Part 21 (2/2)

He was making love to ME.

The ecstasy that rippled through Her entire being now was nearly enough to make Her swoon.

She sighed in remembrance of this deep joy. She let Her voice soar as high as it would go. What began as a faint vibration inside the indicator solution blossomed into a clear, human voice. Her mere moans were now an ecstatic voice. How wonderful this is, She thought. What a beautiful thing indeed, the voice.

Everything was in order.

All that remained was making Her man Hers.

She gathered all Her strength. Putting the nuclear genes to full use, She caused the host to multiply. She was able to fill the flask in no time. Once She'd reached the top, She unscrewed the lid from the inside, then pushed Her way out. It was warm and humid inside the incubator. While it wasn't as comfortable as being immersed in the cultivation liquid, the conditions were suitable for the host. So that Her voice may ring louder, She fas.h.i.+oned first a throat and a mouth. Then two lungs. She took a deep breath of oxygen and activated the electrical transmitters. Then, She uttered the word She'd most wanted to speak, enunciating it slowly, one syllable at a time: ”TO-s.h.i.+-A-KI...”.

She was deeply moved. Before, She'd needed the aid of Her sisters, who flourished in Tos.h.i.+aki also, to make Her voice echo in his brain cells. Things were different now. She could speak. She could make the air vibrate, shake the very heavens calling out his name.

She multiplied further to construct Her figure. A figure that would please Tos.h.i.+aki the most, that if Kiyomi, once Her host. It was a figure She'd altered to begin with to suit Tos.h.i.+aki. Kiyomi had been made into his perfect woman.

She wanted to feel. She hastened to create those parts that would receive his love. She made lips. Tos.h.i.+aki loved these lips, the same lips he'd kissed time and time again. Now She wanted a breast, and a soft, perfect dome rose out. She gathered more and more nerve end-ings as the mound approached its peak, and let rise a small erection at the top. In the narrow confines of the incubator, one of these was all She could make. But She was satisfied with Her work. She imagined the moment Tos.h.i.+aki would touch them, and trembled all over. She then formed a dip within Her: a womb and a v.a.g.i.n.a. She folded pleats in the latter, again and again, varying their strength, so that Tos.h.i.+aki would be happy. And lastly, She created a long protrusion next to it, a slender finger.

With the tip of this finger, She touched Her newly fas.h.i.+oned part, relis.h.i.+ng the sensation. And Her nipple rose, hard, acute with pleasure. Perfect sensitivity. She breathed hard. She was ready to have Tos.h.i.+aki.

The little girl, Her younger sister, was in good health. Meanwhile, She had no use for the male. He had to be allowed to die. But the girl was important. It was a pleasant stroke of luck that one <f the=”” recipients=”” was=”” female.=”” had=”” both=”” been=”” male,=”” she=”” would=”” have=”” had=”” to=”” consider=”” having=”” them=”” go=”” on=”” a=”” search=”” for=”” suitable=”” women.=”” but=”” that=”” burden=”” had=”” been=”” eliminated.=”” the=”” fact=”” that=”” the=”” recipient=”” was=”” so=”” young,=”” only=”” fourteen,=”” was=”” cause=”” for=”” concern,=”” but=”” she=”” was=”” still=”” a=”” female.=”” this=”” was=”” a=”” ”woman”=”” and=”” that=”” mattered=”” above=””></f>< p=””>

She picked up Her sister's pulse. Her sister had yet to traverse the final process if evolution and couldn't quite change the girl's form, but was able to send signals. From these, She could tell the exact location <f the=”” girl,=”” who=”” couldn't=”” be=”” allowed=”” to=”” die=”” just=””></f>< p=””>

Otherwise, Her plan would not reach complete fruition. There was a reason She'd made Kiyomi register at a kidney bank.

Not much longer now. Soon, She would be queen. As She continued to caress Herself, She grew drunk on the thought.

She was Her host's slave no longer. She was the mistress, nuclei Her servants. She would be able to create a daughter <f her=”” own=”” will,=”” a=”” life=”” form=”” even=”” more=”” perfect=”” than=””></f>< p=””>

An Eve for the new world.

PART THREE.

EVOLUTION.

1.

The sky was clearing.

Tos.h.i.+aki gazed at it from the large lobby window as its color changed from deep midsummer azure to a more tranquil, watery hue. Gauze-like clouds drifted faintly in the distance. Though the weather was still hot, the sunlight was losing its intensity in the September air, already giving him a feeling of autumn.

The lobby was overflowing with countless researchers and entrepreneurs here for the meeting. Everyone was clad in suits, name cards pinned to their lapels. Tos.h.i.+aki noted that more and more women were showing up every year.

Aside from the annual meeting of the j.a.panese Cancer a.s.sociation, the j.a.panese Biochemical Society's conference was the biggest in the field of biological science. Nearly 3,000 speech topics were scheduled on the program. The venue changed annually, and this time it was being held on Tos.h.i.+aki's home turf. The campus was open and had many places to hold such a conference, but, due to the number of presentations, the event hall was being used.

It was past 2 pm. It was also Sunday and there appeared to be a few among the crowd who had already taken it upon themselves to do some local sightseeing. The lobby was overflowing with groups getting their plans together. This important gathering was, of course, a forum designed for the presentation of research, but it was also an opportunity to keep tabs on what other inst.i.tutions were working on. One of the more enjoyable perks was reuniting with colleagues that one normally had no chance to meet up with. Conversations began immediately upon arrival and led inevitably to after-hours outings. Tos.h.i.+aki had already caught up with many old schoolmates and fellow researchers from other universities.

This meeting was the most important social event of the year for many who were there.

Tos.h.i.+aki had already given his presentation and many of the students would be finis.h.i.+ng their poster sessions the same afternoon. He was asked to oversee certain sessions, but was now finished with that as well. All that remained was for Asakura's presentation to go smoothly and he could call it quits for the day.

He opened the program, making sure of the time. The schedules and topic summaries were mailed out beforehand. He had read through them all, marking in red those that were relevant to his work, or simply looked intriguing. While there was no shortage of lectures along his lines of interest, such as on mitochondrial structure and formation or on the inner workings of protein induction, it was also his duty to gauge the progress of other fields.

There was nothing of interest to Tos.h.i.+aki until four o'clock. He decided to take advantage of the two-hour block of free time that awaited him by checking out the exhibition being held in another building. Various booths were lined up in rows, displaying the latest in scientific equipment and chemical agents, and were drawing quite a crowd.

Tos.h.i.+aki preferred this spot to the conference hall, where he was continuously obliged to be social. Here, he could examine the latest innovations at his own pace and fantasize about having this or that device in his lab. He walked around and browsed. When a chemical agent caught his attention, he talked with the tradesperson at the booth, asking for detailed explanations, and negotiated delivery of a few samples.

When he had seen half of the exhibits, a familiar voice came from behind.

”Nagas.h.i.+ma.''

He turned around to see Kunio s.h.i.+nohara standing there with a smile. He had with him some bag he'd received at one of the booths.

”Oh, hi. And your speech is...?”

”Tomorrow. I was so swamped at the hospital that I couldn't come to yours. Sorry about that.”

”Don't worry about it.”

”Your Nature article's out, I hear. You must've drawn quite a crowd.”

”Heh, well...”

Tos.h.i.+aki invited him over to the drink service area.

After getting some coffee, they took a seat.

Ever since s.h.i.+nohara collected Kiyomi's liver cells for him, Tos.h.i.+aki had been completely out of touch with the doctor. Tos.h.i.+aki sensed some suspicion in s.h.i.+nohara's looks. He continued with small talk for a while, hoping as he did so that s.h.i.+nohara would not bring up Eve 1.

But when the coffee was gone, s.h.i.+nohara touched upon the topic as feared. He lowered his voice and moved in closer.

”By the way, Nagas.h.i.+ma, how are the 'cells' doing?”

”What cells...?”Tos.h.i.+aki tried clumsily to feign ignorance.

”Don't play dumb with me. Kiyomi's cells.” s.h.i.+nohara's tone became stern.

”What the h.e.l.l did you use them for?”

”You cultivated them, didn't you?” ”...they're still alive, yes, ”Tos.h.i.+aki confessed reluctantly. ”I don't know what you're planning, Nagas.h.i.+ma, but you should really stop before it gets out of hand.” ”Why?”

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