Baelnorn
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The year is 2057. It is a time of great innovations and technological advancements. Computing, construction, space travel, medicine, genetic engineering, molecular manipulation - almost all areas we could think of had unimaginable breakthroughs during the last few decades. Things that we thought were impossible just 30 years ago are common place now, what was the matter of Sci-Fi movies once was reality now. We had wireless data and power transfer even across huge distances, computers that you could normally talk with, and a permanent settlement on Mars.
Not all of those discoveries were good. Society was already struggling to keep up with all the inventions and changes. Not only did the gap between the poor and the rich grow wider with each passing year, but also many changes challenged our standards and morals. The first cloned human heart. The first full human clone. The first genetically improved baby. The first neural computer interface. Thanks to the advancements in the fields of genetic engineering and molecular manipulation, humanity had reached a point where we could work miracles. We could make the crippled walk again and the blind see again. Most diseases and afflictions had ceased to be a threat. We cured HIV, cancer, Ebola, and many others. We had brought humanity closer to perfection. Allergies, tooth displacement, sight defects, obesity, unwanted pregnancies and many other “design errors” were all gone.
The road to get to that point was hard. Questions - valid questions - about the nature of being human were asked. Were we losing ourselves in the chase of progress? Were we playing gods when manipulating our DNA and removing “impurities” from our bodies? Perhaps we were, but it did not matter for long. After a long and heated conflict, which was not only fought with words but also with terror on both sides, the conservatives lost the fight. The world choked under the burden of hunger and disease, and the public demanded answers. Modern technology did have those answers, but we had to throw many of our principles and traditional values over board. They said, “The road to hell is paved with good intentions,” and they were right. The changes wrought by us bent the limits of morality - and some pushed even further.
Eventually we reached a point where we failed. Some impurities that could not be removed from humanity with all the genetic engineering and custom-built medications: greed and hate. Either of them alone is bad enough, but when both meet, terrible things always happen. Six years ago, a new drug appeared all over the world and completely out of nowhere. It quickly gained the nickname “Milk”, after its liquid creamy white appearance. At first, the drug seemed relatively harmless but it revealed its devious nature within the week. Milk did not affect men at all, but a woman consuming a single drop experienced a state of instant arousal and heightened sexual sensitivity lasting for hours. For some this seemed wonderful, a female version of Viagra and the holy grail in the fight against many female sexual arousal disorders. The problem was the combination of the drug with another substance - semen.
During the first few days of Milk's spreading, only very few noticed that something was going wrong and it was not until several weeks later that we knew what had happened. It turned out that Milk was not just an artificially created drug, but that it had also been designed on a molecular level with specific goals in mind. One of the obvious design goals was that it only worked on women, which it succeeded in by making the drug change its chemical signature from inert to active when exposed to a certain concentration of female hormones. This modification was responsible for the euphoria and sexual boost all women experienced from the drug. The researchers also found a second trigger on the drug. When one combined Milk with human sperm, it reacted with some of its proteins. On its own, this reaction did not change the drug's behavior, but when it occurred together with the first alteration, it turned Milk into an extremely potent ligand binding to the receptors in the brain's rewards centers.
Just as with every addiction, Milk also had a characteristic elimination half-life and a distinct set of withdrawal symptoms. Both properties were some of the most dangerous ever seen in a drug with such a brutal addictive quality. The initial half-life was about 24 hours, varying slightly for each woman, and the withdrawal symptoms started with abdominal cramps and severe headache. Every intake of cum before the appearance of withdrawal symptoms would lower the half-life slowly but steadily, sending the woman into a vicious spiral of self-destruction as eventually she would need to swallow sperm in such small intervals that she would wake up with cramps and pain. For each interval skipped without eating semen the intensity of the withdrawal symptoms would increase, eventually making the woman pass out from the agony.
Whoever had designed that drug wanted to make women addicted to sperm, and to the horror of many women and scientists, he succeeded. The molecular changes of Milk were designed in a way to make the bonding to the receptors permanent. A single exposure to the drug and semen was sufficient to create an irreversible addiction. Since the second trigger reacted independently from the first trigger it was possible that Milk and cum were combined outside a woman's body and then administered to her. It did not take long for the less virtuous individuals to figure that out and from that day on, they turned Milk into a weapon against women. Pimps and slave traders started to use this combination on the women in their clutches to keep them in line and “upgrade” their performance. Rumors spread that intelligence and military were using it on captive enemies. The news reported on cases of resentful employees using it on their female co-workers after being skipped for a promotion.
It was then that society went pretty much down the drain. Governments and various organizations quickly scrambled to start research on a cure for Milk. However, someone obviously had a strong interest in stopping any cure from being developed. When the first lab burned down and the lead researcher was run over by a truck, everyone thought it just a set of freak accidents. Then other research facilities were destroyed, scientists involved in those projects were killed and nobody believed in accidents any more. Even bodyguards, intelligence agents, secret locations or crowd-funded projects were not safe. Eventually there was nobody left willing to risk his own life trying to search for a cure, the research programs were stopped and funding canceled.
Meanwhile the social web was torn apart more and more each day. Accepting a drink from a stranger turned into Russian roulette and mistrust and paranoia spread through all social classes. Women were abducted and hooked on cum against their will. While the courts tried their best to keep up with all the cases that were investigated, most cases never were found out or it was impossible to determine the person who had spiked a woman's drink with Milk and cum. Gender equality was thrown back into the Stone Age and while on paper males and females were equal that was a thing of the past. Anytime a woman stood up and spoke her mind she risked revenge in form of a spiked drink or snack. A female employee calling out her male colleague for something stupid or dangerous? A cheerleader dumping the high school’s most popular jock in front of his friends? In the past, those situations had the potential to start rumors or result in a beating, but now they had the chance of completely ruining the woman's life.
Eventually a new perverted normality settled in. Women were advised to stay out of the bright spotlights for their own safety and to stay in the company of only those who they could trust. Most did follow that suggestion, valuing their life and safety much higher than their dignity or career. A few did not budge and continued their lives as before and most of them were fine. Since there was no cure for the Milk addiction, female suicide rates sharply increased. Most addicts broke down after desperately trying to lead a life as normal as possible but eventually succumbing to the drug. Others ended their lives long before they got to the point of being on their knees and sucking cock every other hour, going out with at least some dignity intact.
Men’s reactions on the situation were twofold. Some abhorred what had happened, and tried their best to console and protect women. Most, however, seemed to welcome the new position of power and control men held, enjoying the ready availability of cum hungry females on their knees. Dominic Morris was in the former group. He could not believe how quickly his fellow men had abandoned their morals and responsibility, and accepted and abused the horrors inflicted on the addicted women. Being almost 41 years old, Dominic had worked as genetic and molecular engineer for Versa-Life Incorporated for the past 19 years and only recently rose to the position of Chief Engineer. Unwilling to accept the moral defeat humankind had suffered by whoever designed Milk he had equipped a small but sufficient lab in his spacious apartment flat.
For the past five years, he had spent every minute of his free time in his private lab analyzing and deconstructing Milk, and designing and synthesizing agents to counter its effect. He had seen enough women succumbing to the drug – childhood friends, co-workers, and even his own sister – and would not rest until he found a cure. However, the task was tedious and difficult. Without a test subject to administer his prototypes to, he could only run molecular simulations on his lab computer. Even thou his workstation was quite powerful it was nothing compared to the simulation mainframe at Versa-Life. Dominic had struggled long with himself but in the end decided that the benefit of running a simulation in 30 minutes instead of over 48 hours was not worth the risk of accidental discovery of his pet project and his very likely subsequent violent death.
It was Friday evening, just after 22:00, and he sat in his chair and stared at the screen, letting out a frustrated sigh as he looked at the status report for his latest simulation. As his eyes traced the letters of the words, he moved his hands to rub his temples slowly:
He reached out and grabbed the page-sized transparent tablet from the desk, scrolling and swiping through the simulation report’s details trying to figure out what went wrong this time. After a few minutes, he dropped the thin device back onto his desk and stood up. He pieced together the data from the report in his mind and realized that the error was a molecular chain he had removed two revisions ago. When he reworked a larger part of his project, he forgot to cover the function of the chain he had removed before.
Looking at his watch, he decided that today he would not stay up until morning to fix the mistake. He was not getting nearly enough sleep between the overtime he put in at work and his “hobby”, and oversights like this one would just cost him several days of simulation time. When his stomach growled slightly to tell him that he had not eaten anything for over 13 hours he decided to grab a small snack for supper and then try to get some actual sleep. Heading out of his small lab Dominic grabbed his dark grey sport coat, fetched his smartphone and issued his household semi-AI the command to close and lock all doors and windows.
“Cerberus, lockdown after I leave.”
“Affirmative, Hades. Initiating lockdown after your departure.”
Dominic registered his computer’s confirmation and left his apartment. A short elevator ride later, he was out of the tall building with the mirrored glass facade and headed towards a small nearby mall. Musing to himself that it has been a long time since he even took a short walk he enjoyed the short trip out in the fresh and cool air of the night. After a few minutes, he approached a pedestrian bridge connecting the small park that surrounded the apartment building to the mall area. In the light of the illumination, he saw a woman standing at the railing in the middle of the bridge. However, as he got closer he saw that she was not standing at the railing, but behind it. He drew in a sharp breath as he realized what she was about to do. Dominic slowly stepped on the bridge and walked closer, stopping 10 meters away from her.
Not all of those discoveries were good. Society was already struggling to keep up with all the inventions and changes. Not only did the gap between the poor and the rich grow wider with each passing year, but also many changes challenged our standards and morals. The first cloned human heart. The first full human clone. The first genetically improved baby. The first neural computer interface. Thanks to the advancements in the fields of genetic engineering and molecular manipulation, humanity had reached a point where we could work miracles. We could make the crippled walk again and the blind see again. Most diseases and afflictions had ceased to be a threat. We cured HIV, cancer, Ebola, and many others. We had brought humanity closer to perfection. Allergies, tooth displacement, sight defects, obesity, unwanted pregnancies and many other “design errors” were all gone.
The road to get to that point was hard. Questions - valid questions - about the nature of being human were asked. Were we losing ourselves in the chase of progress? Were we playing gods when manipulating our DNA and removing “impurities” from our bodies? Perhaps we were, but it did not matter for long. After a long and heated conflict, which was not only fought with words but also with terror on both sides, the conservatives lost the fight. The world choked under the burden of hunger and disease, and the public demanded answers. Modern technology did have those answers, but we had to throw many of our principles and traditional values over board. They said, “The road to hell is paved with good intentions,” and they were right. The changes wrought by us bent the limits of morality - and some pushed even further.
Eventually we reached a point where we failed. Some impurities that could not be removed from humanity with all the genetic engineering and custom-built medications: greed and hate. Either of them alone is bad enough, but when both meet, terrible things always happen. Six years ago, a new drug appeared all over the world and completely out of nowhere. It quickly gained the nickname “Milk”, after its liquid creamy white appearance. At first, the drug seemed relatively harmless but it revealed its devious nature within the week. Milk did not affect men at all, but a woman consuming a single drop experienced a state of instant arousal and heightened sexual sensitivity lasting for hours. For some this seemed wonderful, a female version of Viagra and the holy grail in the fight against many female sexual arousal disorders. The problem was the combination of the drug with another substance - semen.
During the first few days of Milk's spreading, only very few noticed that something was going wrong and it was not until several weeks later that we knew what had happened. It turned out that Milk was not just an artificially created drug, but that it had also been designed on a molecular level with specific goals in mind. One of the obvious design goals was that it only worked on women, which it succeeded in by making the drug change its chemical signature from inert to active when exposed to a certain concentration of female hormones. This modification was responsible for the euphoria and sexual boost all women experienced from the drug. The researchers also found a second trigger on the drug. When one combined Milk with human sperm, it reacted with some of its proteins. On its own, this reaction did not change the drug's behavior, but when it occurred together with the first alteration, it turned Milk into an extremely potent ligand binding to the receptors in the brain's rewards centers.
Just as with every addiction, Milk also had a characteristic elimination half-life and a distinct set of withdrawal symptoms. Both properties were some of the most dangerous ever seen in a drug with such a brutal addictive quality. The initial half-life was about 24 hours, varying slightly for each woman, and the withdrawal symptoms started with abdominal cramps and severe headache. Every intake of cum before the appearance of withdrawal symptoms would lower the half-life slowly but steadily, sending the woman into a vicious spiral of self-destruction as eventually she would need to swallow sperm in such small intervals that she would wake up with cramps and pain. For each interval skipped without eating semen the intensity of the withdrawal symptoms would increase, eventually making the woman pass out from the agony.
Whoever had designed that drug wanted to make women addicted to sperm, and to the horror of many women and scientists, he succeeded. The molecular changes of Milk were designed in a way to make the bonding to the receptors permanent. A single exposure to the drug and semen was sufficient to create an irreversible addiction. Since the second trigger reacted independently from the first trigger it was possible that Milk and cum were combined outside a woman's body and then administered to her. It did not take long for the less virtuous individuals to figure that out and from that day on, they turned Milk into a weapon against women. Pimps and slave traders started to use this combination on the women in their clutches to keep them in line and “upgrade” their performance. Rumors spread that intelligence and military were using it on captive enemies. The news reported on cases of resentful employees using it on their female co-workers after being skipped for a promotion.
It was then that society went pretty much down the drain. Governments and various organizations quickly scrambled to start research on a cure for Milk. However, someone obviously had a strong interest in stopping any cure from being developed. When the first lab burned down and the lead researcher was run over by a truck, everyone thought it just a set of freak accidents. Then other research facilities were destroyed, scientists involved in those projects were killed and nobody believed in accidents any more. Even bodyguards, intelligence agents, secret locations or crowd-funded projects were not safe. Eventually there was nobody left willing to risk his own life trying to search for a cure, the research programs were stopped and funding canceled.
Meanwhile the social web was torn apart more and more each day. Accepting a drink from a stranger turned into Russian roulette and mistrust and paranoia spread through all social classes. Women were abducted and hooked on cum against their will. While the courts tried their best to keep up with all the cases that were investigated, most cases never were found out or it was impossible to determine the person who had spiked a woman's drink with Milk and cum. Gender equality was thrown back into the Stone Age and while on paper males and females were equal that was a thing of the past. Anytime a woman stood up and spoke her mind she risked revenge in form of a spiked drink or snack. A female employee calling out her male colleague for something stupid or dangerous? A cheerleader dumping the high school’s most popular jock in front of his friends? In the past, those situations had the potential to start rumors or result in a beating, but now they had the chance of completely ruining the woman's life.
Eventually a new perverted normality settled in. Women were advised to stay out of the bright spotlights for their own safety and to stay in the company of only those who they could trust. Most did follow that suggestion, valuing their life and safety much higher than their dignity or career. A few did not budge and continued their lives as before and most of them were fine. Since there was no cure for the Milk addiction, female suicide rates sharply increased. Most addicts broke down after desperately trying to lead a life as normal as possible but eventually succumbing to the drug. Others ended their lives long before they got to the point of being on their knees and sucking cock every other hour, going out with at least some dignity intact.
Men’s reactions on the situation were twofold. Some abhorred what had happened, and tried their best to console and protect women. Most, however, seemed to welcome the new position of power and control men held, enjoying the ready availability of cum hungry females on their knees. Dominic Morris was in the former group. He could not believe how quickly his fellow men had abandoned their morals and responsibility, and accepted and abused the horrors inflicted on the addicted women. Being almost 41 years old, Dominic had worked as genetic and molecular engineer for Versa-Life Incorporated for the past 19 years and only recently rose to the position of Chief Engineer. Unwilling to accept the moral defeat humankind had suffered by whoever designed Milk he had equipped a small but sufficient lab in his spacious apartment flat.
For the past five years, he had spent every minute of his free time in his private lab analyzing and deconstructing Milk, and designing and synthesizing agents to counter its effect. He had seen enough women succumbing to the drug – childhood friends, co-workers, and even his own sister – and would not rest until he found a cure. However, the task was tedious and difficult. Without a test subject to administer his prototypes to, he could only run molecular simulations on his lab computer. Even thou his workstation was quite powerful it was nothing compared to the simulation mainframe at Versa-Life. Dominic had struggled long with himself but in the end decided that the benefit of running a simulation in 30 minutes instead of over 48 hours was not worth the risk of accidental discovery of his pet project and his very likely subsequent violent death.
It was Friday evening, just after 22:00, and he sat in his chair and stared at the screen, letting out a frustrated sigh as he looked at the status report for his latest simulation. As his eyes traced the letters of the words, he moved his hands to rub his temples slowly:
Simulation #292 [sample: CF-119; carrier: TCD-201]:
-- Started: 2057-7-14, 18:47:19
-- Duration: 2d 3h 18m 47s
-- Result: FAILURE
-- Started: 2057-7-14, 18:47:19
-- Duration: 2d 3h 18m 47s
-- Result: FAILURE
He reached out and grabbed the page-sized transparent tablet from the desk, scrolling and swiping through the simulation report’s details trying to figure out what went wrong this time. After a few minutes, he dropped the thin device back onto his desk and stood up. He pieced together the data from the report in his mind and realized that the error was a molecular chain he had removed two revisions ago. When he reworked a larger part of his project, he forgot to cover the function of the chain he had removed before.
Looking at his watch, he decided that today he would not stay up until morning to fix the mistake. He was not getting nearly enough sleep between the overtime he put in at work and his “hobby”, and oversights like this one would just cost him several days of simulation time. When his stomach growled slightly to tell him that he had not eaten anything for over 13 hours he decided to grab a small snack for supper and then try to get some actual sleep. Heading out of his small lab Dominic grabbed his dark grey sport coat, fetched his smartphone and issued his household semi-AI the command to close and lock all doors and windows.
“Cerberus, lockdown after I leave.”
“Affirmative, Hades. Initiating lockdown after your departure.”
Dominic registered his computer’s confirmation and left his apartment. A short elevator ride later, he was out of the tall building with the mirrored glass facade and headed towards a small nearby mall. Musing to himself that it has been a long time since he even took a short walk he enjoyed the short trip out in the fresh and cool air of the night. After a few minutes, he approached a pedestrian bridge connecting the small park that surrounded the apartment building to the mall area. In the light of the illumination, he saw a woman standing at the railing in the middle of the bridge. However, as he got closer he saw that she was not standing at the railing, but behind it. He drew in a sharp breath as he realized what she was about to do. Dominic slowly stepped on the bridge and walked closer, stopping 10 meters away from her.
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