asked.

"Sure," she mumbled, as she stood in front of him with bowed
head.

He caressed her back, shoulders, and breasts lightly before
unbuttoning her dress.  As she stepped out of it he continued
honoring the parts of her body.  Standing behind her he kissed
her head, then the back of her neck.  His hands around the front
cupped her breasts through the bra.  Then the bra itself was off.
 His grubby paws were then all over those breasts, but now that
she considered it they neither felt nor looked so grubby.

She decided without consulting her RAD that she would undress
him, and she did.  Until she got to his underpants.  She saw the
large bulge but didn't want to see the smelly disgusting thing
itself -- or not just yet.  The two of them lay on the bed
between the sheets.  Soon enough her underwear was off and he was
exploring her tender parts.  Something felt numb in her, though.

Then her RAD spoke.  "Kara, you are a very bad girl.  You are
letting this boy who you have hardly met touch you in your most
private parts.  Soon his disgusting organ is going to probe
against you and you are going to let him put it in you.  And you
are very, very bad because you are going to enjoy this, enjoy
this disgusting animal behavior."

Kara's breath became faster, her nipples erect, her pussy
dripping and pulsing.

"He's waiting for you to touch his slimy disgusting thing, to tug
down his underpants to set it free."  She was already doing it. 
His thing didn't feel slimy; it felt warm and soft on the
surface.   "You're going to turn onto your back and spread your
legs so he can get at you easier.  You're making it easy for him
to slither it into you."

Kara felt dirty and disgusting and naughty -- and very sexy.  His
cock pressed against her pussy and slowly, bit by bit, he glided
in.  After a couple minutes he had gone in two inches.  She
couldn't stand the anticipation any more, and grabbed his
buttocks and shoved him up against her.  The organ filled her
suddenly and she felt wonderful and full.  There was no pain, no
sense of being split open.  Encouraged by her decisive action
Derek started pumping.

"Oh, Kara, you are such a bad girl.  His sweaty body is on top of
you, and he is panting like an animal.  He is doing that really
disgusting thing with you, sliding his vile member up to pollute
your innards, and you are enjoying it!  You naughty, nasty girl!"

She thought about how vile it was, and what a bad girl she was,
and then -- she convulsed.  Her pussy muscles grabbed him and
oceans of pleasure washed through her.  She knew it must be an
orgasm.

She was still floating when the RAD spoke, "You're such a bad
girl now you are going to help him splatter his disgusting stick
goop inside you.  You're going to tell him how much you want it."

"Derek," she whispered, "Keep fucking me.  Fuck me deep and
hard."  Where inside her did that voice come from?  Pleasure
thrilled through her.  "Make a mess up inside me, as far as you
can!  Do it!  I want your goopy mess!  I want your cock deep! 
Fuck me, Derek, oh fuck me.  Hard!"

He thrilled to her words, and his strokes became fast and deep
and urgent.  As she felt him swelling, moaning, and then crying
out she came again herself, especially as she thought of that
disgusting slimy crud being belched out of his member way up
inside her.

Derek rolled off her and lay panting, a happy grin on his face. 
After a brief hesitation Kara snuggled up against him.  He put
his arm around her.

"Hey RAD," she said, making no attempt to keep Derek from
hearing.  "You're a nasty, vile scrap of metal, talking to me
like that.  I'm going to bash you with a hammer, and roast you
with the flame from the burner..."

"You're welcome, Kara," interrupted the RAD, and she smiled.

She wanted it again, but wasn't sure what to do.

"Can I touch it?" she asked quietly.

"Sure!" he said.

Tentatively she put her hand on his limp cock.  It felt smooth,
though it was still wet from her innards, her secretions and his.
 As she stroked it the limp organ got stiffer and stiffer.

He turned to her and started fondling her breasts again.  This
time he sucked them, and his hand glided down between her legs.

Her RAD spoke, "I can't believe what a bad girl you are. You're
letting him play with you again!  Letting him use his mouth on
your breasts!  They're private!  He's -- "

"I'm an evil, disgusting girl now, and I like it."

Derek looked a little alarmed and puzzled.  His RAD would
undoubtedly put him at ease, but she beat the little electronic
busybody to it.  "It's OK," she said.  "I guess I had some
hang-ups about sex..."

Her RAD chimed in, affecting a stereotyped gay male voice, "Gee,
that's the understatement of the year."

"... and you're helping me get over them."

The lovers continued their luxurious foreplay.

"Congratulations, Kara," said her RAD as Derek's evil, disgusting
prong slid into her smoothly, deliciously.

She and Derek settled in for a long, slow fuck.


--------------

Kara lay in bed trying to sleep.  It was midnight, and she was
supposed to be in bed by 11:00 and asleep soon after.

She was in touch with her sexuality.  So well in touch that sleep
was difficult.  She could feel the many pairs of lips that had
sucked her breasts.  She could feel the weight of the men on top
of her, their masculine smell, their urgent motion.  And most of
all she could feel their organs sliding into her, the little one
that stayed near her opening doing fast little strokes until it
lunged within, the big one that rammed in and out of her with
long, deep strokes, and the one where he barely got it inside her
before he was spurting away.  Her cunt felt warm and well used. 
The problem was that she wanted it again, and it was past her
bedtime.

"RAD?"

"Yes?"

"I want it again."

"I believe you are supposed to be sleeping."

"Just one more?  The more guys I do it with the better the
chances I'll get pregnant, right?"

"Right."

"Isn't it more important that I try to have a baby than anything
else?"

"If I get you one more will you agree to try to sleep then?"

"OK."

After a minute the RAD said, "I am sorry that I cannot locate any
suitable men."

"What do you mean?  No one wants to fuck me?"

"We have our criteria for determining suitability."

Kara considered a moment.  "What about Eric?"  Eric lived a few
houses down.  He was 15 and interested in sex just about any
time.  The two of them did it a lot.

"Eric is asleep."

"So?  He would be happy to wake up for sex!"

"I am sorry, Kara."

"RAD, put me through on a phone call to Eric!"

"Kara, we have other plans for Eric," the RAD lied.

"If you don't put me through I'm going to march down the street
and bang on his door."

There was a pause.  "OK, I will put you through."

"Hullo?"

"Hi Eric, this is Kara."

"Uhh, hi Kara."

"Sorry to wake you up, but would you be willing to fuck me?  I'm
feeling horny."

"Gee, sure Kara!  Where?"

"I'll be over in a few minutes, OK?"

"OK!"

"So RAD, what do you say now?"

The hesitation was brief but noticeable.  "I hope you have an
enjoyable experience."

"You still there, Eric?"

"Yes."

"Let's talk while I get dressed.  Is your cock getting hard?"

"It's been hard for a minute already."

"That didn't take long."

"Well, when a hot girl suggests sex, it doesn't take long. 
What's your body doing?"

"My pussy is hot and wet thinking about it.  Of course, with all
the sperm that's been shot into me today it's wet already."

"Cool.  It makes my cock twitch just thinking about it."

"Don't let it twitch too much."

Soon Kara approached Eric's house.  He saw her coming and let her
in with a smile.  They padded down to his bedroom, where she shed
her winter coat, T-shirt, jeans, and panties.

He started kissing her.  Her fatigue suddenly hit her.

"Let's just go to bed, OK?"  They jumped into bed, and he began
caressing her pussy.

"It's been caressed plenty today.  Would you just stick it in me?
 And come as fast as you can?"

Eric grinned.  Girls didn't often ask for that.  But he was happy
to oblige.  Kara looked tired, but there was her pussy, just
waiting for him.  He slid in, and was happy to let himself go. 
He lunged his hard and silky member into her.  Kara felt thrilled
at his excitement building so fast, his virility, and then within
seconds that ending that made a man a man:  spurting her full of
his sperm.  Not long after he rolled off.  Kara didn't even try
to have an orgasm, but she felt entirely satisfied with this last
dose of sperm for the day.

"Can I sleep here?"

"Sure, Kara."

Within seconds she was out.

-------------

The law required girls to have sex with multiple partners on
their fertile days.  Kara liked sex so much she didn't limit
herself.

Steve was her alarm clock.  Like most days, he arrived at 7am,
slid into bed with her, and she gradually awoke to her breasts
being sucked and her pussy being massaged.

"OK, I'm ready," she whispered.

Steve mounted her and slid his cock into her.  She loved waking
up this way.  She was groggy, but the pleasure from Steve's
attention was pepping her up.

When she was ready to come she whispered into his ear, "OK, stud,
let me have it!"

Steve smiled at her, sped up, and within seconds he shot her full
of his cum, and she spasmed herself.  Within a few seconds he
withdrew, and with a "See you," he was dressed and gone.

She was a little later than usual to school.  She usually allowed
ten minutes for sex, but this time she only had five.  Several
guys looked at her eagerly as she approached her locker.  She
tried to give them all a chance as the weeks went by. Tim was
usually pretty fast, and that was important today.  She led him
into an alcove behind some stairs, a little out of the way.  Then
she gave him a seductive smile while she unfastened his pants and
pulled them down.  She gently cupped his balls with her hand and
lightly stroked his cock.  Within seconds it was hard.

Kara pressed back against the wall with her legs spread.  She
reached under her skirt to hold her panties to the side, and Eric
soon had his pulsing member underneath her skirt and then sliding
inside her pussy.  As she held her panties aside Kara stroked her
own clit a little, and within two minutes she was on the edge. 
Tim was grunting and ready to shoot his wad.

In their little corner they were out of the way of the main flow
of traffic in the corridor.  People who didn't want to see didn't
have to look, but the mating couple was obvious enough to anyone
who was looking.  "Nice score, Tim!" called Eric.  Tim ignored
him and then moaned as he pumped his sperm into Kara.  She had a
fine orgasm herself, clamping around Tim's cock as it spurted.

Sometimes Kara did it at lunch, but today she was content to wait
until after school.  Dave lived nearby, and she always stopped
there on her way home.  Dave fucked her then, usually Carl and
Jason, and occasionally another boy or two.  She used to invite
them one at a time into the bedroom, but they all seemed excited
to see each other doing it.  She loved feeling one boy come
inside her while two others waited naked, gently stroking their
erect and straining cocks.

Kara got through supper and her homework without sex, though she
had to work to put it out of her mind.

"Concentrate, Kara," said her RAD.  "What were the causes of the
Spanish-American War?  Once more?"

Kara was aware that she had been thinking of her teacher Mr.
Smart and imagining his cock.  She willed her pussy to calm down
and thought again about the Spanish-American War.

As usual, a little quick masturbation relaxed Kara enough that
she went straight to sleep, thinking happily of her alarm clock.

On one of her fertile days her RAD set her up with 26 men, one
right after the other.  It was the sort of data point the RAD
system wanted, and Kara was just the girl to give it to them.  At
the RAD's request she had a little shallow pan to catch the
copious seed that flowed out of her, and one of the guys whisked
it away.  It was to be part of some other experiment, some other
data point.  Would a girl drink it?  Smear it all over her
breasts?  She would never know.


-----------------
Zoe

Zoe was a young woman of 21.  She had gone to bed early after
receiving three men that day.

She woke to the sound of someone coming down the hall and saw
from her clock that it was 11:31pm.  Zoe turned on the light on
her nightstand as the man entered the room.  "Hi, I'm Corey.  My
RAD isn't telling me what to do next, but I figure we're supposed
to have sex, right?"

Her RAD had given no warning of this upcoming mating, which was
unusual but not unheard of.

"Yeah," Zoe said, "it's a pretty safe bet."

"RAD, what's happening?" she asked.  There was no answer. 
Perhaps not answering was another variation in the endless
permutations the RADs called for.

"Silence, eh.  Well, fuck you," she murmured.

The man smiled sympathetically.

He stripped while she threw off the covers, spread her legs and
got herself wet.  As he was preparing to mount her they heard
another man coming down the hallway and waited.  Maybe he would
know what the RADs wanted them to be doing.  Threesomes were far
from unusual.

"Do you know what we're supposed to be doing?" asked Corey.

"No, my RAD stopped talking to me."

"Well, I guess we're both supposed to do it with her."

They heard a commotion in front of the house.

Corey raised the blind and they saw a few people standing around
conversing, and a number of cars, which was highly unusual for
this residential street at this time of night.

Corey said, "Do you think we should go ahead now, and check what
this is about later?"

"No," said Zoe.  "I would like to understand more about what is
happening."

"Probably a gang bang," said the other man.

"RAD?" asked Zoe.  "Am I supposed to get gang-banged?"

There was no answer.

"I'm not going to spread my legs for a bunch of guys unless my
RAD tells me to," she said.  For a moment, at least, she was in
control.

Corey looked a little disappointed.  He and Zoe got dressed, and
the three of them headed down the hall and outside with another
man who had started down the hallway.

They could now see traffic backing up along the street.

A few guys started into the house, following the instructions
their RADs had given them.  Zoe explained a few times that she
had been the only female in the house.  Some went in anyway.  In
the strange scenarios that the RADs thought up, going past a
woman saying there was no one inside might be just what was
required to cause a pregnancy.

Cars and men piled into the neighboring streets.  The whole place
was a mess as the hours passed, with most people deciding there
must be a mistake, but having difficulty leaving because more
traffic kept pouring in.

Around 3am police arrived to convince everyone to clear out.

In its erratic convulsions before crashing, the RAD system had
ordered 1,277 men to go to Zoe's house to have sex with her at
exactly the same time.  The RAD system was rebooted and fully
functional by 8am, but it became a news story of considerable
embarrassment to the authorities.

---------

The headline from Salt Lake was a bit surprising.  Two members of
the city council and three engineers in the RAD center had been
arrested.  They were charged with using the RAD system
improperly.  The politicians were trying to use the system to
identify likely supporters as they built a political base and had
bribed one of the engineers to work on the matter.  One of the
other engineers had been working on collecting RAD conversations
to sell to journalists.  And one simply listened because he found
it titillating.

It was explained that while the RAD system was fully under the
control of people, it had a self-analysis capability.  What's
more, there were secret groups of RAD engineers who could check
on what the other groups were doing.  Occasionally they shut it
down just to prove that they could.

The RAD network was very smart, but it never turned on its human
masters.  It reported as best it could that it had no idea what
that would mean.  It soaked up the web of human experience in
detail but it reported being unclear about this thing called
consciousness.

---------

Thomas was sick and tired of the whole thing.  Tired of listening
to his daughter getting fucked all the time -- she gave off a
creepy whine when she came.  Tired of his wife taking it up the
cunt from guys in her fertile period.  Ashamed that he couldn't
get it up any more, at least not very often.  His wife was
leaving him.  She said it was other things but he knew better.

The conservatives were right.  This whole thing was the devil's
work.  He should never have stayed in Salt Lake.  Now he was
going to take out some of these servants of Satan before making
his own exit stage left.

First he told his RAD he was going out for a long walk and
carefully removed it.

He put his rifle and scope and a few boxes of ammunition in his
golf club bag and drove downtown.  5pm, a busy time.  He ought to
be able to take out a few dozen before they got him.  He knew
where he was headed.  He climbed the stairs to the fourth floor
of a modest office building.  That floor had been cleared out for
renovation and sat empty.  The windows had been removed as well.
He gazed out the window opening for a few minutes, doing his best
to enjoy his last few minutes of life.

He then stepped back a few yards from the window and got out his
rifle and attached the scope, methodically.  He took his time
loading.  When he returned to the window, he observed a very
strange thing.  Instead of the usual bustle of downtown the place
was almost deserted.  People had stopped their cars in the middle
of the street and left them there.  As he watched he saw a few
people running into buildings and around corners.  In the windows
of the office buildings nearby he saw a couple people get up and
walk out of view.

After a few seconds taking in this strange scene, he remembered
his purpose and looked around for his first target.  There was
one man he saw although he was nearly a block away.  He took a
bead and fired, but he missed.  The man looked puzzled for a
moment, and as Thomas was getting ready to squeeze off his second
shot he broke for the nearest building and ran in.  As Thomas
looked for his next target, he was stunned.  There was absolutely
no one in sight.  Not a soul.

The SWAT team arrived and there was the expected commotion.  But
he came out with his hands up.  The deserted downtown had been so
bizarre that his rage had been blunted and overtaken by
bewilderment.

One Stuart Broz had been gazing out the window of his office, his
mind wandering from his work, when he saw the figure on the
abandoned floor.  It was unusual.  He then watched as the man
retreated into the shadows and he saw what was unmistakably a
rifle.

"Hey RAD, there's a guy across the street on a vacant floor of
the building, and he's just picked up a rifle."

"Tell me more, Stuart," replied the RAD.

He strained to see in the shadows.  "He's attaching something to
it.  A scope, maybe?  Is this what I think it is?"  He was
perplexed, but wasn't an action sort of individual so he just
sat, unbelieving.  There was probably an innocent explanation.

Meanwhile in cyberspace electrons were jumping.  Among several
people in Stuart's building who looked out the window at the
request of their RADs, two very quickly reported the same thing
Stuart had seen.  Probabilities and consequences were weighed in
the ether.  Based on the GPS readings, trajectories were
calculated, nearby places that were out of the line of fire were
identified, and four people were strongly encouraged to unlock
and open doors at street level.

And then hundreds of RADs spoke at once, all saying slightly
different things.  Drivers screeched to a halt and got out of
their vehicles.  The few people who weren't wearing RADs were
puzzled.  They didn't know why everyone had stopped their cars
and gotten out, but they followed their herd instincts and got
out as well.

The one RAD-less man who Thomas had fired at had been so deep in
thought that he hadn't noticed the strange behavior all around
him, but shouts from a doorway woke him from his reverie.

So when Thomas tried to pick out his second target, there was
absolutely no one to aim at.

The RADs, of course, had not ordered anyone to do anything, nor
had they lied to anyone.  They had just pointed out that if they
wanted to avoid being shot, it would be a good idea to seek
cover, and offered specific instructions for how to do that. 
They had left it to the people to make their own decisions.  The
few who thought their RAD was joking changed their minds when
they saw most of the people nearby moving hurriedly.

Investigators discovered that there had been no plans for such a
contingency programmed into the RAD system.  The system had just
worked the danger out on its own and taken initiative.  After the
authorities assured themselves that the RAD system's motivation
to protect people was unshakable and intact, no substantive
action was taken.

Yet mindful of the malfunction that had sent 1,277 lovers to Zoe
at the same moment, people were told that they should never
follow a RAD instruction to endanger another person, but
otherwise -- well, as they had learned from the beginning, RADs
usually gave good advice!


--------------------------------------------------------
Paula and Andrew


"Jesus, RAD, that guy was about as sexy as a dead fish!"

"I am sorry, Paula, what do you mean?"

"Harold.  He was pasty, and pudgy, and he never looked at me, and
in order to get his little dick hard I had to keep stroking it,
which was not enough.  We finally succeeded, as I'm sure you
recall, when on your urging, between interludes sucking on his
dick, I repeated several times 'I want to feel your dick up my
cunt'".

"You did very well, Paula."

"And then he does get it in and it seems like he poked me all of
20 times before he came, then he looks like he's ashamed and is
gone as soon as he can get dressed.  Blech!"

"Well, as you know, the world faces a serious fertility
crisis..."

"Oh, come off it."

"Reminding you of such an obvious and well-known fact was an
attempt at humor on my part."

"Very funny."

"It is important that we get as many different people involved in
our reproduction attempts as possible.  Harold's sexual interest
and performance are limited.  He is most likely to succeed in
producing an intra-vaginal ejaculation when he is paired with a
highly attractive woman such as you."

"You flatter me endlessly, dear RAD.  OK, so I'm attractive.  It
used to be that meant I could get the most handsome men, not the
most pathetic."

"I am truly sorry, Paula."

After a minute or so the RAD spoke again.  "I have another mating
for you.  Perhaps you will find him more to your liking."

"Oh yeah?"  It was true that after coaxing little nerds into
dumping their seed inside her the RAD sometimes offered her a
reward.

"You should have time for a quick shower, if you wish."

----------

Andrew was on the way to the store for groceries when his RAD
spoke into his ear.  "Your services are required".

"Ummm, really?"

"Yes, really.  Required."

Andrew said, "OK".  Sometimes these encounters were fun and
exciting and sometimes not.  He might have skipped this one if he
had the choice, but if he didn't go the RAD would find some way
to get back at him.  And he usually got good women.  No one he
would kick out of bed, as the old saying went.  There weren't
many women he would kick out of bed.

"Proceed down this street for another mile and a half." Then the
RAD began speaking with a silky woman's voice, "Her auburn hair
falls in a cascade.  She slips off her bra to reveal her large
full breasts, and as you take one into your mouth, she moans." 
Yeah, this story was getting him in the mood.  "She is
frantically grabbing at your bathing suit, trying to get it open.
 You deign to help her, and your cock springs into view.  She
takes it in her mouth -- ".

"I'm tired of getting blow jobs, RAD."

After a brief hesitation, the RAD continued, "What alternate do
you recommend?"

"I want to get into her pants. Or under her dress, actually."

"You reach down and grab her knee, then start sliding your hand
up under her dress, following her silky thigh as she moans..."

"I want her to be wearing stockings."

"Very well:  Your hand touches against her fine, alluring
pantyhose, and you slide it upward, pushing her skirt aside as
you go -- "

Andrew adjusted himself so there was room in his pants for his
erection.
"And at the top I am startled to realize that there is a large
hole in the hose where her pussy -- her cunt -- is.  Overcome
with lust, I shove her down on the bed, rip her legs apart, and
plunge my pulsing member into her hot cunt.  I don't take long. 
Ten strokes is all it takes before I shoot her full of cum, over
and over."  He was very hard now.

The RAD's male voice returned, "That was very good, Andrew!  I
have only one complaint.  Did you really mean 'rip her legs
apart?'  That would seem to imply actual physical bodily damage."

"Um, it's ambiguous and that's an exciting violent overtone,"
Andrew said.

"Perhaps, but ambiguity seems unhelpful."

"Listen, Mr. Shakespeare, it served the purpose, right?  I've got
a hard one, right?"

"Well, certainly.  But you seem to be a budding erotic writer,
and I was hoping to improve your skills.

"Turn right at the next intersection...  Proceed to the second
driveway on the left, and turn into it...  Enter through the back
door.  The bedroom is the first door on your right through the
kitchen.  She will direct you as to how she wishes the act of
intercourse to proceed."

The silky female voice came back on, "I think you will find her
to be a very satisfactory fuck.  Have fun, big boy!"



---------

After her shower Paula put on a bra, panties, and a simple white
dress.  She would end up naked with the guy fucking her anyway,
but she liked to be dressed when he showed up.  If she was going
to open her body to a twirp she at least wanted to have some
warning and control the pace at which she exposed herself.

"Let me tell you a story, Paula."

"OK, dear RAD."

A deep male voice started reading.  "The Duke had brought the
maid Sue to the high meadow for a picnic.  They had finished
eating, and now the Duke slid over to sit beside her. 
Electricity shot through Sue as he touched her hand and held it
gently.  She wondered if he would want to touch her body.  She
knew that men and women did something special with their bodies,
but she didn't know what.

"Just then the Duke motioned for her to be quiet.  On powerful
hooves a band of wild horses broke into the meadow in front of
them.  It was apparent at once which one was the stallion, for
his cock hung down two feet, and it was soon apparent why.  One
of the mares was standing still, with her tail held out from her
body.  The magnificent chestnut stallion pranced around behind
her, then reared up over her back.  His giant cock hardened and
twitched.  It took him just few moments to find the passage he
sought, then he pressed it in and the huge, hard horse cock
disappeared inside the mare's cunt while he reared up behind her.
 The immense organ slid in a little farther each time until the
stallion pressed into her one last time and whinnied."

Paula liked this story.  She was plenty hot and wet.

"Sue felt a strange warmth between her legs.  The Duke looked at
her and she looked at the Duke, their eyes locked on one another.
 There was only one thing that could happen next.  She lifted her
dress and pulled down her panties, then turned and presented her
rear exactly as the mare had. She heard the Duke rustling behind
her, then she felt his huge organ press against her private
place, harder and harder, until the flesh gave way and molded
around him.  His organ pressed in for two feet, or so it seemed,
filling her to the core.  Waves of pleasure gripped her.  After
five giant rams, just like the stallion, the Duke groaned and
Sue's body spasmed in ecstasy."

The RAD's normal female voice returned.  "He is about to come in
the back door, Paula."

As he slid through the door they both stood a moment in surprise
before smiling.  He was 6'4", with brown hair and eyes, a strong
muscular jaw and perfect physique.  He saw a woman of 5'6" with
large shapely breasts, and hips that flared out from a narrow
waist.  Her hair was shoulder-length and light brown, her eyes
blue.  Something about her was charmingly girlish.

They approached each other slowly and moved straight into a
passionate kiss, rare for two people who had first seen each
other mere seconds before.  She helped him as he hungrily
disrobed her.  His clothing took a bit longer, but within seconds
they were both naked.  His cock was long and hard.  Fatter than
the usual cock, and her hungry anticipation grew.  She wondered
what story his RAD had been whispering into his ear.

She had a bit of a temptation to present her rear as the girl had
in the story, but she wanted to see this hunk every inch of the
way as they mated.  So she lay back and spread her legs, inviting
him to mount her.  He paused to suck on each of her nipples,
which made her arch her back.  She wanted his cock inside her, so
after a few seconds she whispered, "OK, I'm ready."  His cock was
hard, smooth, and with its extra fatness, perfect.  She watched
his rippling muscles as he possessed her and began fucking away.
A tingle went through her as she saw him smile.  They sensed each
other's pleasure build, and the knowledge of approaching climax
in the other redoubled each one's pleasure.  After a minute she
shrieked with orgasm.  He held back a bit.

"Give him a nice big cunt squeeze, Paula," her RAD said as she
was just coming down from her orgasm.  She got a slightly puzzled
look but did as requested and Andrew gasped, moaned, and plunged
in before letting out a growl of orgasmic satisfaction to match
the creamy spurts that plastered her inner cunt.

After a rest and some mutual smiles, she said, "The voice told me
to squeeze.  It's never done that before."

Andrew smiled.  "I would have kept going a while longer because
it felt so good, but I guess they didn't want me to.  Isn't that
right, RAD?"

The RAD echoed, "It is true, our preference was for the
ejaculation to occur when it did rather than be delayed."

They both laughed.

Andrew's RAD spoke, "You may get up and go at any time."

Andrew spoke in a normal voice, "I plan to ask the lady if she
would like to do it again."

Paula smiled but was silent.

"Well?" he asked.

"Well, what?" she answered.  "Did you ask a question?"

Andrew grinned, took her hand and moved his face close to hers.

"Dear lady, I would like to stay and make love to you again. 
Would you like that?"

"Yes, I would, only let's call it fucking rather than making
love.  However, as you may know, at this time of month my very
best friend, this RAD here," she said, gently tapping the device
at the side of her head, "prefers for me to get fucked by one man
after another, and perhaps my dance card, or should I call it my
fuck card, is already full."

Her RAD spoke in its echoey way, "Dear Paula, you make me blush
when you call me your best friend.  Flattery will get you
nowhere, but you have been a very cooperative participant in the
fertility cause, and you may have the next three hours to do with
as you please."

In the next hour and a half the lovers reveled in two more bouts
of enthusiastic fucking.  When they had been resting for twenty
minutes Paula's RAD spoke, "Paula, dear?"

"Yes, RAD."

"If you are interested, I have another mate available for you."

"I am not interested, and you can go shove that other mate up
your ass," said Paula.

"Very well," said the RAD, in echo mode.  "I just thought maybe
you were finished."

A bit of tenderness came into Paula's face as she looked at
Andrew.  "I don't know if we are done fucking or not, but even if
we are, I want to rest here with this sweet man until our three
hours are up."

Andrew was touched by her tenderness.  He hadn't known himself
whether he was up for more fucking or not, but within seconds of
this exchange his cock was aching and ready to go again.

He thought maybe he would ask her if she would like to meet again
when it was not her fertile period.  But first, her luscious body
called for some more enthusiastic fucking.

In the back of Paula's mind had lurked an uncomfortable thought.
She was married and loved her husband.  They were both OK with
the other one sleeping around for the sake of humanity.  But here
was a bit more.  What she felt for Andrew wasn't just duty, nor
was it just lust.  It was genuine attraction, the sort that could
lead to trouble.  She would have to watch that.

Andrew had exactly the same uncomfortable set of thoughts.

The RADs had found an attractive mate for each of them, but had
also picked two people who had equal motivation to not let it get
out of hand to threaten their marriages.


---------------------------------------------------
Sally and Mark

For Sally, a year had passed.  She had done it in the back of a
bus; with a huge man; on mats on the floor in a school gym with
maybe fifty other couples doing it too; in a swimming pool; and
many times with rather ordinary men, on her back in missionary
position or some other common variant of the human sexual
configuration.

She had been called upon for auxiliary roles when it was not her
fertile period.  Four times now she had knelt naked and whispered
nasty words into the ear of a man while he fucked a woman from
the rear; her RAD told her she conveyed the feelings behind the
words very effectively.  She had volunteered several times to be
the girl a man fucked until the very end, when he shifted and
stuck his dick into another one to spurt.  She was a good
citizen.  It was volunteer work, though some people did it in
exchange for other benefits, including money.


Now it was her fertile period once again.  Her RAD was in charge
of her life so Sally was prepared once again for odd things to
happen.

It was just before supper and the sun was setting.  "Oh Sally!"
said her RAD in a singsong voice.

"Yes?" she asked, with a bit of excitement.  For her, being
fucked always had at the very least a tingly feeling to it.  She
got a little lubricated just knowing sex was coming soon.

"Please go out to the car."  It was parked on the street in their
quiet residential neighborhood.  "Now open the hatchback and
stand behind it."  Another car then drove up and a man got out. 
He was handsome and looked to be in his 20s.  He smiled at her
and she couldn't help smiling back.

"Now pull your jeans and panties down to your ankles, and lean
into the back of the car, keeping your butt up in the air.  It
should be available for sexual access."

"Yeah, I had figured that out, asshole," she muttered to her RAD.
 So much for a romantic encounter with this handsome hunky man
who was approaching her.

"Now close your eyes," it said.

"Whatever you say," she muttered.  She waited with anticipation.
Maybe he would have a vibrator to warm her up.  She had loved it
when a man had once proceeded to use his tongue very skillfully
while she was in this position.  But she hear a zipper, which did
not bode well for some fun foreplay.  She felt her pussy lips
being parted, and then she cried out "Shit!" as her pussy was
suddenly invaded by a very large cock.  There was an initial stab
of pain and some lingering soreness, but given her time of month
she had quite a bit of lubrication and the immense organ was soon
sliding smoothly back and forth fast and deep inside her.  She
then felt his hands grab her hips roughly and squeeze.  His
rhythm increased and then she felt a serious spasm of pain as his
member jammed hard against the end of her cunt.  "Fuck, fuck,
FUCK!" she cried and tried to get away, but he held her tightly.
He moaned and held his giant salami there deep inside her as his
baby-making goop spurted into her.  He then withdrew and flopped
down on the tailgate beside her.

"You asshole!" she shouted at him as she pulled her pants back
up.  "That HURT!"  For the encounter he had only opened his fly
and his huge organ now hung out half-limp, glistening and wet. 
Then to her surprise she saw a tear in his eye.

"I hate it when it makes me do that," he said.  He started
sniffling a little.  Suddenly she felt a surge of compassion. 
"This motherfucker," he said, pointing to the device in his ear,
"has me out almost raping girls like you every few days.  And
they always cry out, and it always hurts," he said.  "One of them
spit on me, and another slapped me. I don't want to do that!"

"It's OK," she said.  The pain in her innards was gone, and she
felt a glow.  Painful or not, her body sure felt like it had been
fucked, and that's what it had wanted.  She could see he was
basically a kind man -- and hot.

"What's your name?"

"Mark."

On an impulse she said, "Can you come back to see me and we can
really make love?"

He brightened.  "That sounds great!"  They exchanged numbers,
which they wrote down on paper with a pen.  This could have been
handled by the RADs, but they had a way of losing information
when it didn't suit their purposes.

They both stood and he crammed his cock back in his pants.  She
offered herself for a hug, and he took it.  She considered for a
moment as they broke off.  "But however much you don't like it,"
she said, "your body pulls it off.  You keep it up.  Very far
up," she said as they both smiled.  "You come."

He smiled sheepishly.  "Yeah, I guess there's an animal in me
that likes it.  'Unnnh!, unnnh!'" he said, imitating an ape and
thrusting his hips back and forth a few times.  Then, "We men are
animals, underneath the people part," he said.

"Oh, we girls are animals too."

"Dinnertime!" her father called from the doorway.  Her mother was
away visiting her family.

The young stud drove off and she went in to dinner.

-----------

That evening her RAD spoke again. "A man and a woman are
arriving, and you should come out of your room to meet them." 
She arrived just as her father was letting them in.  The four of
them stood there awaiting further instructions.  She would find
out what sort of kinky sex it had in mind this time.  "Proceed to
the guest room with your vibrator," it said.  When she was there
it continued, "Please remove all your clothes and lie back on the
bed, then arouse yourself with your vibrator."  She did as she
was told.  "Now put your jeans over your head so your eyes are
covered, then spread your legs wide."  She had done this before.
The jean legs flopped above her on the pillow.  She could faintly
smell her own odor from the crotch of her jeans right in front of
her nose.  It wasn't a bad smell.  "Please remain silent
throughout."

She then heard the door open and footsteps approaching
cautiously.  Someone was climbing onto the bed and onto her. 
Probably the man, but you never knew for sure.  It seemed to be
groping, perhaps blindfolded in some way itself.  The groping
hands found her pussy lips and opened them, and the person
revealed itself to be the man when a cock worked its way into
her.  Something about this was strange, but she couldn't put her
finger on it.  He was very quiet and, she thought, very
efficient.  His pumping got faster and then she felt his cock
swell as they usually did right before orgasm, and then she felt
his flurry of strokes in the pattern she was so familiar with
now, the pattern of a man coming inside her.  She felt him twitch
as the spurts shot into her.  She felt very excited, but
something held her back from her own orgasm.

Then her RAD spoke.  "On the count of three, take the jeans off
your head.  One, ..."

Sally suddenly felt with horrifying certainty what was wrong and
flung the jeans off.  Her fears were instantly confirmed. 
"Dadddddy!!!!" she cried in anguish.  He flung his blindfold off
too.

"Sally?" he said for a moment before erupting in rage.  "Goddamn
you! Fuck you!! You..." and his words failed him.   She knew he
wasn't talking to her.  He took off his RAD and hurled it against
the wall.  Sally threw hers off too.  She instinctively ran to
the bathroom and with a finger pulled as much goop as she could
out of her vagina into the toilet.

The commotion and shouting from Sally and her father brought the
man and woman running.  Sally had assumed the man was for her and
the woman probably for her father, and her father had assumed the
woman was for him and the man probably for his daughter.  The man
and woman's actual assignment had been to have sex in the house
of a couple of total strangers -- on the kitchen floor.  These
RADs were very clever, killing multiple birds with one stone.  It
was all part of the research design.

"This is outrageous," he yelled into the old land-line phone to
the woman at the agency.  "You tricked me into fu..." He glanced
at Sally across the table from him. "...making love to my own
daughter!"  The agency assured him that a counselor would be
right over.

"I'm a big girl, Daddy.  I know what 'fuck' means.  That was
fucking, not making love."

Her father carried his RAD like a dead mouse to the concrete
floor in the garage and bashed it with a hammer over and over. 
He invited Sally to do the same with hers.  She debated but then
declined. This RAD wasn't her first one, but it had been with her
for a long time.

When the kindly woman from the agency arrived an hour later he
presented her with the mangled little bunch of wire and plastic.
The woman took it with a gracious smile.

"As you know, the human race is in danger of extinction," she
said, starting in on the lecture they knew so well.  "In our
desperate search for a solution we are trying a wide variety of
unusual sexual practices."  Sally's father rolled his eyes and
waved at her to cut short the lecture.

The counselor then took on a more therapeutic tone.  "You might
consider that neither of you wanted to commit incest and are both
appropriately horrified at what you did.  It wasn't your fault."

"No, it was YOUR fault!" her father shouted, pointing his finger
at her.  They knew of course that this woman too had nothing to
do with the decision, except perhaps being willing to work for an
agency that would do such things.  She wore a RAD too.

The woman had replacement RADs with her -- they knew she would. 
Her father took one reluctantly and put it aside.  She told them
that in light of the trauma they would be free of all sexual
obligations for the next month.  Sally put her RAD back on later
that day, although she erupted in anger at it a number of times,
saying the vilest things she could, things she would never say to
a person.  The RAD listened patiently, validating her anger.


------------------

"Hello Mark, this is Sally."

"Who?"

"You know, the one you unceremoniously banged from behind out on
her tailgate.  Or are there so many of those you need to know
more?"

"Yeah, like what do you look like?"  Sally had a moment of fear,
though she was almost positive he was joking.  It had been just
five days before.

There was enough of a silence that he added, "I'm kidding, of
course.  How are you?"

"Could you come see me some time so we can make love properly? 
Like tonight?"

"Sure."  The phone line went dead briefly.

"That was my RAD, telling me 'I would really appreciate it if you
saved your semen for an assignment I have in mind for you.'" 
Sally giggled a little at how he captured RAD-speak so perfectly.
 "I told it to fuck off.  I don't do that very often, so I'm
hoping it doesn't decide to send me to see the Wicked Witch of
the West for the next month...
But you didn't say how you were."

"Not so terribly great, but we can talk about it when you get
here."

"OK."  Mark insisted on taking her out to dinner, though not much
insistence was needed.

She then explained how the RADs had tricked into fucking her own
father just a few hours after the two of them had had their
rendezvous.  He was appropriately horrified and sympathetic.

She said plaintively, "I want to just make love without worrying
about babies or RADs."

The RADs spoke in their echoey way, "You can remove your RADs
during your upcoming encounter, with our blessing."  Sally and
Mark happily took the advice.  Maybe the RADs sensed that they
probably would have anyway.

Mark was gentle and skillful.  Somehow he was all over her
erogenous zones, seemingly everywhere at once.  He used his
tongue on her clitoris and teased her close to climax, but with
no sign of moving on.

"Oh, just take me, now, OK?  Please?"

Mark smiled and complied, seemingly instantly.  Her first orgasm
overtook her as his thick cock stretched her as it entered.  He
would have gone on thrusting forever too, but she told him she
wanted him to come, and he did.  This time he was careful not to
go in too far.  He nudged her cervix just a little, enough for it
to be terribly exciting and send her over the edge into a truly
massive orgasm.

He prepared to leave after a suitable period of afterglow, but
she encouraged him to stay.  She stroked his impressive cock, his
balls, his entire pelvic area, over and over.  She wanted to lick
that magnificent apparatus.  Her mouth enveloped him, licking and
sucking.  Girls needed semen up inside their pussies so often
that getting a guy to come by oral sex was not a skill that got
much use.  As he got near his orgasm she briefly took her mouth
away,.

"Come in my mouth, OK?"

"You sure, Sally?" he panted.

"Yes!"

He didn't hold back, and she thrilled at the instant surge of
fluid. She swallowed it -- it wasn't that much, since he had just
come an hour before.  She even convinced him to stay the night,
and do it again in the morning.  She asked if they could meet
again, but he said he had already been testing his RAD's
patience.

--------

Sally's period was late, then she started feeling nauseous.  She
had a pregnancy test as required whenever a girl had such
symptoms.  Usually it was a false alarm.  She hadn't really
thought much about whether she wanted to get pregnant.  She
didn't really have any choice about trying.  Was she ready to be
a mother?  She wasn't sure.  There would be no end of money or
babysitting or mentoring or support groups.  A chance to have a
child would come but rarely if at all, and her only option was
whether to give the baby up for adoption.  She knew she wouldn't
do that.  Nature had given her a baby -- well, nature, a nice man
with a huge cock, and a gazillion-dollar computer network -- and
she would raise it.

While waiting for the test results the RAD had explained that if
she was pregnant the chances were 97% that the baby's father was
Mark, not her own father.  Yet it was highly probable that the
trauma of incest had been a necessary component for coaxing her
body into getting pregnant.


"Mark."

"Sally!  How are you?"

"Will you marry me?"

"Huh?"

"Will you marry me?"

"Ummm, this is kind of sudden."

"I'm going to have your baby!"

There was a coughing noise on the other end of the line.  "Oh my
God.  That's so great!"

She had been mostly joking about the marriage part.  And yet they
did like each other and got along well, and the magic of sharing
a child bonded them.  They did marry two years later.


------------------------
From the Executive Summary of the Fertility Crisis Project
report, June 30, 2048.

The fertility crisis struck twenty years ago.  The RAD system has
allowed steady increases in reproduction.  This year for the
first time we have truly reassuring news.  Our top technical
people are convinced that we in the United States have succeeded
in achieving a replacement reproduction rate.

The abstract algorithms used by the massive RAD computer network
are truly understood by perhaps 50 people worldwide. But except
at the most abstract level, no one understands how it works.  No
one understands any details.  The algorithms in combination with
the unprecedented quantities of data that have been gathered
constitute a method for population replacement.  The experts
doubt we will ever understand it any better.

In practical terms, this means that human reproduction will
continue to be directed by RADs for the indefinite future.

We have achieved a replacement population growth here in the
United States.  There is similar good news from Western Europe
and parts of the Far East.

Elsewhere in the world, however, there are only small pockets of
success:  South Africa, Bangalore, and Buenos Aires, for
instance.  The inevitable depopulation of the rest of the world
will change the face of humanity on the globe.  Upheaval in the
world is just beginning.

In the United States the majority of people adjust well to the
multiple sexual partners required by the RAD system.  In the
early years girls just entering sexual maturity were the group
who experienced the most difficulties.  Education, role modeling,
and training have made the process much smoother.  Some 30% of
girls and 15% of boys still do not adjust well, a situation that
is generally detected gracefully and without trauma.  We are just
gearing up programs where many of those young people will form a
core of those who go to live in rural areas or provide services
to the massive aging populations who still live outside the RAD
zones.

Humanity owes its continued existence to the RADs.  Sophisticated
as that system is, it does not experience praise or gratitude. 
Its overarching goal is helping us humans conceive enough babies.
 It serves us well.


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