If women ruled the Earth... (open to all, PM with profile first)

[Brazillian_Anna]

If women ruled the Earth... (open to all, first post up)

This thread is open to any females and men who want to participate. If you wish to be a part, PM me with a character profile for your character.

In a future Earth, there was a disease called Farthing's disease. It affected only the males, and left the male population crippled. Sensing an opportunity to make up for years of being only second-class citizens compaired to the males, the females have taken over. Having ruled future Earth for almost 100 years, the women of Earth use men only as a means to keep the human race alive. For any form of sexual "pleasure," the women turn to other women. But the men are angry. Slowly recovering from their dwindling numbers, and seeking to end their newfound plight, the men have been meeting in secret to plan a revolt and to gain their rights backs.

I will play a female simply known as "the Chairman." She is the head of "the Board," the group of females that have been elected by the other females (men can't vote), to rule Earth.

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The Chairman looked out the window and smiled. All that hard work that her predecessors had put forth 100 years ago, all of their sacrifices and toil had paid off. The women's utopia was finally realized. The rule of women was now firmly established, with he sexist males in their places. They wouldn't be discriminating against women anytime soon. Now women could achieve their dreams. They could TRULY be anything that they wished to be. Now the men would see what it was like. Being treated as second-class citizens was no fun. No longer would they treat women as mere sexual objects designed to fulfill their every desires. All's fair in love and war, she thought to herself, and this is both.

She turned away from the window and looked over to the papers on her desk. It was the master list of breeders that year. Only the best men, with the best genetic material would be lucky enough to experience the pleasure of sex in their lifetimes. And none of the women ever enjoyed it as much as the men did. They knew it was their duty to carry the seed of their race int the next generation. No, these days, when a woman wanted sexual pleasure, they turned to other women. And why not? A woman knows another woman's needs far better than any man ever could, she thought with a smirk forming on her face. She sat down in her chair to examine the list more carefully.

 

[Brazillian_Anna]

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[Brazillian_Anna]

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[Brazillian_Anna]

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[Armphid]

The Revolution Will Be Televised

OCC:

Name: Adam Alexander Greene
Aliases: The Green Man, Double A
Age: 29
Height: 6'
Weight: 180
Hair: Auburn
Eyes: Hazel
Occupation: Janitor/Revolutionary

Biography: Adam Greene grew up as most men do in the new world, ignored and devalued. Many of his peers never really noticed, or just thought it was their lot in life. Adam knows differently. A genius level IQ, he was not allowed to pursue higher education like all men, and actually forced away from any kind of high level work, instead forced to become a handyman and janitor for a number of government and media offices.

His life was shaped not only by his treatment by society, but also by the rather unusual acts of his mother. She had some disagreements with the system, and tried to raise both of her sons to value themselves. She also gave him access to books. Adam inherited most of hers upon her death and has made a point of expanding his hidden collection. He had studied feverishly, mostly history and philosophy, but also science, literature, and many other subjects.

Noting that the male population has stabilized, and others are as restless and dissatisfied as he is, Adam has begun to gather and prepare a resistance movement. He has been gathering members, support, and resources via the Internet for months and is ready to start the revolution. Adam is devoted to civil disobedience and non-violence as the tools of the movement. His study if history has shown that such tactics create change more often, and that lasts longer, than violent action. However, violence isn't off the table. Just a last resort.

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The ghetto was usually noisy, the dingy air full of the sound of music, arguing, tv shows, and the occasional fight. Tonight, though, it was silent. There was a tense hush, a lack of sound that was impossible not to hear, and thick enough it could almost be touched. Dogs barked every now and then at passing cars, but there was no other sound. There was a similar stillness in most of the male ghettos around the world. The time was now, and all knew it.

Nowhere was that more apparent than in the hidden basement of one of the tiny row houses that made up the tenement. A small one story ranch house with a half basement. So it was listed, anyway, and so it seemed. But behind the false wall, in the rest of the basement, was where everything was about to begin. Beyond that wall was a large open space, the walls covered in bookshelves. Texts in every subject and of all genres cluttered the shelves, and several large desks had dogeared books sitting atop them. Light came from two fan fixtures in the ceiling, the blades slowly turning, and from the glow of a computer monitor.

Adam Greene sat in front of the monitor, pushing his glasses back up his nose with two fingers. If he'd been lucky enough to born a woman, civil health care would have taken care of the laser surgery to correct his vision, but as a male, it was deemed unnecessary. He didn't need to see to be a janitor. "Gentlemen," he said in a voice far more cultured and erudite than the one he used outside, "Is everything ready?" He was dressed in a simple white dress shirt, unbuttoned at the collar, and a pair of black slacks. His auburn hair was simply but elegantly styled, his whole form clean and well groomed.

His screen was split into twelve smaller windows, in which the faces of other men could be seen. There were of all sizes, ages, and hues, different save for the same grim determination on each face. "It's all taken care of, Green Man." "We've got word back from just about everybody."

"Good." Adam leaned back in his chair. It was really here. Goddess, it was really about to happen. It was surreal...he almost felt as though he wasn't actually speaking, actually doing these things, as though he was watching a movie of someone else doing them. "Our message will air in two hours, on every channel, and be streamed online." "Tony, did you get the package?"

"Yeah," came the reply from a red haired youth, "Just today." "Are you sure about this?" "I mean, we want to have a symbol, right?"

"Yes, but it can't just be me." "Or you." "Or anyone, for that matter." Adam rose from his seat, pacing away from the computer as he spoke. "A single person can be caught or bribed or killed, but if we do this right...our symbol will be imperishable and incorruptible."

"We know," another of the men laughed. "Don't worry, kid, you'll get it when you're older." There was a general mutter of agreement and more than one chuckle from the other screens.

"Hey!" "Don't pull that shit with me!"

"Ming, Tony, enough." Adam barely raised his voice, but it was enough. Their symbol was general, to be shared by all men. Leadership of this cause however, was not. "I need to get going." "Remember your instructions, gentlemen, particularly about violence." "Nothing will cost us our future faster or more surely than that, no matter what they do to us, there must be no fighting." There was a murmur of agreement, some of the men more convinced than others. "All right then." "Let's change the world."

*****

Two hours later, Adam was at work. The central media building was large, imposing, and needed a great deal of cleaning and maintenance. Which was where he came in. As well dressed women passed each other in the hallway, pausing to chat or smiling, he skulked past to do his duties, ignored and unmarked. Which was perfect, for the moment, as it allowed him to put the necessary item in place and set up all of this.

The evening news was ending, and it was the season premiere of the world's most popular reality show. Indeed, it was the premiere of dozens of shows, as every network trotted out their brightest and best to compete with one another. He moved into the news studio quietly, as the broadcast came to an end. "And we're out!" "Well done, ladies." The producer clapped her hands, bringing applause from the camerawomen, techs, and crew as the anchorwomen beamed.

The assistant noticed him, and cast a scathing look his way, "What are you doing here, Greene?"

"Jus' gatherin' up th' trash, ma'am." He inclined his head, hair messily stuffed into a ball cap, a dull expression on his face. "Tuesday, after all."

She frowned, "Well don't be so damn noisy about it." "Just hurry up and get out."

"Yes'm."

The producer had already walked to the set, grinning as she turned to address the crew. "Well then, ladies, let's sit back and enjoy the show!" They'd taken to watching the premiers together in the studio after the news broadcast. It built up the team, and let them all talk about it that much sooner. The women spoke to one another in excited voices, eager to see just how terrible the girls on the show were going to be this season. The commercials faded, and clapping and yells of glee came up as the screen went dark. Then again, as the lights rose, coming to a sudden stop. On the screen was not the sight they had expected. In the back, behind them all, Adam smiled.

"Good evening, ladies." "I would say good evening ladies and gentlemen, but the gentlemen already know what I am here to say and why, so it is to you ladies alone that I address myself to." The speaker was a man, which was highly unusual in itself. He was dressed in a black suit, with a dark green shirt and black tie. He had hair the same color as Adam's, clean and combed back away from his face. He would have the same eyes too, were it not for the mask. The mask was a matte finish white, plain and unadorned, covering the forehead, bridge of the nose, and cheekbones. The only part of the face that could be plainly seen were his lips. He was seated in a well appointed office, with a view of the city behind him. There were gasps from many of the staff as they recognized the office as that of the network CEO's office. "My name is Everyman, and I would like to take this time to have a brief conversation about the state of affairs as they once were, and now stand." "I should say now that, despite what will soon be said about me, I do not hate you, and I am not angry with you." "I merely wish us to be frank with one another."

"Shut the signal down," he heard the producer hiss to the control booth.

"We can't!" "The system's been hijacked!"

Another voice came up from the booth, a note of panic in it, "It's not just us, it's on every channel."

The urbane voice continued as Everyman spread his hands in front of him. "100 years ago, this world changed." "As every schoolgirl knows, and every schoolboy should know, the appearance of Farthing's Disease changed the course of human history." "9 out of 10 men contracted it, and 7 out of 10 died from it." "Billions of lives passed all around the planet, and the patriarchy then in place could not stand." "Power passed, with nary a whimper, to woman." "And you did well with it, at first, ladies." "Very well." "You eventually ended the epidemic, brought environmental damage to heel, created medicines and cures, and worked miracles."

Everyman rose from his seat, his voice excited. "Imagine such a time!" "With such pathos and drama guiding things, the resources of the world at your fingertips, ladies!" "Such potential!" He raised his arms, "Unburdened by the past, by tradition, free of the patriarchal blinders and limitations, what a world you could have made!" The arms fell, and he sighed. "Here, ladies, I must confess that you disappointed us all." "You could have created a future unlike anything humanity had ever known, prosperous, healthy, free, but...instead you went back." "Creating instead the same stagnant, oppressive, rude and cruel order that existed before." "The rich and powerful crushing the weak and poor underfoot, and doing all they could to keep them weak and poor." "All that changed was which of us fulfilled which role." "You created this society built on inequity and abuse, artificial in the worst sense of the word, selfish, vicious, and lacking compassion or remorse."

Everyman took his seat behind the desk again, shaking his head. "I would like to blame you, but I don't know that it is fair." "I can understand why you did it." "You were scared, elated at power you had never tasted, and all too aware of how men had dominated all the millennia of existence until now." "Was it vengeance that you wanted?" "Or simply to guarantee your positions?" "Academic, at this juncture, I suppose."

"The fact of the matter is, ladies, that the last 300 years of human history have represented the inexorable tide of freedom for all." "You were in a unique position to push the wave of liberation further than every before, by freeing your gender from the strictures imposed upon it, but instead, all you did was give your chains to those who were then weak and few, and then proceeded to bolster tyranny, all for the "greater" good." He shrugged, "I will not deny that we were complacent in it." "We were few and we were scared." You were our mothers and sisters and we loved you, we trusted you." "You were our saviors, and we loved you, we trusted you." "We let you lie to us, we let you steal from us, we let you rape and imprison us, we let you rob us of our dignity, our property, our education, and our rights, because we loved you."

He was silent a few moments, staring at the camera. "We still love you, but we will not be lied to anymore." "We will not be stolen from, we will not be imprisoned, we will not be robbed any longer." "We will have our rights and our status as human beings restored." The words were spoken with quiet, grave intensity. Passion leaked into them, a fiery zeal bound by will and resolve. "You have long promised a society of equality." "That lie we cannot let pass." "We will hold you to it, and make it true."

"I say this not to frighten or threaten, but to inform." Everyman was silent another few moments. "Ruminate on what I have said, on all that has passed, with clear and open minds, and you will come to see the same truth as I have." "tomorrow will be a different world." "I hope it will be a better one." "That choice though, now belongs to you." "Good evening, ladies."

The picture faded to black, and after a flicker of static, the schedule program began to play. The news set was in stunned silence as the inane theme played. Adam wheeled the trash out of the room, a small smile on his face. He made a pretty good Everyman. It felt right for him to be the first. "The die is cast," he whispered to himself and the empty hallway. "What will you do now?"

 

[Brazillian_Anna]

"Linda, please call up Mr. Greene's speech again." The Chairman sat at her desk, staring at a screen that was contained underneath the tabletop via a motorized slidng top. She smiled. "And it was his turn to be a breader too," she said to herself. "Oh well, I'll just scratch him off the list. There are plenty of willing and capable candidates to replace him."

She laughed as she watched the speech again. He made it sound like every man alive supported him. But he knew that intelligent men existed, and they would know better than to trust crazy dellusions. He probably only had the support of a small group of men. And on top of that, the agents she had sent to track him would be calling anytime now. "Call for you ma'am," came Linda's sweet, melodic voice over the intercom.

Bingo.

"Send it through Linda."

"Yes ma'am, at once."

She leaned back in her chair and waited.

"Chairman? This is Agent Killjoy."

"Go ahead agent. I'm listening."

"Well it took longer than it should have, we encountered some resistance, and regretably, we lost an agent. We're not sure whether they killed her outright, or captured her. But in either case, we have your man."

"Good, bring him in as soon as you can."

She turned back to the intercom. "Linda, come in here. I have someone I'd like you to meet."

 

[Armphid]

Perhaps the only benefit of the segregationist policies of the government was that it made the authorities easy to spot. Adam had to give them credit, they'd moved faster than he expected. He noticed the women in the car behind him as they followed him into the ghetto, taking careful note of which home he went into. He had simply smiled. "Bravo, I wasn't sure you'd fine me so quickly."

Upon entering the house, he immediately went downstairs and into his real home. The hidden paradise of books and learning, to his computer. He sat down, sending out a very short e-mail to a list of several dozen addresses.

"It's as expected. Should happen anytime. Remember the chain of command and the plan. Good luck."

Once sent, he leaned back in the chair and looked around the room. So much to lose. Well, perhaps fate would side with him and they wouldn't notice. He could not assume that however. A simple bar magnet, the kind you could buy at most hardware stores was pulled from a desk drawer. He stared at it a moment, then shrugged. The side of the computer was opened and Adam spent about twenty minutes wiping clean the system. They'd find no answers here.

As he ascended the stairs to the main floor, he could hear raised voices outside. He shook his head, the fools. They knew better, hell, they had orders not to be so confrontational. At least it let him know it was time. He sat down on the couch, and waited. A few seconds later, the place went dark as the power was cut and the door was smashed in by a metal ram. Agents poured in, some training weapons on him, some racing through the small domicile to secure it. "Good evening, ladies." "I hope that the locked door wasn't an inconvenience but this can be a rough neighborhood, you know."

******
As they pushed him down the hallway, he wondered how much time had passed. It was hard to tell with the bag over his head. He knew there were four agents around him, and he knew he'd been taken from home in a truck, that the lead agent had made a call, and then the bag went on. He had offered no resistance the entire time, being perfectly polite, even after being thrown to the floor and cuffed in his own home. Adam could tell it had unnerved a few of the agents. Good.

Their destination was difficult to determine. There were a number of possibilities. It could be a local precinct, it could be a government or military office. It might even be the Chair's office. That would be interesting.

A long elevator ride and another bit of a march later, and he found himself being lead into a cool, clean smelling set of offices. He heard two of the sets of footsteps accompanying him stop, and a door open before he was lead in and brought to a halt.

Suddenly, the bag was pulled off. Adam winced at the brightness of the room's lights, blinking as his sight adjusted. Then his eyebrows rose, and he smiled. "What an honor." "I'd shake your hand, madam Chair, but I'm a bit tied up at the moment."

 

[Brazillian_Anna]

The Chairman looked at him. "Good, we like it that way, don't we Linda?" A woman of medium height stood up from her chair in the corner. It was clear that their visitor had not noticed her. Linda nodded her agreement. Linda was a woman of African decent, her chocolate colored skin was healthy and radiant. She had relatively large breasts, but seemed uninhibited in any way by them. She was wearing a red, skin-tight dress that accentuated her large bottom and full chest quite nicely. The Chair addressed the agents, "Please wait outside. I will call you if I need you."

"Yes ma'am," the agents said, bowing and turning to leave. As the last one left and the door closed, she turned to Linda and smiled. Linda walked over to visitor and pulled up a chair, sitting him down. Tying another rope around his waist, to keep him in the chair, she bent down in front of him and whispered in his ear, "You've been a naughty boy haven't you?" As she did so, he got a nice view of her cleavage. Linda finished tying and smiled at him slyly.

 

[Armphid]

Good God. Adam's eyes fell to the paradise valley of Linda's cleavage, wide and startled. This was not at all what he'd expected. Interrogation, certainly, perhaps a beating, but nothing like this. She was magnificent. Such beauty, and such sensuality. It just poured off of her, and he found himself unprepared for such an assualt.

This was also really the first time he'd seen a woman this way. He'd read about women's bodies, in anatomy texts, in poetry, in prose, but seeing the real thing this way was a world of difference.

He almost said yes, but caught himself. He swallowed hard, his mouth suddenly dry. "Su-such a determination is based on the nature of society's rules." "As I find those rules in their current form to be corrupt and wicked, my actions have been very good indeed." "There were far worse ways to express the position I have and to declare the beginning of the movement."

 

[Armphid]

((OCC: Bump! and wanting to mention that I've sent an invitation to another player. I tried to PM you, but your mailbox is full. Hope all is well))

 

[Brazillian_Anna]

((OCC: Bump! and wanting to mention that I've sent an invitation to another player. I tried to PM you, but your mailbox is full. Hope all is well))

OOC: I'll give that player a bit to respnd then. Let me know what's up, and then if not, I'll put a post in soon enough.