Command
Module Captain Michael Davis sat on top of the float that slowly moved along
Fifth Avenue in New York City as the confetti and streamers sailed down from
the buildings. They said the crowd
numbered over a million. It was a
bright, sunny day and the world celebrated their latest galactic hero. Michael came back from a successful voyage to
Mars, along with five other crewmembers, all of them on the float with him to
bask in the country’s admiration. Sent
to search for other life forms, the mission didn’t accomplish its goal, but it
proved that long spaceflights were possible for humans. It would be the start of the great
exploration of the deepest outer space.
That
was ten years ago, and to Michael, it was a lifetime ago. Now 2040, the world had changed and not for
the better. All of the rhetoric of
saving the planet and controlling the pollution we released into the atmosphere
did little to change the outcome. In
fact, the discussion with very little action hastened the process. Michael looked out the window in Los Angeles,
and he was reminded of our disregard for planet Earth.
Michael
got into the hovercraft that would take him to the desert for the final
preparations for liftoff the next day.
He had to run to the hovercraft or else he would have to use a breather. As they sped off along the elevated freeway
east, Michael looked out the windows to see what man had unleashed on the
world. The air was thick with black smog
that hung low to the ground and refused to move even when there was a
breeze. Higher up in the atmosphere it
was worse. The sun barely shone more
than an hour a day, the rest of the time it was like dusk. Nighttime came with many not even realizing
it.
Back
in the early years of the twenty-first century, the developed nations looked as
though they finally got serious about reducing pollution. Solar, wind, nuclear and natural gas helped
to reduce our dependence on oil and coal.
But the developing countries expanded so rapidly, quickly passing many
of the industrialized nations. Their
haste to expand their economies came at the price of the environment. China polluted their cities and waterways by
the end of 2020, India followed it quickly as well as Brazil. Russia, once an industrial nation, fell to
become a developing nation when the price of oil went so low they could barely
afford to extract it from the ground.
What they couldn’t sell, they burned as if there was no tomorrow.
Oil
and coal became so cheap; it wasn’t worth switching to higher-cost
methods. The tsunami in Japan devastated
the nuclear industry in the late 2010s.
Solar wasn’t economically feasible in countries that had high pollution;
there wasn’t enough sunshine to generate sufficient power. The large-scale solar projects in the deserts
of the United States sat idle.
The
developing nations pumped more pollution into the atmosphere than could be
contained by those countries. With the
prevailing winds, the pollution moved quickly to nations that had reduced their
pollution. Los Angeles, once polluted in
the 1970s but cleaned up by 2010, reverted to what it was now when China’s
massive pollution sailed across the Pacific Ocean on the prevailing winds with
ease.
California
became a dark, dreary place, most plants refused to grow without sun, and
thriving California turned into a state of trapped residents. No one could stay outside without a portable
breather for more than ten minutes. It
became a state where the residents went from one protected building to
another. It didn’t take long before the
pollution caught a free ride on the jet stream and polluted the country all the
way to the Mississippi River.
Brazil,
the other South American and Central American countries along with Mexico’s
pollution rose up to flood the East Coast with their filthy air. Russia polluted Europe, and it wasn’t stopped
by the Atlantic Ocean.
By
2030, the world was in trouble, but few had a solution. Earth was dying and nothing could be done to
stop its demise.
In
the United States, any feasible solution was tried; all had failed, but the
country was resilient enough to keep trying.
Michael was part of one attempt.
The United States began to embark on a full-scale launch
of a hundred rockets and platforms that sought out other planets that might
sustain human life. They began with the
planets closest to Earth, but most had already been explored for colonization,
and except for small, self-contained units that could sustain life for a
limited number of individuals, there was no success for a large-scale
colonization.
It became necessary to plan for longer
voyages into the far recesses of the galaxies, beyond our solar system into the
deepest reaches of space. For these
voyages, special space platforms were launched from our off-planet
outposts. Travel to these unknown
locations would require years in space, and the only way for people to survive
the trip was in hibernation. This was a better
solution than cryogenics. The main
stumbling block for hibernation had been muscle atrophy, but it was finally
solved. Michael’s trip to Mars proved
that it was feasible.
Ninety-two missions were planned. Michael would be on one of them. It would go to the deepest reaches of space. The inhabitants of their platform would
hibernate for ten years in order to reach a small speck in space that had a
chance at sustaining life. It had never
been explored or had been seen, even through a telescope. It was pure speculation based on the
scientific knowledge at the time, but all of the other missions were just as
speculative.
Michael
would captain the flight, and with him was Ursula Harris, his co-captain. She had captained the flights to the Moon
colony four times. She was experienced,
but there was another reason that Michael had picked her for his flight. He knew even if they did find the planet they
would explore to see if it could sustain human life, by the time any good-sized
colonization could be mobilized, Earth would have destroyed its human
occupants. Michael would colonize the
planet if possible, but it would be for his purpose.
Some
might characterize Michael as having a Napoleon Complex, wanting to rule the
world, but that would be incorrect. He
didn’t want to rule this world; he wanted to set up a new world order. He found some that shared his vision. And they shared their money with him. None of them would get the benefits, but they
did it to preserve humanity, even if it was Michael’s way.
Five
years earlier, two facilities were set up in the desert of California within a
mile of each other. The larger one
housed eight girls, all the age of five years old at that time. They were all orphans, with no living
relatives that could be found. The
facility was almost like a resort, but it was all inside. The staff treated the orphans royally and
nothing was refused, except for the outside world. There was no Internet, television, radio, or
newspapers. It was as though nothing
else in the world mattered. At such an
early age, they barely knew what outside life was and they quickly forgot, as
they grew older. And one other
thing. All of the staff was female. The orphans would never see a male or hear
about one. It would be as though they
didn’t exist or ever had existed.
The
other, smaller, facility had the same rules with only four orphans, but the
orphans were males, all five-year-old orphans.
And the staff was male. The
orphans would never see a female or hear about one.
The
orphans were all ten years old now. The
twelve of them would join Michael and Ursula on the space platform they named The New Beginning. When the fourteen of them would come out of
hibernation in ten years, the orphans would be twenty years old and Michael and
Ursula would be forty. If and when they
found a place for suitable colonization for all of them, Michael and Ursula
would teach them what they hadn’t learned growing up in the facility. The difference between males and females and
their places in the new society.
It
would be a male-dominated society, though the continuing place for Ursula once
all the others had been assimilated would be determined in the future. Bondage would be used to instill the
submission of all the females and, if necessary, the males. Michael expected that the males would rise to
the occasion and dominate the females, but he didn’t leave out the possibility
of a dominating male over a submissive male.
Or the same thing with a dominating female over a submissive female
might result. Maybe, that would be
Ursula’s place if she found that sexual orientation likeable.
It
would make for an interesting experiment.
The females would wake up at the age of twenty years old, all of them
physically mature but emotionally and intelligently immature. In addition, they would be introduced to a
sex that they wouldn’t understand. Their
minds would be a blank slate and Michael would nurture it to his vision of a
new world order.
In
the case of the males, Ursula would be the one that would introduce them to
their part in the new world order. Her
task was less defined, and she would have to see how it progressed with each male. Michael hoped that the males would be brought
to his thinking gradually over time, and he would introduce them to the females
to see how the interaction would form.
Michael had high expectations, but he was willing to adapt to the
situations as they came up as long as his two major objectives were not
breached. The female would be submissive
and bondage would be the norm to instill their submission.
*
* * *
Ursula
watched as Michael got out of the hovercraft.
He commanded attention with his good looks, charm, and intelligence and
that was the reason he became a hero to the country. At the young age of thirty, there were rumors
of him running for president, but he didn’t want that, not caring to shepherd
the country through its dying days. He
had higher aspirations, and it shocked Ursula the first time he broached the
subject to her. They had talked about
bondage as well as dominant and submissive men and women, but it was always in
a more sexual content. Then, he told her
of his new world order and why he took command of this voyage. Then, he told her of her part. At first, she thought he was delusional, but
the more he talked about it, the more she saw his point of view. She didn’t take him seriously, until she was
shown the facility with the eight girls in it.
She knew he would do this, with or without her. So she might as well be with him, though she
wasn’t sure how she’d ultimately fit in, but it could have interesting outcomes
that excited her. Anything was better
than perishing in the final days of the Earth.
“Good
to see you, Captain,” calling him by his title while they were at the launch
pad.
“Are
we ready to go?” He was eager to get off
the planet. There was nothing to keep
him there and so much to look forward to in space.
“The
eight girls launched two days ago and four boys launched a couple of hours
ago. By the time we arrive on The New Beginning, they’ll be in
hibernation. The sexes won’t mix during
this process. They’ll be ignorant of the
other gender until we take them out of hibernation.”
“No
problems with prying eyes or minds.”
Michael had managed to keep the identity of the twelve passengers from
the control center, though it had cost a pretty penny in bribes to do it.
“Not
a single question. You did well.” Ursula didn’t know how he did it.
“We did well. I couldn’t have done it without you, and
you’ll be instrumental in the indoctrination of the males once we reach our
destination. We’ll need to take them out
of hibernation before we land. The
landing will be the most dangerous and could prove disastrous. We won’t know what we have found until we
touch down. There is no return
trip. We’ll have communications, but it
will be difficult if we attempt to communicate with Earth. That is, if we decide to tell them.”
“That’s
what I signed on for. Let’s do the final
check of the launch vehicle. We leave
tomorrow morning at six A.M.”
They
were busy from then on, as they made sure everything was ready. This would be a short three-day trip to The New Beginning, docked in space and
ready to go. It was a much larger ship
that would be able to sustain fourteen people, even though they were in
hibernation. It was stocked for them to
survive for a year on the planet. After
that, they’d have to find their own way.
*
* * *
Michael
looked out the small porthole as the craft took off in the morning. Nothing could be seen for the first hour
until they broke through the upper atmosphere, and then, Michael got a
first-hand glimpse of the smog. It
covered almost all of Earth in and ugly, brown layer. Only small patches of blue ocean could be
seen, those areas that were farthest from land.
He knew that this would be his last look of Earth. There was no going back. He looked over at Ursula as she took in the
same view. “Any regrets?”
“Only
that I couldn’t do anything to stop it.
But no regrets on what we’re embarking on. I only hope we can be successful.”
“You
and I both. We have a year to make it
work, not only for us, but also for the other twelve that will join us.”
*
* * *
It
was a boring trip, but they finally got a chance to see The New Beginning. It
dwarfed in size to the space station that it was attached to but was still a
magnificent feat of engineering and knowhow to behold. The sun shone brilliantly of the titanium-covered
hull as if it were a breathing skin.
There were three pods; the largest was in the center where the command
module was situated. It had the least
amount of rotation around the rest of the craft. At the two ends were the hibernation
pods. Each would sustain ten people, but
they would be split by gender for the trip.
Before they would land on their destination, they would jettison the
pods. It would cut down the weight. There was only speculation on the gravity and
gas composition of the planet where they would attempt to land. The platform was designed more for space
travel, not landing, so the data on how it would withstand the landing was
speculative. Unless the planet could
already sustain human life, it was imperative that the platform retain its
integrity upon landing. Otherwise, their
atmosphere within the platform would escape out the damaged areas of the
platform until there was nothing left and they would perish a horrific death.
“She’s
beautiful,” Ursula praised the sight of the platform. Neither of them had seen it in person, only
drawings and photos.
“I
hope she’s as sturdy as she is beautiful.”
Michael had high expectations and never considered the thoughts of
failure. Otherwise, it would be a wasted
ten years in hibernation.
“She’ll
do fine.” They docked with the platform
and got to see it from the inside for the first time.
Michael
and Ursula went directly to the command center.
They wouldn’t visit the hibernation beds until they were ready to join
in the long sleep. They didn’t want to
see the boys and girls in there already.
They didn’t want to put a face on failure if they were unsuccessful.
The
command center was huge, over twenty rooms so each person could have their
own. The largest was the bridge where
all the functions of the platform could be controlled. It was like a giant Star Trek command center, but this one was fully automated to run
itself while they hibernated. Michael
and Ursula would be woken first by the command center. They would wake the others individually, one
at a time for each of them until all twelve had been resurrected from the deep
hibernation. If there was trouble,
Michael and Ursula would be woken immediately, the others would never know if
trouble took their lives.
Ursula
began to check out the provisions and the individual rooms, while Michael
checked out the cargo hold. It was
filled with all the things they would need or might need to withstand the
rigors of the new planet, but it also had four crates with special items that
Michael paid dearly to smuggle aboard the platform. This would be the items that he needed for
his new world order and consisted of ropes, whips, various sex toys and ten
disassembled pieced of furniture that were fit to hold a male or female
restrained in the most provocative positions.
There were also sets of clothes for each of them, more provocative than
the standard-issue uniforms they all wore now.
Michael would at least start out his new world order with the correct
appearance, but his preference was nude for all of them.
Michael
also checked on the armaments. The
platform wasn’t armed, but in the hold, they had a good collection of laser
rifles, high-intensity particle-beam weapons, atomizer stun guns and various
small arms that would leave most human victims paralyzed or vaporized but had
never been tried on aliens. They could
be as useless as slingshots against an aggressive alien.
The
food was mostly dehydrated; along with some new items, that the scientists had
concocted that looked like regular food but was manmade in a test tube. They said it would taste just as good, but
Michael had too much space food before to believe their promises.
The
hold was the most secure part of the platform.
If the supplies didn’t survive the landing, the occupant’s time would be
limited.
The
day was spent going through the checklist—checklist after checklist. The platform was built to run by itself, yet
they went through every single function.
It was a long day, but at least it took their minds off what would
happen soon. Michael had been in
hibernation before but nothing like what they would go through. Ten years of nothing. Muscle atrophy in hibernation had been
solved, but what about mental atrophy. Is there such a thing?
Michael
and Ursula sat down to a steak dinner, real steak, not test-tube steak with
baked potato. It was brought on the ship
for them as if it were their last meal request, but they enjoyed it, though it
would’ve been much better with a bottle of wine. Command said no alcohol. Luckily, Michael had smuggled a case of wine,
a good year he hoped, for it would be the last.
They
went to bed early in preparation for an early liftoff. “What do you say, Michael? A quickie before we go to bed?” Ursula teased him, even though they never had
sex with each other, though they both talked about their desires and
perversions until they each knew what the other liked and disliked. Yet, Ursula still didn’t know much of
Michael’s past loves. He always quickly
changed the subject when it was brought up.
“Love
to set your world on fire, Ursula, but I’d be afraid you’d be too tired in the
morning after I kept you up all night.”
He’d love to get her lovely body bound on his bed that night, but he
knew it wasn’t practical.
“Guess
you’ll have to wait for one of those virgins to pluck in ten years. I just hope you don’t forget how to use
it.” She laughed as she said it.
“My
cock doesn’t need my brain; it knows what it wants. We’ll see if these virgins have the same
innate skills once they wake up. I can’t
wait for them to see a cock for the first time.”
“I’m
sure that you’ll explain all the intricate details of your cock to each one.”
“But
of course, then I’ll show them how it works, though they might be bound for my
pleasure first.” He couldn’t stop his
cock from getting hard. He’d masturbate
that night for the last time in a long time.
“Good night, see you early.” He
left her to go to his room.
He
lay naked on his bed in the small room.
There wasn’t much in the way of furniture; that is why they would convert
part of the cargo hold to accommodate the males and females that would come out
of hibernation. He would build his
furniture first so that it would be ready for each one. He stroked his cock as he imagined what the
first female would look like. She’d be
brought out naked and so would he. He
imagined her eyes would be fixed on his cock as soon as she saw it. She’d have no idea what it was so it would be
easy for him to coax her to learn all about it.
He began to stroke his cock with the vision of her in his head stroking
his cock and learning of her new life and purpose. He tried to hold out as long as he could, but
he shot off quickly. Next time, it would
be a fresh virgin that received his load of cum. He drifted off to sleep, but his cock already
regained its hardness. When he woke up,
his hand was around his cock, and it was hard and demanding, but he refused to
masturbate again. There would be eight
women ready to pleasure him soon enough.