The
Cure
by Sterling From the Preface to the first edition of The Cure, by Abdul Newman
Abdul
Newman developed the first of the Third Generation of cures for cancer.
It was a stunning breakthrough. In this book -- itself a masterpiece --
Newman describes the Cure from various angles. These include his own
personal life story, the relevant background science from other fields,
the political landscape against which he operated in different
countries, the economics of his operation, and even its effect on
literature. Large parts are accessible to laymen.
I
have The Cure. All across the world, every day, young and otherwise
healthy people hear the dreaded diagnosis: cancer, prognosis very poor.
They
can try experimental drugs and protocols. They can try any of a variety
of herbal remedies, directed meditations, or New Age therapies. They
can pray. Studies done with any semblance of impartiality suggest that
none of these methods work.
Or they can go to Giver of Life. That's my organization. Our method works.
Giver
of Life now occupies a location on the pleasant south coast of Cuba,
inside a perimeter with its own airport. For a sizable annual fee, the
Cuban government provides protection against possible legal or even
military action by incensed groups or states.
To be eligible for
treatment at Giver of Life, a prospective recipient of the Cure must
provide some combination of the following:
1. A large sum of cash. This is rarely enough when it comes from the merely rich.
2.
A happy, healthy mother in a late-stage uncomplicated pregnancy. She
will give birth, attended by reasonably high-end obstetric care. She
will return within three weeks of birth with infant, both unscathed.
3.
A happy, healthy, handsome, well-adjusted virgin teenage boy, who will
no longer be a virgin upon his return in six months. He will report a
positive (often fantastic) experience, healthy in every respect, and be
equally well adjusted to life as a control group of peers.
4. A
happy, healthy, pretty virgin girl between three and five years after
menarch (her first period). She will no longer be a virgin when she
returns after six months, but will have no diseases and will not be
pregnant. Such girls upon their return to society report a positive
(often fantastic) experience and are better adjusted than a control
group of peers.
5. A happy, healthy, pretty six-year-old girl.
She will also quite possibly no longer be a virgin, but upon her return
in six months she will be healthy in every respect, report a positive
experience and be better adjusted to life than a control group of peers.
The
cash and the pregnant women are easy to come by. The teenage boys are
offered with a nod and wink after the most pro forma objections. Those
contributions don't usually buy much.
Young teenage virgin girls
are not quite so easy. Six-year-olds are by far the hardest to come by.
But a fatal diagnosis can give rise to a determined will, a will which
often finds a way.
Jamie's
mother had been diagnosed with pancreatic cancer two months earlier.
She was feeling fine at the moment, so she was able to come to Giver of
Life with her daughter. She would be given her treatment as soon as she
said goodbye to her Jamie, one of the six-year-olds.
The two of them were put up initially in a luxurious guest house on the beach.
On
the first day Jamie was introduced to a dozen other pretty, happy,
healthy, well-adjusted six-year-olds who had arrived not too long
before. They were all staying in the Manor, as it was called. They had
superb play equipment, play-house set-ups and free access to the
pleasant beach. Jamie was encouraged to join them in a fabulous
continuous sleepover, which she was delighted to do the second night.
With
Jamie integrated into the group and feeling at home, her mother said
goodbye. As she did she fulfilled her duty in explaining to Jamie that
rules about stranger touch were suspended here, and as long as things
felt OK to her, she should allow them and not worry based on previous
admonitions. Her mother would get her treatment in another part of the
complex before flying home. Jamie returned to her sleepover party.
The
food included spaghetti, pizza, burgers -- anything she wanted. There
was an amazing variety of appealing sweets. She loved the ice cream
sundaes. When she took one with her to the dress-up area and made a
mess, no one got angry. The dress-up clothes were whisked away to be
cleaned and she was just lovingly led to a quick warm shower and given
new clean clothes.
It was a revolving sleepover party. Girls
arrived one by one and stayed about a week. Their next destination was
the Castle, which they could see in the distance down the beach. It was
a magnificent imposing structure with white stone walls and turrets.
Each morning one or two girls left.
One of Jamie's teachers
whispered to her one evening that she had been summoned to the Castle
and they would journey there the next day. In her excitement she slept
fitfully, but morning finally came. An ornate coach with four horses
and liveried footmen pulled up outside the Manor, and one of her
teachers rode in the coach with her. As it rolled along the sand, the
Castle's sheer size became apparent and more detail became visible.
After they alighted from the coach, she and her teacher crossed the
drawbridge. Guards with lances pulled them aside to let them pass.
In
a small room right across the drawbridge she encountered her first
request for stranger touch. The teacher said they needed to do a little
something before she could enter the Castle. After hearing a brief
explanation, Jamie consented. She sat back, hitched up her dress and
removed her panties. She felt a little cool antiseptic on her labia,
after some delay a pinch and after more delay a little tugging, then it
was all done. The teacher had swabbed a little antiseptic on the spot
on her labia, and a minute later had given a small injection of
Novocain. She then had inserted under her skin a tiny remote-control
vibrator located right behind her clitoris.
After that painless
procedure her teacher bid her farewell. Before she left, the teacher
bowed low to her and called her "my lady". The teacher left through the
door they had entered by, but a different door opened to admit Jamie to
a large hall in the Castle. She was introduced to the new group of
happy, pretty, well-adjusted girls, which included most of the same
girls who had left the Manor house before her but many more.
The
Castle offered a daily routine similar to the Manor, with the same
offer of play equipment, dress-up, and luscious food. It also had
turrets to climb, secret passages to discover, and even mazes. She was
supervised by ladies in waiting instead of mere teachers.
Her
first night as she lay in bed the vibrator came on briefly so mildly
she wasn't even sure she felt it. In the morning and periodically
during the day it came on a little more, and it felt kind of good. She
started paying more attention to this part of her body that she hadn't
thought about much. Up until now, it had been a place where the pee
came out and nothing more.
One thing she had noticed was that
most of the girls wore loose gowns or dresses with no underwear
beneath. She started fondling and exploring herself "down there" as she
noticed some other girls doing.
The ladies in waiting offered
various activities. A solemn one was time in one of the cozy but richly
appointed Rooms of Contemplation. Before she entered the lady gave her
a magic ball of gold. The tighter she squeezed it, the stronger the
vibrator came on. This was feeling great!
There were crystal
balls throughout the Castle and she could see other girls looking into
them from time to time. To get a vision to appear, a girl had to find
the proper hidden magic spots to touch on each one. When approached
with proper deference, the girls who had been in the Castle longer
would tell where they were. At some level she recognized what she saw
as movies.
They showed mountains, forests, and beautiful
sunsets. They showed birds soaring, horses galloping, and baby animals
with their mothers. They showed children at play, some in clothes and
some naked, and she giggled sometimes at the little penises the naked
boys had. There were older boys who were naked too. There were pictures
of delicious desserts which were then served at dinner that night.
There were pictures of little princesses and older princes who swooped
them up into their arms -- and when that happened Jamie's vibrator came
on gently. In the earlier visions a magnificent figure would appear in
the distance: the King. When he rode up in later visions he was
revealed to be a handsome man in finery with a solid gold crown and
mounted on a white horse. All the boys and girls in the vision bowed
down before him.
In the main halls of the Castle there were also large framed portraits of the King.
Some of the girls wore jeweled tiaras. She asked how she could get one, and was told she should wait and see if she was chosen.
On
the fourth day Jamie was told that she had been invited to start the
path to earning a tiara. The first step was to enter a small private
room. There was a crystal ball, and when its enchantment was released
it showed an intriguing vision.
A little girl like her was lying
on an ornate canopy bed. As the vision began the girl became quiet and
assumed a far-off expression, and just as she did Jamie's own vibrator
came on. The girl spread her legs.
Then a woman dressed in royal
clothes and a crown (could it be the Queen?) appeared with a decorated
magic wand as thin as a pencil. She showed that it was covered with a
magic slippery substance. The camera zoomed in to show her parting the
girl's little flaps between her legs and gently pushing the slippery
thing into the vagina, and each time she pushed it a little farther in,
Jamie's vibrator gave a thrilling surge. After she had pushed it to a
certain point, she left it a few minutes while she performed some
magic. She alternated reading from an ornate scroll and touching the
little girl repeatedly on her forehead, fingers, and toes with a
magnificently bejeweled glove she wore. Then the woman in the crystal
ball removed the magic wand from between the little girl's legs and
Jamie's vibrator turned off. The vision ended.
Jamie was then
told by the lady in waiting that if she would do as that little girl
had done over a course of days she could earn a tiara. Her mother had
said it was OK for people to touch her private parts if it felt OK to
her. If the vision and the associated feelings between her legs were
any indication this was going to feel very good, so she took only an
instant to agree.
After lunch a lady in waiting led her through
a tiny secret door to an antechamber to meet the woman she had seen in
the vision. She introduced herself as a royal Duchess; she was not the
Queen. She was even more magnificent in person than in the vision. The
Duchess asked her if she wanted to allow the magic wand to enter her
vagina as she had seen in the movie. When Jamie nodded
enthusiastically, the Duchess asked if she was really sure. Jamie was
sure. With Jamie's decision firmly made, the Duchess offered her hand
to help Jamie over the threshold to a small inner chamber which held
the ornate canopy bed.
Jamie lay down and sank onto the
silk-covered mattress which gave way luxuriously beneath her. She
hitched up her skirt and spread her legs as the girl in the movie had.
Then just as in the movie the Queen started sliding the wand up inside
her bit by bit. It felt a little strange at first, as she had never
felt anything inside there. It did not hurt. As it entered she got a
surge of vibrator each time it pushed a little farther in. The Duchess
left it in for a few minutes while Jamie listened to the Duchess read
incantations and touch the jeweled glove to her various extremities.
She then withdrew the wand.
The Duchess then led Jamie out of
the tiny room, and in the anteroom opened a gilded case to reveal a
jeweled tiara -- her own jeweled tiara. The Duchess placed it on her
head with ceremony and declared she was now a Junior Princess.
She
returned to that room every day for the same ceremony with the magic
wands. They got bigger from day to day, though she didn't think much of
it.
She was now allowed to look into a special Junior Princess
crystal ball -- larger than the others -- and each day she got to see a
different vision. As before she saw beautiful scenery, food, and fun,
but naked children took up more and more of the visions. Some of the
little boys had penises that were long and sticking out, which made her
giggle. There were bigger boys, and their straight penises were quite
impressive looking. She didn't notice that there were no older girls,
just little girls like her.
In some of the visions the boys and
little girls started kissing, and as they did her vibrator came on a
little. Then there were images of the boys rubbing their penises
against the little girls' bellies. A day later she saw a big boy put
his penis right at the opening to a girl's vagina. In that moment she
saw how the big penises were similar in size and shape to the big magic
wands the Duchess had been putting inside her lately. Later in that
vision a big boy had his penis poised at a girl's vagina and he slowly
started pushing it in, and as he did, Jamie's vibrator came on with the
biggest surge it had ever had. As the boy slid his penis back and forth
it went in a little farther with each stroke, and Jamie's vibrator
surged with each instroke.
The next day she entered the anteroom
as usual. The Duchess said she had an exciting secret. She could now
reveal that she was the King's sister. The Duchess informed Jamie that
the Queen of the Realm had passed away a year before -- she paused and
gave a reverent bow -- and as his mourning came to an end the King was
looking for a Princess to become his new Queen! The King wanted to see
her! This was a great honor. Did she want to meet him? Jamie agreed in
an instant. The Duchess told her she must be very good when she was
with him.
The next day in the inner chamber the Duchess gave her
a fine white silk gown and white silk slippers to wear. Then the
Duchess opened a door in the inner chamber that had blended so well
with the wall that she had never noticed it before. The Duchess led her
through the door to a whole part of the Castle she had never been to
before. They climbed a grand staircase. On the floor above there was a
pair of great carved wooden doors with a guard on each side. As they
approached, the two guards opened the door. There at the end of a long
hall was the King, the same one she had seen in the visions. Her heart
beat faster. He was dressed in his best finery and seated on an
impressive throne of oak inlaid with jewels. As instructed, Jamie bowed
her head and walked slowly towards him. She paused at the foot of the
dais before the throne and knelt.
The king spoke. "You may
arise, Princess Jamie." "Come closer," and with trembling heart she
did. He asked her to turn around once in a circle, then once the other
way. Then he said, "Open your robes". She hesitated only a second, then
opened her robes to show her naked body within. His face remained
impassive. "You may go," he said.
She closed her robe again and
tried to maintain dignity and decorum as she hurried back down the
carpet and out between the great doors to where the Duchess stood
waiting. The Duchess did not look particularly happy. She led her back
to the inner chamber and said it didn't look like he was too pleased
with her, but she shouldn't feel too bad because he was considering
many Princesses. Still, Jamie was dejected.
But the next day when Jamie entered the special antechamber the Duchess was glowing. The King wanted to see her again!
The
Duchess explained that now there was another test to pass. He wanted to
touch her. If he was so moved, he might even ask to slide his penis
into her, like the big boys in the movies. If he was pleased he might
make her Queen. Jamie felt a huge thrill of excitement, though with a
little fear too. The Duchess explained that she did not have to do
this; she could turn in her tiara and relinquish her status as Junior
Princess.
Her mother had told her that stranger touch was OK if
it felt OK to her. She sensed that this was a very intimate form of
touching. She also knew how good it felt when the magic wands slid into
her, and she had seen how it looked and felt in the visions when the
big boys slid their penises into the little girls. She decided she was
interested. Very interested.
So that very afternoon the Duchess
led her again to the Throne Room. As Jamie rose from kneeling in front
of the dais, the King told her to approach until she was within a few
inches of his royal person. She felt a charge of excitement when the
King touched her forehead. He rose from his throne, took her hand and
ushered her into a richly appointed Royal Bedchamber opening off the
back of the hall. He kissed her hand, then slowly slid her robe off and
asked her to lie back on the bed, a magnificent huge bed covered with
silk and furs, covered by a canopy within a canopy.
The King
removed his crown and garments, ending with the royal trousers, and
there was a large royal penis. Her vibrator slowly came on. He lay
beside her and began by kissing her for a little while. Then for some
minutes his hands glided all over her body: hair, ears, face, neck,
shoulders and arms. He spent special attention to her chest. He moved
his hands below and stroked her calves, thighs, hips and belly and then
focused his attention between her legs, focusing on her labia and what
lay within. He now raised himself above her, and she could see the
royal penis was now long and straight. Her heart was pounding with
excitement.
He placed the tip of his penis at the entrance to
her vagina and asked her permission to continue. Jamie gave the
briefest nod. Then the King stared intently at her face as he slowly
slid in. Jamie's eyes were wide with excitement as the penis went in
smoothly, just like a magic wand, but also very different. It was
vibrant, alive, and intimately part of the King himself. Her vibrator
came on more strongly than ever before. He moved the royal penis back
and forth inside her, emitting royal grunts and blessing her with royal
smiles for what seemed a long time. His pace increased and she felt the
penis surge against her innards when it was in all the way. Then her
vibrator came on far stronger than it had ever before, and she felt her
excitement break in a great wave of pleasure. At that moment the King
cried out and gradually his motion slowed. It looked like he had felt
the same kind of pleasure she had.
He lay his sweaty royal body
down on top of her but partly to the side so she could breathe. She was
excited to feel him against her skin so intimately. He stroked her
chest, her thighs, her cheeks, and gave her a kiss on the lips. Then he
put on a simple robe, said goodbye and left.
The Duchess then
appeared, and the first thing she did was to put a magic wand into her
vagina where the royal penis had just been, a wand with a tube attached
to the end. After a short incantation from the Duchess there was a
little unusual sensation inside her, but Jamie was thinking how much
she was in love with the King. The Duchess beamed at her and said she
had done well.
Now she was no longer a Junior Princess, but a
Senior Princess, so she was too exalted to associate with mere Junior
Princesses. She now stayed in a smaller room with just one other girl,
another Senior Princess. Jamie couldn't help confiding that the King
was considering her to be his Queen, and the other princess was more
than a little envious.
The Duchess went to her the next day. The
King wanted to see her again! So she was summoned to the Throne Room
and thence to the Royal Bedchamber every day, where the King kept
putting his penis in her, and she had waves of intense pleasure break
over her just as his thrusts became their fastest and deepest.
Sometimes
he held himself above her as he had the first day, but sometimes he lay
down on her and hugged her tightly while his penis went in. Sometimes
they were side by side. Sometimes they assumed a position she had also
seen in the crystal ball. She knelt on her hands and knees and the King
put his penis into her from behind.
After every intimate
interlude with the King the Duchess inserted the magic wand with the
tube. She felt a little funny down below her stomach, a little crampy
sometimes, but nothing much.
After some weeks, the Duchess
announced that the King wanted to marry her. In deference to the memory
of the late Queen the ceremony would be small. There was a Royal
Wedding, and Jamie at the age of six became Queen of the Realm. That
night and for the following week she slept in the Royal Bed with the
King, who asked to put his penis in her just about every morning and
night, and sometimes woke her in the middle of the night to ask her as
well. She always agreed with enthusiasm. Her vibrator always came on
and she felt magnificent pleasure.
As the week wore on one of
the ladies in waiting came to speak to her, a lady who had cared for
her when she first arrived at the Castle. She asked her about her life
back home in the United States. She asked where she was from, what
school she went to, who her friends were, and so forth. She gave her
news about how her family was doing and news from her school. Then the
teacher from the Manor appeared, the one who had escorted her to the
Castle in the coach. She said that her mother hoped to see her soon.
Jamie
had known all along that she was going to go back home and that this
was make believe, though it had been very compelling. She did miss her
family. The King gave her a big hug and a smile when they parted for
the last time.
Her vibrator was removed, and she was taken back
to the Estate, a place quite like the Manor. She shared it with a few
other pretty, happy, well-adjusted girls who had also been in the
Castle for some time. As she stayed the details of what had happened in
the Castle grew fuzzier in her mind.
One day her mother arrived,
and Jamie ran to her and gave her a big hug. She described how she had
had a wonderful time. Her mother was pleased that her daughter had
enjoyed her time at the Castle. She was even more delighted that her
pancreatic cancer had been cured.
That
is a description of how a six-year-old experiences her role in the
Cure. Not bad, wouldn't you say? It included child rape, of course, but
very pleasant child rape.
The fuzzification of Jamie's memories
was due to a mild drug. She probably reported a royal wedding and
undoubtedly reported intimacy with the King, but she also may have
mentioned snowy mountains, dragons, and unicorns.
I am the King,
of course. Naturally I am considering not just a single Senior Princess
at a time, but anywhere from three to five. They live with only a
single roommate once I take them on in that role so they cannot compare
notes to discover my infidelity. I only have on queen at a time, since
I only occupy one bed at night.
This entire setup is necessary to provide a vital part of the Cure.
Girls
have far more eggs than they will ever need, and they die off
continually throughout childhood. Some of the drugs administered to
Jamie through the magic wand were designed to enlarge her vagina and
prepare it for intercourse. Other drugs were the source of those
cramping sensations, and they woke some of those excess eggs and
induced them to come down through fallopian tube, uterus, and cervix.
My semen fertilized them, in some sense, though they could not have
become human embryos under any circumstances. The magic wand that went
into Jamie after each of our bouts of royal sex sucked up this fluid.
This is the most difficult component of the Cure to obtain.
The
Royal Wedding helped Jamie feel less exploited, as did sleeping with me
at night. I loved snuggling with her at night, as I did all of my wives
-- a new one each week. As for the sex at night during that week, it
was entirely for my own pleasure, I admit.
Some little girls
drop out, sometimes when it is time to volunteer to put the magic wand
up inside them, sometimes when their bodies do not respond well to the
hormones growing and stretching their vaginas, and sometimes when it is
time to volunteer for sex with the king.
We make use of some of
those dropouts in supporting roles, such as the Princess who shared
Jamie's room when she was Senior Princess. We keep them all in our
service for the same length of time, and the drop-outs do irrelevant
things. Their reports mislead the investigators who are trying to
duplicate our method. Some of the girls are offered exotic food. Some
is tasty, and some less so, but the tastes are distinctive. We take
blood, urine, and stool samples from them. It is all irrelevant. I
assume that by the time this is published some years from now the
methods will be known, but they are not known now.
Ellen
was 15. She had been "volunteered" to help cure her father's cancer.
Her period had first come four years before. She was pretty, well
adjusted, and healthy. She wore easily the role of saint, sacrificing
her virginity for her father's health. She truly did love her father
and would be devastated to lose him -- but she was also very horny.
She
flew down without her parents, but like Jamie joined a dozen happy,
healthy, well-adjusted pretty girls of her age for a great sleepover
party at the Club. They were under the supervision of Michelle, a sexy,
fashionable lady who they all looked up to.
After they had been
at the Club for a little while, one by one they were asked out by a
fairly handsome older man. Michelle made it clear they did not have to
date him, but most of the girls did. He was very romantic and the dates
were spectacular.
On their first date the mystery man took Ellen
up for a magnificent candlelit dinner on a terrace overlooking the
ocean. Theirs was the only table, and a half-dozen waiters attended to
their every whim. It was in a hotel perched on a cliff with the beach
far below. They danced. His hands were all over her -- with her
implicit consent -- and on their second date she was happy to lose her
virginity. She lost herself in orgasms as the handsome stranger pumped
her full of his seed. They had two more dates, each ending with
spectacular sex. Then she saw him no more. She missed him, but not too
much. There were other opportunities.
Since she had arrived she
had been through a number of tests and activities. In one notable
procedure she was hooked up with sensors all over her body -- including
one sticking up her vagina -- and shown a series of still pictures and
movies of a series of teenage boys. In some of the films the boys were
naked, and she had to admit they were mostly pretty hunky.
After
all those tests were concluded she was introduced to one of the sexiest
ones for an initial chaste date. His name was Charlie. After hearing
that she liked him, Michelle said she should feel free to have sex if
she wanted. However, if she did she had to wear something in her vagina
quite similar to what she had learned in sex ed class was a diaphragm.
The other condition was that if she did have sex she had to report back
to Michelle within half an hour. The grown-ups were actually urging her
to have sex!
She and Charlie needed no encouragement. They
quickly found a secluded spot in a shady grove and could barely get
undressed fast enough. They embraced each other. She opened her legs to
him to expose her vagina and he slid his penis in with great
excitement. He couldn't control himself very well, and with a huge sigh
and rapid breathing he came in seconds. The intensity of his passion
thrilled Ellen, but naturally she didn't come. The buzzer on her ankle
(somehow sensing Charlie's ejaculation, she realized, a little creeped
out) reminded her she had to get back to the Club, but she asked
Charlie to come with her. He waited outside as Michelle removed the
diaphragm-like thing in a private room. Ellen asked with only the
slightest trace of embarrassment if she and Charlie could do it again.
Michelle smiled just a little and said she could, but she would first
insert another of those things into her, and the same rules applied.
So
back to the grove. This time they kissed for a while. He sucked her
nipples and massaged her between the legs. He was prepared to be very
patient to atone for his too-quick orgasm before. He was so patient
that after half an hour she had to tell him she really wanted it inside
her NOW. Then when he got inside her he held back. Every time his penis
went in and out it tugged on her labia, which gently massaged her
clitoris. Every time he got in all the way his pubic bone bumped into
it. It didn't take her long to come, and it was magnificent, as he came
too, rock hard penis deep in supple, silky vagina, handsome horny boy
with gorgeous, horny girl, no guilt or coercion, doing a favor for the
grownups no less. The spurts were strong, her contractions strong,
their pleasure intense.
So she and Charlie did it three times
that day, and then twice a day for a while. They took a break when she
had her period, experimenting with more chaste romantic activities, and
she gave Charlie an occasional hand job. But her period hadn't fully
ended before they went right back at it. The six months flew by.
Neither of them wanted to leave because they were in love. They could
at least exchange contact information and meet back home if they
wanted. Follow-up studies suggest that many pairs introduced in that
way did develop long-term relationships even when distance was an
obstacle.
The moderately handsome older man who takes the
virginity of the teenagers is me, of course. I alternate between my
role as King and Handsome Older Man, while also finding time for
administrative and scientific work.
My attentions to Ellen and
the other girls her age presumably have no vital effect on the process,
but no one knows for sure. I enjoy the girls immensely.
Janell
was a pregnant woman. She came on behalf of a work colleague who had
gotten a fatal diagnosis. She stayed at the Nest with others in her
condition, a facility equally lavish as the Manor, the Estate, and the
Club but attuned to the tastes of pregnant women. She went into labor a
week after her arrival. As previously arranged she was started on IV
sedation as the transition phase began. The sedation kept her
comfortable but more importantly kept her relaxed for one crucial
moment that was to follow.
After she gave birth, the baby was
whisked away and attended to. The cord, placenta, and amniotic sac were
all saved for future use.
When the baby was ready to be brought
back in, a vibrator was applied to Janell's clitoris, carefully
avoiding her strained and sore tissues, and turned on full blast. She
was brought to orgasm just as the crying baby was brought to the woman.
The combination of her relaxation under IV sedation, her orgasm, and
the baby's crying caused her breasts to shoot out quantities of milk
into the cups placed there to capture it.
But it wasn't actually
milk, it was colostrum. This is the first liquid a baby drinks, packed
with antibodies and other unknown beneficial substances to get the baby
off to a good start in life biochemically. The baby had missed its
colostrum, but it was a minor loss. Janell was none the wiser.
I
have described the experience of the different participants in the
making of the Cure. Now I will describe how these experiences all fit
together to produce the fluid that contains the Cure.
This is the great secret that thousands of people around the world are trying to duplicate:
A
piece of the amniotic sac (treated by the Vorster-Chang method) is
fashioned into a small bag and given a fair quantity of cord blood,
with its famous stem cells. The amniotic sac from a single birth starts
a dozen or more small bags, not just one. We next pour into the bag the
fluid that has been sucked from little girls' vaginas: fertilized
proto-eggs, little girl lubrication, and semen, with its complex and
mysterious biochemical properties. We add fresh colostrum. The bag is
then sealed, but it is permeable so that some things can go in but
nothing can come out (this selective permeability a result of the
Vorster-Chang treatment).
The bag is then placed in the vagina
of a girl like Ellen, at the nexus of the most positive, powerful
creative act of the human species. Charlie had been chosen as her mate
because her body sensors while she was looking at the young men showed
that at a gut level, he was the hottest. Charlie had similarly seen
videos of girls and been chosen for Ellen based on a good match. There
in Ellen's vagina was sperm-filled semen, freshly shot with urgent
force from the penis of an ideal young man, the penis tip still on the
spot, its skin perhaps giving off life-affirming substances yet
unknown. It surged into the vagina of a profoundly sexually hungry
perfect female body, mind also perfectly aligned for the act. During
her fertile phase, when the highest-quality anti-cancer drug was being
made, the chemistry and biochemistry and microbiochemistry of her
vagina were attuned in every way to welcome the semen, welcome the
sperm, and do their utmost to get her pregnant -- some of that tuning
undoubtedly unknown to science.
Sitting in the middle of this,
listening but not talking, so to speak, was the little sac, and through
its membranes seep whatever substances are behind this peak act of
human life-producing creativity.
The contents of the little sac
need further processing. It is both too technical to describe here but
also, in the words of the patent business, obvious to one of average
skill in the art.
The processed product is injected into the veins of a cancer patient. It often cures the cancer.
From the Preface to the second edition of The Cure, published twelve years after the first.
Newman's The Cure
is a classic in medicine, sociology and psychology, among other fields.
The profundity of its interdisciplinary nature is rivaled by few other
books ever written.
Knowing what Newman was accomplishing,
mainstream science couldn't be kept from the Cure for long -- though it
involved major shifts of direction. No one claims that without Newman
the cure would have been discovered in a few years anyway.
The key elements of Newman's procedure have been distilled.
The juices of teenagers having sex had no effect, nor did colostrum.
The
cord blood was vital. The eggs coaxed from the six-year-old girls were
also vital, and they had to be fertilized as soon as possible. The
semen was vital too.
It is here that Newman's procedure diverges
from what is actually required, and his method raises profound moral
questions. Newman craved sex with little girls.
The semen can
just as easily be delivered vaginally with a tiny probe. Far more
easily, if the price to pay for vagina-stretching is an elaborate
make-believe Kingdom, not to mention the small matter of large-scale
repeated child statutory rape. With the help of a Foley catheter the
contents of the girl's vagina can be collected non-invasively.
Knowing
that posterity would judge the morality of his procedure, Abdul Newman
could be suspected of slanting his account in his favor. This was
especially easy to do as he used the device of stories told from the
point of view of the fictional Jamie, Ellen, and Janell. But historical
investigation shows these accounts to be remarkably accurate.
Newman
was a brilliant and erratic man who dropped out of graduate school. He
had formally studied endocrinology and biochemistry, but he was known
to read voraciously and from his seclusion he occasionally offered key
insights out of the blue to scientists in related fields.
He
performed the original experiments establishing his technique in India,
where the ethical concerns attending sex with six-year-olds and young
teenage girls were not so formidable. He may have moved to India in the
first place to fulfill his desires regarding young girls -- independent
of any science.
Speculation rages about whether he knew that he
could get the requisite fluid from the six-year-olds without stretching
their vaginas to full size and accommodating his penis. The consensus
is that he must have suspected it, but didn't investigate it because he
didn't want to know the answer. He freely admits that his sexual
exploits at night in the royal marital bed had no effect on the Cure --
they hardly could as the contents of the girls' vaginas were no longer
removed for processing. Newman suggested that given that they had
already had sexual relations repeatedly, it might have been good for
the girls to feel a form of affection from "The King" that lasted many
hours at a time and was not entirely sexual in nature. Many experts
agree.
If one accepts as premise the necessity of sex with
little girls -- something many people will never for a moment consider
-- he did a pretty good job of minimizing the damage.
No end of
people were determined to show that the alumnae of Newman's Castle were
damaged. The political pressure was intense. But determination has
given way to desperation. None of the few studies that find any damage
holds up to scrutiny. One percent of Newman's alumnae are moderately
troubled by their experience, but then two percent more of the control
group have other serious difficulties than the Newman group. And the
one percent is comforted by the knowledge that their personal sacrifice
saved dozens of lives.
Capitalism fueled the industrial
revolution, which led to huge leaps in human well-being. It was driven
not by benevolence but the self-interest or greed of the capitalists.
In the same way, Newman's voracious appetite for sex with little girls
was surely a vital element fueling his search for a cure that did (to a
reasonable first approximation) require such sex.
A shocking
development has arisen in recent years as science dutifully has tracked
his little girls. As young women many of course decided to have
children, and a tiny percentage of those children -- but still 23 cases
at last count -- are fathered by the long-dead Newman rather than the
woman's husband or partner.
The theoretical possibility was
known from the start. Newman's sperm reacted with the eggs in the
girl's vagina, but some also swam up into her uterus and beyond. The
girl might retain some of the prematurely awakened eggs that were
fertilized. But reputable scientists were unanimous that no fertilized
egg could last that long in a girl's body.
Profoundly
embarrassed at being so wrong, scientists now claim that maybe they
weren't really literally wrong. They focus their investigation on
whether some of Newman's sperm survived in a sort of suspended
animation all those years and awakened at the right moment. Speculation
also rages about whether Newman in his brilliance foresaw this
possibility. In a famous interview in his 70s he was asked if he had
any children beyond the two from his early marriage. He smiled and said
"not yet". Everyone at the time assumed he was making a joking
reference to his continued virility, real or imagined. Some argue that
analysis of his smile and the timing of his remark shows he was not
making such an obvious joke.
May the children of this genius and
their happy, healthy, pretty mothers do as much for humanity as Newman
did. May they manage to do it with less controversial methods.