The
Centaurots Teach Multiplication
by Sterling
Brief summary from "The Centaurot Invasion"
by G. M. Chen.
The
aliens came. After observing from orbit for a few years, they arrived
in force to occupy the planet. All resistance was futile. But they
didn't engage in wanton destruction. They killed only to defend
themselves against attacks and did not take vengeance for the few of
them that humans killed. They didn't claim that they came in peace or
as equals.
Physically, they had four legs on the ground, and two
arms they used for manipulation. They were dubbed centaurots, because
of the vague resemblance to the mythical centaurs.
Establishing
communication wasn't too hard for them. Both species used frequency
modulations in sound to convey meaning, and they could adapt to
producing our sounds, though mostly they used synthesizer devices they
wore.
It wasn't a world they wanted to live on, but they were
interested in seeing what if anything was unique to the planet that
they could make use of. They told us we should not assume we had any
right to privacy any more. They were conquerors with an earnest sense
of ethics in some things.
Their first priority was to keep us
from destroying the planet. They stopped wars and moved us to more
sustainable ecological practices. It was amazing how they could quickly
accomplish what we humans never could on our own.
The centaurots
found us to be physically attractive and appealing. We would have liked
to reciprocate the compliment, but it was hard. Centaurots had weird
snouts and faces that could be the stuff of nightmares, perhaps. Very
weird nightmares. Their look would never have been thought up by a
human; it just wasn't a category in the human imagination.
They
found our music and art interesting if unexceptional. Our ability to
get by with two legs gave us in their eyes an aesthetic grace. They
found us appealing when running, dancing, and climbing.
But by
far their greatest interest was the relations between our sexes and how
we reproduced. From their perspective it was remarkably peaceful and
gentle.
We got to observe their own division of labor and their
reproduction. We discovered that all of them we had seen so far were
females, and their males had a specific and limited role. They were
much larger than the females and kept in cages, and we soon found out
why. To start our education about their males, they let one male into
the cage of another. Sharp bone came out from the sides of the head,
and they immediately started fighting, grappling each other, biting,
kicking, slashing, and within a minute one was dead. The other had some
serious wounds. The females anesthetized it with a dart before going
into the cage to care for its wounds. Then there was the mating itself.
We saw that whenever a female came near the cage, a penis appeared from
the underside of the male, more or less in the same configuration as
horses. The mating was similarly familiar to us. A female approached
the cage, presented her rear end and braced herself. The male reared up
on his two hind legs and pushed his front four against the cage wall,
but the penis stuck out between the bars. The male pushed his penis
inside her with great force, and then did an in and out motion for
several seconds before stopping and emitting a great high-pitched
squeal. The female jumped away, blood dripping from her vagina. She
made a loud noise and she writhed all around on the ground, grabbing
her face with her forearms. It looked like pain, and the centaurots
assured us it was indeed agony. It subsided only after about 20
minutes, and the female then lay panting, exhausted. So was this female
now pregnant? we asked. Very unlikely, we were told. All of them just
felt a strong urge to mate from time to time, even though it led to
this agony. Ignoring the strong urge also made them sick and would
eventually kill them.
Young were born live and nursed and grew much like human young. About
one male was born for every twenty females.
They
noted that this entire arrangement was the civilized form of a much
less pleasant natural condition, which we could easily imagine. The
males were chemically "transformed" at birth so they had the mental
capacities of our animals, did not understand captivity and were more
or less content.
Summary from "Report on Earth",
Volume 3, translated from the Centaurotian.
There
are many interesting species on earth, including a class of animal
called birds that flies through the air naturally, with its own
appendages called wings. They are magnificent to see. But by far the
most interesting are the humans. They are the intelligent species, not
that different from us in that regard. They have just four major
appendages, two for manipulation and the other two are all they need to
stand on. So while they do not fly, their grace as they move evokes
some of the same feeling.
One electrifying finding has been that
the semen of the human male, when processed appropriately and taken in
pill form reduces noticeably the pain we feel after intercourse and the
frequency with which we need it. Their semen is a very complicated
substance, far more complicated than their science can understand. We
can understand the dimensions in which it is complex, but have no hope
of synthesizing it artificially.
Life summary by a donating man from "The Centaurot Invasion"
by G. M. Chen.
I
can stop any time. I can walk back to the residence where I grew up and
never come back. But I don't want to. I do take breaks to shower, use
the toilet, and do a set of muscle workouts. But I spend my days
mounted on my perfect woman Fran from the rear, thrusting away. She has
perfect lovely globes for buttocks, and lovely thighs, and a cute thin
back. Between her legs she has just the right amount of hair, and
gorgeous vaginal lips. Inside, her vagina is silky, hot and sexy. She
is just a model of a woman, but a very alluring one. I have never met a
real woman. Every stroke in and out of her is heaven. Coming is
ecstasy, and I come about every minute, and can feel the semen spurting
out. I know the cennies collect it. I don't know what they use it for,
and I don't care. I stroke the length of the vagina, the warmth
massaging my shaft every inch of the way. My excitement builds. My
penis gets very hard, I thrust in to the end and the spurts start,
while my brain just fogs out in orgasm. Afterwards my organ softens a
little. But the smooth vaginal walls feel so good that after a lazy
stroke or two, my instincts are to do it again, so my penis gets hard
again, more ecstasy, more spurts. I sleep in short stretches while
leaning on Fran's back. My penis shrinks to a small size for a few
minutes now and then, but pretty soon it grows again. I may be sound
asleep, but from time to time, every ten minutes or so, my penis will
get hard, my body will give a few thrusts on animal instinct and I will
ejaculate. Any time of the day or night, if I go more than 20 minutes I
feel uncomfortably full and then I erupt involuntarily with an
ejaculation, which hurts. So keeping up the mating with Fran for
exquisite pleasure is definitely the way to go. My room is only about
4' by 6', but plenty big for my purposes. Fran is at one end, and over
her is a window where drink and food is available. Mostly I just drink
the concentrated nutritious stuff in a spare minute or two while my
penis is soft inside her. The solid food is good, and varied, and I
remember liking it from when I was a boy, but it's nothing compared to
the orgasms. There is a little urinal to one side.
My room is in
a row with dozens just like it, and across the corridor another row the
same size. The stairs lead up three more flights to floors which look
just like this. Two floors down is the residence. There are also little
rooms we can go in for defecating, showering, and occasional medical
checkups. None of us bothers to shave.
They tell us our first
couple years we were with our mothers, but I don't remember that. For
as long as I could remember I had lived at the residence. Plenty of
toys, great food, places for games and sports, a few friendly cennies
who met our needs. But puberty hit when I was nine, and I found myself
restless. They showed us movies with pictures of naked human girls and
women. I started masturbating, and when the centaurots detected that
they led me out of the residence to the vast arrays of mating rooms. I
was introduced to Fran, in her little room two flights up, fifteen rows
right, 37th on the left. I remember the first time they brought me to
her, all along the way to my room I would hear soft little grunts and
moans from behind the doors of the other rooms. I went to her first a
couple times a day, which was refreshing and satisfying. But I found
when I wasn't there I was wishing I was. So I stayed for a few hours at
a time, as I discovered I could be ready for sex again just five
minutes after an orgasm. That rapidly expanded to the point where I
only came back to the residence to sleep and chat briefly with the few
of my friends who were there, too, and mostly we talked about how great
it was to be with those luscious rear ends, how it felt just so right,
and so heavenly. As my body shifted into high gear, I started waking up
a little uncomfortable, just before ejaculating, and gave myself a few
quick strokes to come while it felt sort of good instead of bad. Or I
would wake up, finding I had ejaculated in my sleep, I guess having
slept through the discomfort. I stayed with Fran later and later in the
evening. One night when I was getting sleepy thrusting in Fran I
considered going back to the residence for one of those sticky
interrupted nights. It wasn't really very appealing, so I just leaned
over and fell asleep on Fran. I found I slept just fine, with my penis
inside her, so that's now what I do. Now I usually only leave the room
to take a quick crap, or to stretch my muscles and do The Workout we
learned as boys to keep our muscles healthy. It has five parts, each
three minutes long, each segment I now realize designed to be short
enough to be done between sessions of mounting our girls. I could go to
shave, or bathe, but I don't see the point. It's warm enough we don't
have any clothes. Every month the cennies make me take half an hour so
they can clean the room, and I have to take a shower and they trim my
hair and beard. I can jerk off a couple times in there to keep from
feeling uncomfortably full, but then I'm eager to be back to Fran.
Life summary by a girl from "The Centaurot Invasion"
by G. M. Chen.
I
could leave any time if I wanted. There is another area which has all
the comforts I could want, but mostly there are just a few sick girls
and old women there. So it's not very appealing, but I could. Where I
live is just brimming with life. Girls like me, and infants and
toddlers, and a few boys and men and grown women. So, the story of my
life:
I know the early part from watching what happens to the
other girls. Soon after a baby girl is born they put a tiny thing up
her tiny vagina and squirt out a liquid that starts it growing and
expanding. They do that every day. By the time she is two, boys start
sliding their penises into her. Her vagina is expanded enough that it
doesn't hurt; it doesn't feel like much. Then around three she starts
going through puberty.
Puberty I remember, barely. I got little
breasts, and hair between my legs. Having a penis inside me started
feeling a little good, then I found I looked forward to it. The boys
behind the penises started looking handsome. One day it not only feels
good with the boy hugging me and poking in and out, it builds and
builds and breaks like a wave. That was my first orgasm, but I got them
more and more, then got so I have one most of the time, amazing waves
of pleasure and relief and satisfaction. The boys were having orgasms
too, and one day the stuff one of them spurted up inside me made me
pregnant. Then I had a few weeks of feeling sick to my stomach, and
then my belly started to grow, like all the big girls. Nine months went
by. And when I started having regular pains I told one of the cennies,
who led me away to another area where they put me to sleep. When I woke
up, I had a tiny baby at my breast! I named her Sue. My belly was much
smaller and soon returned to its usual size. I felt pretty sore for a
few days. But having the baby was so sweet. Changing her, nursing her,
smiling and just looking at her.
We all eat a lot. Girls in
their first pregnancy from ages three to four almost never stop eating,
it seems, since they are eating for the baby but also their own bodies,
which aren't nearly fully grown yet.
Big boys pay regular
attention to all the girls who aren't pregnant. At least a couple times
a day, some big boy comes to stick his nose between her legs. The
playful ones take a few licks too. But if he smells the right thing, it
means it is a time when she might get pregnant. Then he sticks his
penis in her and grunts and thrusts back and forth until he spurts the
stuff out, and he gets at least four others to as well. I look forward
to that time of month because it feels great to get that much sex.
After Sue was born I went through three of those, interspersed with
those periods we girls get sometimes, where blood leaks out between our
legs, and we wear some of those absorbent diaper things for grown-ups
for a while. Babies wear them all the time, of course. Otherwise, we
don't wear anything. But after those three periods I was pregnant
again, while I was nursing Sue. And then nine months later Fred was
born, just about the time Sue stopped nursing, though I had one on each
breast for a little while. And since then I've had Carla, and Jamie.
When Fred was two came the little sad ceremony where they took him
away, never to return, like all the boy babies. I miss him, but we all
know from the start not to get too attached to our boy babies. Every
now and then a boy of ten or so comes in from outside, but ours never
stay here. I am nine now, and I think I'm finally grown to my full size.
I
have never been to or seen the "outside". In our rooms things get
crowded, with all those babies being born, and when it gets too crowded
the cennies take a bunch of us and our children and we go off on our
own. In our case some of us girls and a couple women and boys took a
long ride in some sort of thing that bumped and shook a little, then in
something bigger that also bumped and shook and pushed us down to our
beds from time like we were really heavy. They said we were going to
another star system, though all I really know is that it is way far
away. And things bumped and swayed and shook continuously during both
of my middle pregnancies, so when they finally stopped bumping and
shaking it was really weird and took getting used to.
There's
plenty to do, what with cooking and cleaning and taking care of the
babies. What with babies spitting up and pooping and peeing, toddlers
getting messy with food, stray jets of milk, sweat, semen, and period
blood, things get dirty. We just hose everything down whenever it gets
messier than we would like. We sleep on pads with waterproof coverings.
There are separate rooms, but hardly any doors. The beds are on the
floor so we don't worry about babies falling off. We sleep in all
different ways, mothers with their babies, of course, but toddlers in
various places, big girls together if we want. And we chat and joke all
the time. Then there are the boys and men. As I said, when the boys
smell a girl's crotch and find she might get pregnant, they have to be
sure to squirt the stuff into her. That's their main job. But often
there is no girl who needs to get pregnant, and then we can all have
fun. I'm pretty popular with the boys, and can usually have sex a
couple times a week. I love to feel their weight on top of me, and
their strong smooth penis sliding in and filling me up. I love to feel
them have their orgasms, when they tense up and smile so much, when the
baby-making stuff spurts up inside me, and I love to have my own
orgasm. When I am nursing little jets of milk sometimes go flying out
when I come. Bill's my favorite, but I will do it with just about any
boy I can get. Sometimes they make me pregnant, but most of the time
it's just a whole lot of fun. Occasionally at night if I am feeling a
strong urge and am feeling naughty I can go to where they are sleeping.
Usually one at least will have his penis long and straight as he
sleeps, and I will start working it into myself. Usually he wakes up
and is happy to see me and make us both happy and spurt me full of
baby-making stuff. He's not really supposed to do that, because he's
supposed to keep a full load of baby-stuff ready in the morning for any
girls whose crotches smell like they need it.
My mother holds
the record in our group, I think. She has had 14 babies. She must have
hundreds of grandchildren, though only a few of them have stayed with
her. My mom is really old, though, 25 years old she thinks. It's around
age 10 that your mortality starts sinking in. Half of us make it to our
15th birthday. But you know -- everyone has to go some time. When an
older girl is pregnant and starts having contractions, she goes off to
have the baby and sometimes she doesn't come back. Other times a girl
just doesn't wake up in the morning. It's sad to lose friends. But I
love my life. I am usually pregnant, with a baby nursing on one breast
and sometimes one on the other.
Life summary by a reproducing teen from "The Centaurot Invasion"
by G. M. Chen.
My
life is pretty simple. When I was younger, I knew the older boys were
going off to do something related to sex, but I didn't know quite what.
They took me away a little earlier, when I was eight. I went to live
with a bunch of girls, quite a difference from the all-male environment
I had been in as a boy. There were babies everywhere and all the girls
seemed to be pregnant. I saw girls and big boys having sex regularly.
It seemed weird. Why would he want to put his penis inside her? Why on
earth would she let him? But puberty took hold of me too, of course.
Some of the bigger girls, ones my age, encouraged me when I was still
starting out, and it felt OK but not great. Soon it started feeling
great, around the same time I could start feeling stuff spurting out
the end of my penis. The cennies encourage sex, and so does everyone
else. One of my specialties is the girls who are just two. I guess I
have a penis that is on the small side. I often am the one to try
sliding into those little girls to see when they are ready. I have to
strike a balance between not hurting her and not letting her run the
show. None of the little ones really likes it at first, so you have to
figure when she is in pain and when she just doesn't feel like it. They
get used to it and it doesn't hurt at all. Once my penis can press into
her without too much trouble, it's my job to have sex with her as often
as I can, and before long all that stimulation makes it so the other
boys can fit too. Then we all have sex with her a lot, because it helps
wake her body up faster so she can have babies sooner.
Every
morning I make the rounds sniffing the girls' crotches -- and every
afternoon and evening too. Sometimes I find one who has that amazing
wonderful smell, and then I have sex with her right then. That's when
we can make her pregnant. I like to be first. She's almost always
eager, but if she isn't she has to let us do it to her anyway -- though
in theory she can refuse and go to live with the sick girls. The first
time a three-year-old gets her fertile smell it has a heavenly pure
quality. But when there aren't any girls who are fertile I find the
girls who just like sex, and most do. A lot of the time they come to
find me. I love seeing a girl lying on her back, legs apart, breasts,
and between her legs the hair, and the crack, and that luscious hot
vagina. The little ones are great too, but the mature ones are life's
dessert, you might say. I have sex on average about 10 times a day, I
would say.
The ethics of the human population
expansion project from "Report
on Earth", Volume 4, translated from the Centaurotian.
Human
semen lightly processed and taken orally by a centaurot decreases
significantly the pain she feels on mating, and decreases somewhat the
urge to mate. We desire a large population of humans as soon as
possible to provide semen as needed. Once the decision was made to use
humans in this way, we had a large problem. We had only one planet of
humans, with a mere 10^10 [10 billion] or so humans, and moreover we
were able to seed our breeding programs with only 10^6 [one million], a
tiny fraction. Since on the order of 10^25 centaurots are in need of
human semen, and we estimate we need one human male to provide semen
for ten centaurots, we had to figure out how to achieve a 10^18
increase in human population. The limiting factor in human population
growth is uteruses. Only one baby (occasionally two) can grow in a
uterus at a time. We needed to find a way to get human females to have
as many babies as possible, and critically to get girls to start
bearing children as soon as possible. When treated with a careful mix
of extra female hormones and extra growth hormones, a girl will enter
puberty around age 3, while her body is still developing. She can be
impregnated at that time, and her own body will continue to grow as the
baby's grows. Her baby needs to be delivered by Caesarian section --
all babies are delivered that way. A girl can give birth about once a
year, nine months for the pregnancy and a few months to recover. She
can nurse the one while pregnant with the next. We are fortunate that
humans reproduce so rapidly. Unfortunately a girl on our hormone
combination who has babies every year starting at age four lives to a
median age of 14. (Girls who do not conceive right away live a little
longer.) This is the most controversial part of our program, since with
proper care humans can live to be 90 or 100. We have to trade off the
shortened lifespans of the girls with the pain all of us centaurots
feel when we mate.
A human population in our program can
increase about 10-fold within about ten years. We could achieve the
desired 10^18 population increase for humans in about 180 years in
theory, though in practice it will take longer. We have made a priority
of dispersing small groups of humans far and wide. The breeding modules
are mass-produced, portable and are optimized for human reproduction
and happiness. They have no windows, shielding them from seeing things
they might find repugnant or at the least disorienting. Breeding
colonies have been established in each sector, and we are working on
starting a small breeding population in each sub-sector. Thereafter we
will work to get one on each planet and then scattered across planets
of course. If we ultimately have one human for every four centaurots,
all worlds will have to make infrastructure available, including
housing and food, but that should not be a limiting factor.
Some
humans willingly entered breeding colonies when it was explained that
they and their descendants would populate all of the billions of
centaurot worlds. But many were resistant, since they and their progeny
would be slaves, lacking autonomy. It is true that some coercion was
used, mostly taking young girls against the wishes of their parents. As
noted above, we were only able to seed the programs with about 10^6
humans. The breeding program produces as many males as females. Since
only a few of the males are needed for the ongoing breeding, we have
settled the excess males into semen-donation programs by providing them
with a careful blend of extra male hormones and growth hormones. Partly
we are perfecting semen donation for the future, partly we are feeding
research programs to make the best use of the harvested semen, and
partly the semen is already available for use by some of our most
honored citizens.
With regard to the ethical objections, we note
a few things. Humans, like any life form, seek to expand and fill every
available niche. Our humans will be doing that. Males are now at 9.7 on
the 10-point Geerklick happiness scale, compared to 5.1 in their
natural condition on earth. Females are now at 7.4, compared to 4.6 on
earth. Orgasm is the most intense form of human pleasure, and males are
experiencing it on average perhaps once every two minutes. Females are
also having more orgasms than they were on earth. They are also bearing
and nursing children at a far higher rate than on earth, a prime
contributor to their higher score. Neither gender worries about hunger,
disease, homelessness, injustice, poverty, ecological collapse, old age
or boredom. Both genders have an increased sense of well-being on the
hormone mixtures that accentuate their gender's sexuality. Both genders
can opt out of the program they are in. Girls can decide not to have
sex and not to bear more children, and can even live in a child-free
environment. Boys can decide not to participate in semen donation. Very
few do, and it is usually associated with a biological defect or
disease. On the downside, neither gender gets the level of medical care
they did on earth. Infant mortality is 3% or so, as is maternal
mortality below the age of ten (after it is much higher of course). The
median age of female death is 15, and 50 for males.
The biggest
loss, of course, is autonomy. These humans are not in charge of their
own destinies, a major goal of most sentient species. Humans fought
hard and suffered many deaths trying to defend their world from us. It
is hard to see how we could reconcile our own goals with human
autonomy. The human home world is preserved with its institutions
largely intact and autonomy except where it conflicts with the modest
needs of us centaurots. It is not clear what niches humans will fill on
centaurot worlds. The purpose that is sufficient justification for
their export throughout the centaurot worlds is semen donation to
alleviate centaurot pain. There may be other uses, including as pets
and zoo animals. Some may win freedom or be granted freedom and develop
then as they see fit. In the natural course of events, centaurots may
go extinct on some worlds while humans survive, thus giving the humans
even more freedom to pursue their destinies on those planets.
One
program we are working on is transfer of human culture and history,
though the urgency of this is less than basic population increase.
There will come a time when breeding colonies will no longer be needed
and there are enough human males to provide semen without special
hormonal interventions. The humans deserve some form of their own
culture and institutions at that time, so we are working on colonies of
humans with the normal range of population, education, family
structure, and so forth. Just how much of human culture we can transmit
without fear of rebellion is not clear. We are certain that humans will
come to revere as martyrs the countless girls who are giving up their
normal lifespans to spread humanity through the local galaxies. We can
predict that the carefree, content, pleasurable life these girls lived
will not be given as much prominence. We are also certain that humans
will have an intense desire to study breeding colonies as a part of
their heritage, and we will need to preserve a few of them indefinitely.
Human Inspectors' report for Centaurots' "Phase II" plan from "Report on
Earth", Volume 4, translated from the Centaurotian.
The
Centaurots can do anything they want, of course. They could kill us
all. But for whatever reason, they try to hold to a code of ethics
which is not that different from ours. So they asked us to evaluate one
of their Phase II facilities for human population growth.
Our main question was whether this was a humane way to raise children,
so we took it from a child's point of view.
A
baby is cared for by centaurots wearing soft gloves, more comforting to
humans than their scaly skin. She lies on warm cloth and has a tube she
can suck on at any time to get formula, and a centaurot to get it to
her mouth if she can't find it. We sampled the formula and it tasted
very good. She has no diaper on. At appropriate intervals a centaurot
picks her up and holds her gently over a sort of toilet and places her
hand in warm water, which triggers urination and defecation, followed
by careful wiping and replacement in the crib. Occasional soiling of
the crib is cleaned up immediately. These girls seem to be feeding and
eliminating a larger percentage of the time than ordinary human
infants. The ones that can creep and crawl are allowed to do so, but
are returned to their cribs for sleeping and feeding. At what seems
like an appropriate age they are moved over to the main living quarters.
There are many notable aspects to the main living quarters.
The
permissiveness regarding food is remarkable. It is self-service and
available all the time. There are a number of liquids available from
straws and spigots. We sampled them and each was delicious, and they
include fruit flavors, milk, chocolate milk, and other blends we
couldn't quite classify, but they were all very good. A variety of
solid food is available, a few examples being pasta, banana, and
cheese. Many sweets are available, with no limit on their intake,
including fudge, brownies, and puddings. All are nutritionally
complete, we are assured. The girls are eating unlimited quantities of
the tastiest food a child was ever offered, including unlimited sweets.
It is amazing how much food they put away. There are bowls and cups
available, but no requirement to use them.
The girls get messy
quite quickly. Young children with no rules are naturally messy eaters.
While some of the girls seem to have toilet trained themselves, many
just let it loose wherever they are. The centaurots make little effort
to keep the girls from making messes. They instantly clean up some of
the worse ones, including feces. But the main form of cleaning is that
every hour or so the entire place and all the girls in it are hosed
down as needed. There are no clothes, and the girls just dry
comfortably in the warm air.
There are toys and some picture
books. A range of videos show on screens on the walls. We never saw a
child looking bored. However, the intellectual and social development
lags far behind what we would expect from girls of the ages we saw. The
girls do not use language.
There are squabbles among the children. When they escalate too far, a
centaurot gently intervenes.
But
the most startling aspect of the main living area is the sex. When the
girls are what appears to be about three years old they grow pubic
hair. Any number of girls were happy for us to inspect their private
parts, and it looks like they have mature vulva at age three. They
spend a fair amount of time masturbating, and whenever a boy
propositions them they accept enthusiastically. Sometimes they
proposition the boys. Sometimes the boy will lead her to a place
somewhat out of the way, and sometimes they just do it wherever they
are. They have no sense of shame and no desire for privacy. Others will
ignore them, except sometimes girls will look on, masturbating as they
look, apparently envious. The typical act of intercourse lasts less
than a minute. It is apparent that the girl is feeling great pleasure
from the instant the boy enters her, and has perhaps two orgasms during
the minute or so he is inside her. The boy also looks very happy as he
thrusts away and seems to enjoy his orgasm very much.
We have
described the babies as girls, though there are a few boys among them.
There seems to be about one boy for every five girls. The boys cover a
wider range of ages, and include young men. They have mature penises
and pubic hair at what looks like twelve years of age. The boys live
with the girls, though some of the older boys naturally tend to keep
their own company. The older boys could talk and told us they were
happy, and especially enjoyed all the sex they had with the girls.
While
we were there one girl who looked to be four years old was getting a
great deal of male attention. We saw two young men come in through an
otherwise-locked door to have sex with her, and were told they are from
other units similar to this one. She seemed eager to receive each of
them in turn in addition to the boys in this unit and was clearing
feeling a great deal of sexual pleasure. The centaurots explained that
she was in a fertile period. Going close to her the man in our team of
two could smell a distinctive odor she was giving off which he reported
as sexually arousing.
Girls looking to be about six years of age
have large bellies and the centaurots confirmed our conclusion that
they are pregnant. The larger ones have some trouble getting around,
and at some point they are moved to the next area.
This area has
only pregnant girls lying on their sides, with distended bellies
ranging from large to enormous to grotesquely huge. We judged the
oldest to be about nine. Putting aside our revulsion, we considered the
situation from their point of view. The girls were for the most part
eating and drinking, and smiled at us. We noticed an IV attached to
each, with some simple buttons nearby. The centaurots explained that
the buttons allowed self-administration of morphine, cocaine, and
another euphoria-inducing drug. Another one activated a vibrator so
they could administer themselves sexual pleasure, since it was awkward
for them to reach between their legs. A couple of the largest girls
seemed to be unconscious, and they were fitted with feeding tubes in
addition to the IV.
We did not see what happens next. We assume
that at some point the babies are delivered by C-section and that the
girl dies. The centaurots confirmed this. They stressed that the girl's
brainwaves are monitored and she is given enough of the morphine and
other drugs to keep her comfortable. She dies from the level of
morphine necessary to keep her comfortable instead of being killed, a
distinction which seems to matter as much to centaurots as it does to
us.
From one perspective, this program is a travesty of
everything humanity stands for. There is no autonomy and no culture.
Indeed, there is not even a significant population of adults.
Individual life is not valued. From another perspective, these girls
experience an almost uniformly pleasant life, including sexual and
drug-induced ecstasy. Given the centaurot premise that the human
population must grow extremely rapidly, we could not think of a more
humane way to achieve it.
Phase II of the human population expansion
project from "Report on
Earth", Volume 4, translated from the Centaurotian.
We
have developed and implemented a method of increasing the human
population more rapidly than we had previously thought possible, in
line with the political demands for more rapid universal access to
human semen. We have tried to balance these demands against the demands
of the ethical lobby.
The method started with enhancing the
genetic code of humans. The differential development is triggered only
by a complex artificial chemical. We continually verify by sampling
that when this chemical is withheld, humans develop in the normal
manner.
The human inspectors missed one important point. The
girls who they thought were three or four years old were actually one.
They thought the pregnant girls near the end of their lives were around
nine, but they were around two. These girls are growing much faster
than ordinary human babies.
A girl's sexual apparatus is formed
by one year of age, at which point she is the size of a normal
four-year-old human girl, though her intellectual development lags far
behind. She then has an estrus, when her frequent mating will result in
pregnancy. The embryos within her need little nutrition for the first
several months, during which her own body continues to grow quickly. By
her fifth month of pregnancy she is in most respects the size of a
normal eight-year-old girl, though with a much larger belly.
In
90% of cases she has between two and six embryos growing in her that
will reach maturity. As the humans noted, her belly and uterus expand
enormously late in pregnancy. When the babies are nearly mature the
underlying pain increases, and to keep her comfortable the morphine is
increased to the point where she dies. When this is imminent, a few
centaurot midwives are summoned. The chief midwife's job at the moment
the girl actually dies is to slit her belly and uterus open. The
midwives then retrieve in quick succession the live babies within. They
clean them off, give some quick checks and take them to the nursery.
During birth there is quite a mess of the dying girl's tissues and
blood, placentas, amniotic fluid, umbilical cords, and embryos that did
not reach maturity. We did not want the human inspectors to see this.
We
take some additional measures which give us the option in the future of
meeting humans' traditional desires with regard to life, death and
heritage. The girl's body is cremated and the remains kept in an urn
including her name (assigned by us using human conventions) and the
dates of her birth and death. We also keep records of ancestry so
future humans can construct family trees.
The doses of female
hormones required to make a girl complete sexual development at age one
are strong enough that her libidinal energies are also very strong.
From a month or so before her estrus until late in her pregnancy, she
is very interested in sex, and will engage in it several times a day if
she can. The males have also been given hormones to accelerate their
libidinal energy and sexual performance, and that in combination to
their greater natural interest means there are enough boys to satisfy
them.
Part of the girl's drug regimen as she approaches sexual
maturity is a factor which makes it difficult for male embryos to
implant, so she has mostly daughters. By varying the amount of this
factor we can vary the sex ratio of the babies born. Boy babies start
life in the same fashion as girl babies, though they are growing more
slowly. They reach sexual maturity only at age three, and they live
until age 40 or so, we believe, though the project has not been going
on that long. For the purposes of population growth alone, we could
make do with artificial insemination and far fewer males, but we
deliberately accept the inefficiency in order to give the girls better
lives by satisfying their sexual desires.
There is some concern
as to how we will transform these breeding colonies into more normal
human societies when we have the population at the size we want. We
sense it will involve a great deal of audio-visual material. It will
probably require who are somewhat like human adults as part of
the transition phase.
With the average girl giving birth to four girl babies at the end of
her two-year life, the population is doubling every year.
We need to consider the ethics of this project.
The
older method of breeding colonies gave rise to a 10-fold increase in
human population every 10 years, meaning we could meet our targets in
180 years. The Phase II method gives a 1000-fold increase every 10
years, allowing us to meet our targets in 60 years. The benefit of the
accelerated program to centaurot society is enormous.
The Phase
II boys are happy, exposed to many of the opportunities of a normal
childhood. The extra sex hormones give them an enhanced sense of
well-being, and the constant satisfaction of their sexual urges also
brings them pleasure and contributes to their quality of life. The
girls are also happy during their short lives. After a fairly normal
first year, at sexual maturity they experience enormous and frequent
pleasure from sexual intercourse. When they reach mid-pregnancy and are
no longer mobile, they are given drugs which they find highly
pleasurable. Although they self-administer morphine, they cannot
administer dangerous doses. None of them knows she is going to die in
childbirth; in fact none is mature enough to learn what the rest of us
all learn and that disquiets us: that death is inevitable.
We
make a point of not actually killing our girls, but instead following
the centaurot (and human) maxim that it is acceptable to cause death as
a side effect of keeping the patient comfortable. This still does not
satisfy many of our ethicists, who note we have created a situation
where we know the girl's pain would become intolerable and her comfort
will require a lethal dose of morphine, which taken together amounts to
murder. We have indeed created a species which in this Phase II form
has female members who are doomed to a particularly early demise.
We
note that humans in their history right up to the time of our arrival
treated enemies with great brutality. They treated their animals, even
those of notable intelligence, with callous indifference. We speculate
that if humans were in our position and found an intelligent species of
similar benefit, they would take far less effort to ease the suffering
of the other species.
We feel we have made the best compromise we can between political
pressure and ethics.
The life of a girl, Phase II from "The Centaurot Invasion"
by G. M. Chen.
We
owe our spread across the galaxy to the girls of Phase II. They could
not speak to an interviewer, of course, so the following three
descriptions are guesses, based partly on observation.
-------- 11 months
Wake up. Get up from cushion.
Squat to pee. Feels great.
Hungry.
Stuff brownie in mouth, tastes great. Take tube in mouth and push
button. Drink chocolate milk, wash down brownie, tastes great.
Crawl
to wall where movie shows animals playing. Put hand between legs and
rub. Feels good, then wave of pleasure breaks, feels great. Movie
interesting too.
Squat to poop. Feels great.
Try standing up to walk, and take a few steps. Fall down. Does not feel
great.
Boy walks up. Lie down with legs apart. But he is going somewhere else.
Disappointment.
Hungry
again. Mash banana and brownies together, eat some. Tastes good. Smush
all over body, for fun. Tube in mouth, raspberry-vanilla milkshake
tastes great. Spit some on body to mix with banana and brownies. Rub
some between legs.
Creature with gloves sprays with hose, warm water feels good.
Brownies/banana paste gone, unwiped bottom all clean.
Squat to pee. Feels great. Skin drying in warm air.
Girl crawls up, smiles and looks. Smile back. Pat hands and legs.
Boy
wandering around. Crawl to him fast, tug on his hand. Lie down with
legs wide apart. He smiles, smile back. His penis is long and straight.
Squirm and bang feet in anticipation. Boy gets down and puts penis
between legs, slides in. Feels great, great, great. He grunts, sliding
penis in and out. Great, great, GREAT! Penis sliding in and out more.
Great, great. Great, GREAT!
Boy leaves. Lie resting, feeling great, looking sideways at movie on
the wall.
Hungry.
Get up, but first squat to pee and poop both. To different food
station. Tube of chocolate/banana/orange liquid. Drink. Rest. Drink
more. Rest. Drink more.
Find little pile of girls sleeping. Lie down on pile and drift off to
sleep.
---------- 13 months
Wake up rubbing between legs, feeling great. Big boy is waiting. Squat
to pee quick, then lie down again.
Big boy slides in penis, oh great, great, GREAT!! Great, great,
GREAT!!!! Pleasure overwhelms. Boy leaves.
Other
boy waiting, but hungry. Crawl to find tube for chocolate milk. Drink
some. Boy pushes down on back. Spread legs. Drinking while boy slides
in. Great, great. Stop drinking long enough to feel GREAT!! Pant a
little. Still hungry, so drink more, feel great, great GREAT!!
Another boy! Penis between legs, feels good, great, GREAT! Lots of
great.
Big
boy lifts up, turns around so face down. Penis slides in from rear,
feels great, Great, GREAT! Penis fills up, pushes way up tight against
innards, feels GREAT!!, GREAT!!, GREAT!!, GREAT!!!!!!!!!!!
Hungry. Drink more. Squat to pee.
Sleeping on floor. Wake to boy moving sleeping body around, slides
penis in, yawn, great, great GREAT!! Yawn, snooze.
------------ 21 months
Wake
up sleepy. Pee and poop without getting up, getting up is too hard.
Find straw and drink. Buttery chocolate slides down easy, great. Look
at movie on far wall, has kids playing, boys bouncing up and down on
girls, penis going in and out. Push button for hum between legs, to
feel like that girl feels, great, great, GREAT! Push button for more
pleasant sounds and sights.
Doze. Wake up to pee more, drink more buttery chocolate liquid. Nice
aliens cleans all over with warm water, feels good.
Alien helps turn over from left side to right, belly hurts. Ouch! Push
button. Floating feeling, feels good.