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Subject: {ASSM} The P-Virus (tg) [11/12]
Date: Fri, 23 Nov 2001 06:10:10 -0500
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Had to get a new email, so I'm reposting my old works under the new 
addy to get it out.

Part 11.

Now, onto the boring stuff

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DISCLAIMERS

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This story contains scenes of an erotic and/or controversial nature, 
and is not intended for the perusal of minors.  Further if perusal of 
such material is considered illegal in your area or immoral by your 
religion or personal beliefs, you should likewise bypass this story.

This story remains the property of the author.  Permission is granted 
to download, photocopy, copy and repost so long as any such action 
contains these disclaimers, and no attempt is made to profit from 
this story.

All characters in this story are the creation of the author, and any 
resemblance to real persons, alive or dead, are purely coincidental.

This story may contain aspects of fantastic science or magic.  The 
parameters of what this science/magic can accomplish are completely 
at the discretion of me, the author, and, as such, I make no 
apologies for any rules of "real" physics, chemistry, biology, or 
magic that may be broken within the story.

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Now onto the fun stuff

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The next day, after Billie had left for work, Lillith heard a knock 
on the door.  Answering it, she saw a pretty woman dressed in a 
nondescript business suit.  The woman said, "Are you Lillith?"

"Yes."

"I represent The Organization.  Its leaders would like to talk to you."

Lillith had been expecting something like this.  She knew things 
about The Organization that could endanger their very existence, yet 
she was not an ally, and had no urge to become one.  She almost 
expected to have a couple of big, beefy men come charging into her 
apartment and drag her off if she said no.  If she was to have any 
chance of staying with Billie, she had to confront these people up 
close and personal.  "Alright, let's go."

The two went out to an expensive car and drove downtown to a 
high-rent business district.  The woman drove into a parking garage 
and escorted Lillith up to one of the upper floors of the building. 
She pointed Lillith to one of the end offices, and waited by the 
elevator.  Lillith walked down the long hall, her footsteps echoing 
in the otherwise soundless corridor.  She got to the door, steeled 
herself, and walked right in.

Inside, another pretty woman who looked to be in her mid-40's greeted 
her with a surprisingly amicable, "Greetings, Lillith.  Please do 
come in."

Lillith stepped into the room.  Around a large, square, business 
table sat nine other people, eight women and one man.  The woman 
pointed at an empty seat on one end of the table, saying, "Please 
sit."  Lillith sat down, and the woman followed suit, sitting in a 
seat right by her.  "Now, Lillith, we've come together here to ask 
you if you would join us."

"And if I don't?"

The woman didn't seem to understand.  "Then... you don't, but we are 
prepared to make it worth your while."

"I won't be bribed, and from what I've seen, I have no desire to join you."

"I'm not talking about a bribe.  I'm simply talking about a paycheck. 
We want you to join us as a full colleague."

"And if I refuse your 'paycheck'?"

"Then... you refuse.  You go home and go on just as you have been."

"Come on.  You're telling me you're just going to let me walk out of 
here with all I know?"

"If that's what you want."

"I know enough to bury you."

"Now I understand.  You're afraid we're going to make you disappear 
if you don't join us."

"Aren't you?"

"I know it's hard to believe, but no.  We don't work like that."

"No, you just secretly rearrange other people's lives without their 
consent or knowledge and just expect to get away with it."

Lillith saw a ripple of guilt pass over the faces of some of those 
present.  "I suppose we deserve that.  I assure you, we only want the 
best."

"And that's supposed to justify it?  The ends justify the means?  I 
don't buy it.  Use tainted means and that taints the ends."

"Which is why we want you with us.  Perhaps it would be best if I 
explained the origins of our group."  The woman leaned back and 
started explaining.

"Our group's formal origins starts at the end of World War II when 
soldiers returned to the work force, displacing the women who had 
done the job while they were away.  But the women would not be so 
easily shunted back into solely domestic roles.  This was the 
beginning of what would come to be known as the Feminist movement.

"For the next two to three decades, the Feminist movement acted upon 
its stated goals, moving towards equality and the right for women to 
control and direct their own fates, but some time in the late 60's or 
early 70's, the movement was corrupted.  Women who were more 
interested in reversing the oppressive system than in fixing it 
managed to pollute the cause.  Instead of working towards equal 
rights and the right of choice, the movement became dedicated to 
putting women into the role of oppressors under the guise of 'female 
empowerment'.  The slightest problem with any man was automatically 
made into a 'sexist overture', and any women who didn't support the 
cause, like say a woman who decided to be a stay at home mother 
rather than a corporate mogul, was derided as an old-fashioned 
throwback.

"But there were those who wanted to fix things, to remain true to the 
original cause.  They tried first to reverse the problems in the 
Feminist movement, but soon realized the anger that had changed 
things had become too deeply ingrained.  They tried to create a new 
movement, but the new Feminism either absorbed the new movements or 
used black P.R. to destroy them.

"So those who wished to remain true to the cause went underground and 
established The Organization, a covert group of both women and men 
dedicated to bringing true equality to first, the U.S., then to the 
world.  We work to help institute laws that protect all rather than 
just empower women or degrade men.  We work just as hard at 
protecting men's rights as we do to women's."

"Nice speech, but it's a load of crap.  You force men into becoming 
different people by changing their bodies against their will.  Are 
you going to claim this isn't a violation of their rights?"

"No.  Not even going to try.  But I also wish to say that we realize 
we were wrong.  Even instituting the plan to use the virus in the 
first place was a hard-fought decision that many of us objected to, 
and your confrontation has brought the plan to an end.  The virus 
will be used only when the person knows all the consequences of what 
they will be going through.  Does this surprise you?"

"That you say it, no.  But I find it a little hard to believe that a 
so obviously unbalanced panel has the well-being of both genders in 
mind."

The woman smiled.  "Lillith, we didn't just inflict the virus on the 
world willy-nilly.  We have each experienced the virus first-hand. 
I, myself, was born physically male, and like your boyfriend, 
consider myself still male.  Lewis, the one man who still appears 
male, just has a natural immunity to the feminizing effects of the 
virus.  Fact is, of our panel, seven of us are genetic males.  Two of 
those are transsexuals who have undergone the operation; one is a 
she-male like Kira who considers herself female, and three of us are 
male she-males."

"That still doesn't give you the right to rearrange lives."

"No, it doesn't.  Lillith, in our passion to right the injustices of 
many unequal conditions between men and women, we... sometimes go too 
far.  I'm not trying to excuse, just explain.  We always have the 
best intentions, and that blinds us to the wrongness of what we do. 
That's why we need you, or someone like you."

"Why is that?"

"We need someone to act as a... moral compass.  Someone to point out 
where we're straying from our path.  We're asking you to join us as 
our... ethics advisor."

"And if I refuse?"

"Then you go home, and we look for someone else.  But you've seen 
what we can do for people in what we've done for you, your boyfriend, 
and his friends.  With your help we can help others without hurting 
them or our own ethics.  Are you willing?"

Lillith thought about it.  If they were serious, it would mean being 
able to help a lot of people.  Finally, she said, "I'll have to think 
on it."

"I understand."  The woman handed Lillith a business card.  "When you 
make a decision, one way or the other, give me a call.  Ask for 
Chris.  The same driver who brought you here will take you anywhere 
you need or want to go from here."

Lillith returned downstairs, and asked the driver to take her to the 
hospital.  It was still a little early for her shift, but if she went 
home, she'd just have to leave immediately to catch the bus.  When 
she got to the hospital, she went to the lounge to rest and think. 
After a little while, doctor Mae Lane, the hospital's chief surgeon, 
knocked on the door frame and asked, "Mind some company?"

"I guess not, but I don't know what kind of company I'm going to be. 
I've got something on my mind."

Mae surprised her by asking, "The offer from The Organization?"

"How did you...?  Oh, let me guess.  You're one of them?"

Mae came in and sat down.  "Aside from a few official insiders, one 
is only affiliated with The Organization.  But it's my husband, 
Chris, who I'm affiliated with more so than The Organization.  I 
believe you met him today?"

"Yeah.  He said some pretty things, but I'm not sure he meant it."

"He meant it.  Lillith, the vote that had the group start using the 
virus in the first place passed by only 6 to 4, and it was me 
convincing Chris that swung the vote.  He did it because I convinced 
him it was a good idea, and he lived in fear of the day that someone 
would have some kind of breakdown from being changed.  He really 
didn't like using the virus, and he praised the fact that you 
convinced doctor Hill to no longer participate."

"You convinced him?  How could you...  How could any doctor willingly 
participate in that... that... travesty?"

"Lillith, I understand where you're coming from, but I also think 
there are times when a patient's well-being should come before their 
free choice."  Lillith was too shocked for words.  "I see the look in 
your eye.  Perhaps you should know why.

"A little less than two decades ago, I had a patient who was 
diagnosed with a small cancerous tumor.  A simple operation would've 
saved them, but their religion forbade the use of invasive surgeries. 
The tumor grew, became malignant, and the patient died.  If I'd've 
had the right to use the surgery I knew would work, that person would 
still be alive today.  Just as a child must sometimes take medicine 
it doesn't want to, sometimes society must take medicine it might 
fear."

"But at what cost?  A child doesn't have the experience or 
self-discipline to properly weigh the pros and cons of whether or not 
a medicine should be taken.  But you take away an adult's right to 
choose his own path and you make him little better than a slave. 
What good is life, if it is a life lived at the whims and dictates of 
an elitist minority?"

Mae smiled.  "And perhaps if you'd've been there, that argument 
would've swayed the council of The Organization not to utilize the 
virus."

Lillith gave her a curious look.  "Did you just take that viewpoint 
as devil's advocate?"

"Not exactly.  I do believe that sometimes a person must allow other, 
more educated decision makers to tell them what to do, but I think 
that this must be done very, VERY carefully.  All the targets of the 
virus were carefully selected, both to see if they could handle the 
virus and to make sure they would benefit from it.  But I'm also 
woman enough to admit I could be wrong.  I think you could do a lot 
of good on the council, Lillith.  You're an incredible woman."

Mae got up and patted Lillith on the shoulder before heading out. 
"Think about it, dear."

Lillith did think about it.  Shortly before the end of her shift, she 
called the number on the card, unsure if there would even be anyone 
there.  After being routed through a service, she heard Chris's voice 
ask, "Lillith?"

"Yeah, I've decided."

"And?"

"I accept."

************
-- 
"This is reality, not T.V.  Can't you tell the difference?"
"Sure.  I just like T.V. better."

J R D
jrdss@pobox.alaska.net

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