Experiments in Breeding (closed)

Doctor Thomas Harris took a sip of his wine, a spicy, deep burgundy shiraz, as he sat at the desk in his study perusing the pile of applications before him. Harris’ fertility clinic in St Louis was one of the most successful, if controversial, practices in the nation. His success rate spoke for itself, of course.

In this day and age, more and more of the American population was growing older. The younger generation, those born during the tumultuous period known as the Great Trumpression, was experiencing widespread infertility and a general loss of libido. Pundits debated the causes ad nauseum, but that didn’t change the fact that the birth rate had plummeted. Harris had his own theories as to the root causes, and as the success of his practice showed, he was largely correct in his assessment.

Harris didn’t just treat the reproductive systems of his patients; his method incorporated the overall health of the subject, mentally and spiritually as well, to reawaken their repressed sexuality. Hence the controversy. Extreme right-wing Christians picketed in front of his offices regularly. Even the right-wing state government had attempted to write laws specifically to put him out of business.

But he fought the law, and he won.

He took another sip of wine. The applications before him were, naturally, for couples who had had been unable to conceive through traditional means, and had also attempted the standard methods of in vitro fertilization without success. The applications contained full medical histories, genetic analyses, pictures of the couple, and a letter from them explaining their story.

Harris was very selective. He had no desire to waste anyone’s time if he didn’t think he could help them. About half of the stack would get rejected. The other half would get called in for an evaluation, free of charge.

He was pouring another glass as he came to the last application in the pile. As he perused the husband’s DNA profile, a number of red flags immediately arose. He was about to drop that application in the rejected pile, but stopped as he saw the picture of the couple. The wife was a flawless beauty. He turned the pages to her profile, and his eyes began to go wide.

She was perfect.

Granted, the therapy she was perfect for was rather... experimental, to say the least, and far more intensive than his typical treatment. But, if his theories were correct, in the end she would be the ideal breeding machine, and her offspring would be near superhuman in their abilities!

Julie Greene

Julie unwrapped the thick, royal blue scarf from around her head and neck and smoothed down her wisps of blonde hair. She had purposely worn black attire, dressed as simply as possibly so as to go unnoticed. The last thing she wanted was for everyone in St. Louis to know that she was trying, in vain, to become pregnant. Fortunately, it had been snowing again, and the few people on the street had their faces tucked down and were moving swiftly.

She had been grateful that Dr. Harris’s office blended in with other businesses in the office complex. She had completed an extensive application months ago, but she had never imagined that she would need Dr. Harris’s services. It had just been a back-up plan.

Julie practiced her breathing, counting to four, holding for four, exhaling for four. There was no one in the office, although there was a small fireplace, so she deduced that someone was around. She had been early; this was one of the most important appointments of her life.

Julie walked over to the fire and held her hands near the heat, and rubbed them together. She couldn’t even imagine having to disrobe or be examined. She shut her eyes and tried to focus on the end result. A baby. A healthy baby. A family. What did it matter how it happened, as long as it happened. . .

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Julie unwrapped the thick, royal blue scarf from around her head and neck and smoothed down her wisps of blonde hair. She had purposely worn black attire, dressed as simply as possibly so as to go unnoticed. The last thing she wanted was for everyone in St. Louis to know that she was trying, in vain, to become pregnant. Fortunately, it had been snowing again, and the few people on the street had their faces tucked down and were moving swiftly.

She had been grateful that Dr. Harris’s office blended in with other businesses in the office complex. She had completed an extensive application months ago, but she had never imagined that she would need Dr. Harris’s services. It had just been a back-up plan.

Julie practiced her breathing, counting to four, holding for four, exhaling for four. There was no one in the office, although there was a small fireplace, so she deduced that someone was around. She had been early; this was one of the most important appointments of her life.

Julie walked over to the fire and held her hands near the heat, and rubbed them together. She couldn’t even imagine having to disrobe or be examined. She shut her eyes and tried to focus on the end result. A baby. A healthy baby. A family. What did it matter how it happened, as long as it happened. . .

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Dr. Thomas entered the room quietly and could see Julie’s silhouette outlined against the fire. Indeed, flawless!! He was captivated by what he saw, 5 foot six, in modest heels, with a curvy but clearly toned, athletic figure. That this woman had not been able to conceive, seemed impossible, but that would change, Dr. Thomas was confident. He cleared his throat, and she flexively spun on her heel. Stunning in her golden hair and eyes flashing in the firelight. She looked both startled and vulnerabile as she looked at this controversial Doctor. He smiled reassuringly, and began to walk toward her, extending his hand. This was to be the beginning of potentially, his most successful, and enjoyable case. “Hello Mrs. Greene. So nice to finally meet you in person. Please tell me about yourself, what you know about my practice, and what you hope t accomplish?”