Copyright © 1997
This is a made-up story about a planet floating somewhere in the vastness of space. It's my first attempt at science fiction. It's definitely not a true story, and it's probably not appropriate for kids, but every once in a while I wish someone would bend that rule and let everybody see it. Hell, I think parents ought to tell this one to their kids down through the generations.
Homestead - by MIKE HUNT
The end had come quietly. It wasn't asteroids falling out of the sky as some thought it would be, and it wasn't volcanoes erupting all over the planet as the religious nuts had predicted, and it wasn't windstorms or hurricanes or acid rain or much of anything.
It was just quiet.
The planet had only danced a longer step in the endless cycles of warming and cooling, and this time it went cold. Very cold. First it snowed, and then it snowed more, and then it didn't stop. And the ice sheets crept forward until they covered everything. And the oceans froze and the land froze and the animals froze and the plants froze. And the people huddled together until they froze. And it was quiet.
In the icy vastness of space it was so cold that nothing moved. And it was quiet for a decade. Then for two. Then for a million, and then for millions more.
And the cycle began again, and somehow, some way, the frosted globe reversed course. It began to warm up.
And it was still quiet.
And through the eons continents collided with each other, oceans retreated, mountains were pushed up from under and were dissolved back down by the rain and wind. And somewhere, somehow, the molecules and elements and energy recombined a trillion times. A trillion trillion times. Again. And life began its unlikely quest to tame the planet. Again.
First it was enzymes, and much later cells, and millions of years later there were plants and simple creatures scavenging for survival on the reborn world. And though it would take millions of years more, finally animals evolved who could think and talk and take control their own destiny.
And they subjugated the planet and all the life on it. And it had taken a millennium of millennia.
And in the end, it was quiet. It was a disease that conquered them this time. Vanquished them all. It began in the jungles and spread to the cities, and though there was panic and though there were riots and though there were wars and suffering and killing, in the end it was the little germ that was the victor. Every living thing succumbed, and it was quiet. Again.
And for thousands of millions of years every trace of those lives was erased. Mountains collapsed, and environments changed. And the snow came and went, and the deserts became fertile and the fruited plains became arid.
And a thousand millennia passed. Again.
She was sitting with him and they were talking. They didn't remember much about last week, or anything, really. And they didn't think about it because there wasn't much to think about. But he knew he was hungry.
"Get me a nectarine, would you?" he said.
"We're out. I have to pick up some more. How about one of these?" she asked.
"Fine," he said. "Whatever."
And she brought the green fruit to him and sat next to him, and as he bit into it she reached for him. Again.
"You just can't get enough, can you?" he smirked.
"True true," she smiled. "I just *want* it. I feel like it's my calling."
"I could do worse," he said approvingly.
Her hand slid up his leg, and she took his masculinity in her palm and began to massage it softly. He responded quickly, his penis bloating with a sudden rush of blood.
"I just love how that works," she chuckled. She lowered her mouth to him and took him, first licking him gently, then surrounding him with her warm lips, then sucking on his erection with enthusiasm. He leaned back and smiled as he snaked one hand under her and grabbed a hanging breast, as though he was about to pluck a ripe fruit from a tree.
She worked on him for a long time that day, but she was not going to waste his seed by taking it in her mouth like she had yesterday. No. When she knew he was ready, she released him and stood over him and squatted, pushing his cock firmly between her legs, up into her waiting orifice. She let herself fall, and he was surrounded by her wetness.
It wouldn't take long. It never did. "Man does this feel good," he thought. And as he felt her warmth sliding up and down his hardness, he could only wonder who could have created such an incredible device for pleasure. And he felt the surging in his loins and he was there. "Omigod!" he said to no one in particular.
And as he erupted inside her, he knew that he loved her, and would love only her forever, and they would have many children and have a happy life for as long as it lasted.
And he was done. Spent. Tired. Exhausted.
And it was quiet.
He did not know, nor could he care that his descendants would call him Adam. He only knew that he loved her, and that he had to provide for her, and that they had to find a new home.
She'd seen a snake earlier, and Eve hated snakes.