The following day, Jardine, Leon and Claudius, Primo, Sebastian, Jarek, and the eight newcomers visited Sebastian’s father, Rex, and his wife Fee, in their comfortable house in the hills above the city. Fourteen visitors should have been a crowd, but they all fitted nicely in the pool and around it when eating, were pleasant and agreeable to each other, engaged in stimulating conversation, and were comfortable in their own bodies and character so the atmosphere was genial.
Fee and Rex, who looked too young to be Sebastian’s parents, asked the new men lots of questions, taking their responses seriously. After a healthy meal and a riotous game of charades, the hosts thanked Jardine, Leon and Claudius for all their work and gratefully welcomed the newcomers. Rex was pleased to have Hercules take over his job of doing nothing quietly in the background to allow the place to function smoothly. Leon reckoned Robert could handle the finances with no trouble, and Jardine said the grounds would be in good hands with Zadig. Fidel congratulated Fee and Rex for the quality of their genes as exhibited in Primo, who had spent the evening with a smile of vague incredulity on his lips. Speaking when spoken to, and laughing at the right time.
‘Do you think of them as your parents?’ Bart asked him.
‘Of course not. My genes have been so altered that we have nothing in common. I like them, but feel no kinship. Just as I love and admire Jarek and Sebastian for being perfect parents to an alien who is so intrinsically different.’
‘Are you pleased to be alive?’ Hylas asked.
‘I am alive and choose to remain so; therefore I have no problem with it. I enjoy lots of things, especially being in the forest and having fun as we did the other day.’
‘What about the reasons for creating you? Do you approve?’
‘I am aware of Sebastian and Jarek’s reasons for making me like this, and for creating more of us, but I don’t see the point. I’ve not spent much time with adult humans other than those in this room, but from what I've heard the sooner they exterminate themselves the better. As for taking over the role of top predator—I’ll wait to see what happens when there are more of us…who knows, we may even fight amongst ourselves and kill off the experiment.’ His smile gave the lie to that possibility.
‘How many will you make?’ Zadig asked Sebastian.
‘As we mentioned the other day, we already have five. The other four are living with Stephen and Chloe, two dear friends who have a lovely old house not far from our place. They're the ideal couple to bring up infant alien geniuses, having more or less alienated themselves from the usual run of humanity…wouldn’t you agree, Primo?’
‘For humans, they're exceptional, that's certain. They're the reason I'm sane, I reckon.’
‘You're possibly right. As for how many we’ll create…fifty donors should give us a sufficient gene pool to create a viable species. From then on they can breed and fill the niches if and when they develop.’
‘Breed. I've been wondering about that,’ Mort admitted. ‘If its not a rude question, how does that happen?’
‘It’s not rude, it’s a good question, Mort, and goes to the heart of the whole enterprise. We decided two parents create friction and inhibit a child’s development—especially mental. Mothers and fathers have been essential for the survival of our species in the past, but it’s a weakness now. Our solution was to make the new men self pollinating—to borrow a horticultural expression.’ Sebastian shot a smile at Jardine who grinned back. He turned to Primo. ‘Do you mind showing them your sexual apparatus?’
‘Of course not. What a strange question.’ Primo lay back and raised his legs.
‘As you can see everything’s the same as us, except for the almost invisible slit in the perineum between the scrotum and anus. That’s a vulva that opens into a vagina, which opens into a womb that will be fed one egg from a fallopian tube.’
Monthly?’
‘No, that’s an extremely wasteful system. When Primo’s body feels ready to breed, the female sexual organs will swell, an egg will be produced and he will have the urge to inseminate himself. That's the only time the female organs will be used, and it will only happen once—we think.’
‘Will the babies be breast fed?’
‘No. Mammary glands would be a severe disadvantage—they damage too easily. Babies will be able to eat prepared normal food immediately, like birds.’
‘What about regular sex?’
‘Exactly the same way we do it.’
‘Have you tried self fertilizing, Primo?’
‘Never had the urge. The slit is virtually sealed and I've no desire to experiment with it, but I'm looking forward to normal sex like you guys have; I’ll just have to wait till the other new men grow.’
‘Would you like to have sex with a human?’
Primo shook his head firmly. ‘Definitely not. No more than you'd like to have sex with an orang-utan. No offence, but… perhaps one day out of curiosity.’ He grinned and gazed down appreciatively at his own perfectly formed body, flawless velvety skin and lean fitness.
‘Makes sense,’ Hercules said softly. ‘I have to admit that compared to you, humans look almost unfinished; coarser, less well designed and assembled somewhat carelessly.’ He grinned at Hylas’s raised eyebrow. ‘Yes, oh beautiful youngish man; even you are not quite in the same league.’
‘That's telling you, brother,’ Fidel laughed. Then as if he’d just thought of it, asked, ‘Have you enough donors? If you haven't, I’d like to suggest Robert’s parents, they are the wisest, kindest, most sensible people I've ever met.’
Sebastian turned to Robert. ‘Do you agree?’
‘Ask Bart.’
‘Definitely.’
‘Good, we’ll work on it.’
By the end of the following week a long, wide and very deep trench had been excavated in the rocky hillside above Sebastian’s house. It was large enough to contain six individual dwellings, each with their own exit and all connected by underground passageways. The two extra dwellings would be for Primo and his ‘brothers’ to live in until they decided how and where they wanted to live. Every spare minute was taken up with plans and ideas for the perfect abode.
Six months later, the view from Sebastian and Jarek's verandah was unchanged from the day Hercules and friends first saw it, but behind a stand of melaleucas, the hillside had gained an attractive rockery already covered in sprawling vegetation. The inmates of the new subterranean houses were delighted with their comfortable and charming quarters, each of which had a private outdoor living area concealed in the ‘rockery’ above, where they spent most of their spare time. Primo and his brothers were living in one of the other ‘caves’. Due to the extraordinary precocity of their species they were already capable of taking care of themselves.
Fidel and friends no longer felt like guests, having settled naturally into their jobs at the laboratory, which continued the slow process of turning out new boys who went immediately to live with Primo and his mates. The children were delightful. Serious yet fun loving. Sensible and uncomplaining. Impossibly healthy and quick to learn, able to walk, talk and think rationally within the first six months.
Robert and Bart made a nervous but uneventful trip back to Brisbane, driving Jarek’s battered Holden, to visit Sanjay and Monique and collect DNA samples. The reunion was deeply moving but they were dismayed to see how their parents had aged. Life seemed to have drained away. Sanjay no longer cared what happened in the world of men, and when Monique showed them their secret hoard of powder and gas bottles, her expression as she locked them away was of impatient longing.
On the way back they called in to see Michael and John, and spent a night in the forest with Peter and Jon, who were involved in the rescue of persecuted youths whose private affections offended men who found it perfectly natural to watch dogs maul suspected thieves and queers to death.
Over the next few years, the others also made trips south, sleeping rough as they preferred, always visiting Peter and Jon. Their sorties into the city and surrounding towns became increasingly unpleasant and therefore infrequent. To a rational man, religion’s exploitation of natural human credulity is a nightmarish mystery. In vain did they attempt to convince the few people they met of the truth about what was happening in their State. As the elusive Dresden James observed, when a well-packaged web of lies has been sold to the masses, the truth will seem utterly preposterous and its speaker a raving lunatic. In vain did they point out to otherwise rational people that if you tell someone the paint’s wet, they’ll put out a finger and check, but if you tell them there's an invisible god they’ll believe it without question. The proposition that what can be asserted without evidence can be dismissed without evidence, made them angry.
Only the government took truth-tellers seriously, publicly cutting them into small pieces and feeding the bits to crocodiles—to the riotous applause of their repressed, god-fearing minions.
The officially sanctioned reason for the upstairs laboratory’s existence was researching ways to improve human cloning and, most importantly, discover how to transfer the mental abilities and memory of the man to his clone. In this way the most important Christian Kingdom officials could live forever. The political power of an immortal Lord Cardinal, Cardinal-Duke or Bishop-Baron would be enormous; putting Jesus’ resurrection in the shade.
The clone project was intrinsically interesting, and all the scientists had been working on it when not occupied with the creation of Primo and his brothers. Five Very-Important-Men each demanded three clones of themselves, to test how mentally similar they would be to their progenitors. One of each clone was brought up at home with papa and mama; one was adopted at ‘birth’ by a wealthy family, and one spent his formative years in a religious orphanage. At the age of twelve the clones went to live with their two brothers and ‘parent’.
Like normal identical triplets, the boys had developed individual personalities, interests and peculiarities that affected their posture, movement and dress. Apart from a superficial likeness, the only other thing the clones shared with their adult donors was character. They all exhibited similar sly, conniving, treacherous, arrogant, selfish characteristics, and seemed to understand intuitively the motives and plots of their father-twins, whom they then ruthlessly attempted to manipulate. The predictable result being that none were permitted to reach the age of fifteen.
Even if it had been possible to transfer a copy of the contents and memory of the original brain to the clones, none of the scientists would have done it. All agreed that even one of the vile creatures was one too many. Three more of each would be a crime against nature. So when the underground laboratory had produced the required number of healthy new boys, who were now living in the forests and caves on Sebastian and Jarek's property, Sebastian informed the Department of Manipulative Sciences, under whose auspices the research station operated, that they had reached the end of the road because they were unable to come up with a method of transferring memory, so the laboratory would be shut down. As Sebastian had funded the entire operation from his own pocket, there was no need for the government to do anything, but he expected at least an acknowledgement.
There was no response for several years, during which the new boys became new men, maturing and educating themselves under the tutelage of the ageing scientists and everyone else who had been involved. They proved extraordinarily receptive to information, only having to see or hear something once to remember it forever. More importantly, perhaps, they had a natural facility for logic, rational argument and honest common-sense thinking and communication, that would have been irritating had the new men not also been disarmingly cheerful and charmingly honest about what they saw as their own deficiencies.
Mort taught them everything he knew about self-defence, and in a short time their exceptional physical prowess and almost supersonic reactions turned them into calmly efficient killing machines with no need of any tool apart from their body. Robert instructed them in financial activities, and arranged for the transfer of funds into their new bank accounts once Arnold and Fidel’s combined skills in computing and design had obtained all necessary documentation from birth certificates to tax-file numbers for each new man. Hylas and Hercules taught them to behave, walk, speak and react like humans, so they wouldn’t attract unwanted attention. Bart introduced them to the philosophical ideas that had inspired humans but failed to change their natures, and encouraged them to think about the sort of life they wanted to live and how to achieve it, including personal relationships.
Zadig’s contribution was perhaps ultimately the most useful. His knowledge of plants, their uses, requirements and ecological significance would enable the new men to maintain and keep healthy the forests around them.
From Sebastian and Jarek they learned about another important thing…love. ‘If you want to be loved,’ Jarek advised them, ‘make yourself loveable.’
Far North Queensland had been very lucky in the weather. While the rest of the country was sweltering, drying out, being ravaged by storms, droughts, floods and fires on a regular basis, the narrow coastal strip and adjacent tablelands from Cairns right up to Cape York were barely touched. The average temperatures were warmer, but regular monsoons had continued, rainfall remained plentiful and crops grew constantly. To the relief of the new men, whose natural inclination was to live in forests, growth had been exponential. The entire thousand hectares belonging to Sebastian and Jarek was now a fecund rainforest replete with wildlife. Fine for recreation, but not enough to sustain the thirty new men who now inhabited the property. They’d have to wait and live more or less like humans for many years, because the rest of the vast lands where it still rained, remained in the hands of people who saw land solely in terms of mechanised food production, and forests as the enemy.
To practice being human the new men went into the civilized world as soon as they looked old enough, and took a variety of jobs including stints as slaves on plantations, in factories or as house slaves. They avoided being sold in the slave markets because their extreme beauty would attract every wealthy matron and many men, who paid good money for sex slaves. Prolonged contact with humans was not possible because the new men became disorientated and physically ill at having to constantly pretend to be what they considered mentally deranged. Humans were too illogical and irrational. What offended them the most was that instead of worshipping the natural world that was their true creator, they destroyed it and glorified invisible figments of crazed imagination.
After their first lengthy close contact with the human world, they would remain for several days in their room, not speaking to others until their brains had processed the cringing, subservient, depraved and unquestioning credulity of human behaviour. After three days they would come out of their self-imposed shell having shaken off their dismay that humans had not evolved in any useful way from other social mammals.
The only major difference they could see between humans and other apes was the intricacy and quality of the tools they constructed to achieve their puerile aims. Beavers would have done the same if they'd had the tools, as would goats. They knew, thanks to Bart, that some humans were capable of thinking of different ways of behaving, but none of these ideas had ever affected human behaviour.
From the age of twelve, the new men/boys began engaging in sexual activity both as a solo pleasure and with each other in the normal way for men. It was another fun thing to do, a way to bond, and not different from eating, exercising or solving puzzles. At the age of twenty, Primo’s almost invisible vulva began to swell and one day he decided it was time to self fertilize. Everyone came to watch as he stroked his penis, which lengthened but remained flexible enough for him to insert the glans into the slit, whereupon he closed his thighs, trapping it inside and worked both thigh and pelvic floor muscles, forcing the entire length inside where it expanded to such an extent it was impossible to remove. Everyone watched in silence as waves of powerful contractions shuddered through every muscle in his body until suddenly he stopped, relaxed and lay back.
‘That's done,’ he said nonchalantly, spreading his legs. His penis, having returned to its normal size, flopped out and the vulva closed again as if nothing had happened.
There had been little sensation, Primo insisted; certainly nothing pleasant that he’d want to repeat. Merely a slight itch that had prompted the urge, which disappeared completely once the act was complete. That was how he knew when to stop.
Several months later the baby was born with similar lack of fuss, and after a wash down and a drink of warm water, began to munch contentedly on mixed-grain porridge.
Days, weeks, months, years sped by in a blur, merging into one seamless experience with almost no sense of time passing. Everyone felt the same as on the first day they became aware of themselves as sentient individuals…a common experience for those who are busy and happy in a natural environment, living simply, with people they like and respect, doing repetitive jobs that are useful and necessary for their survival.
The new men became increasingly different from their human mentors in subtle ways, keeping mostly to themselves, only occasionally visiting the humans who were growing visibly older while the new men remained looking exactly as they had at twenty, all giving birth at around that age.
As the human bodies aged, jobs took longer, but needs were fewer so life was good and somewhere in all that Sebastian and Jarek passed their eightieth birthdays. The ageing scientists and lab technicians had become middle aged or old and moved away, farewelled with generous gifts from Sebastian, who retreated permanently with Jarek to his beautiful house and gardens.
Their eight friends spent a lot of time with their hosts, continuing to appreciate their luck, their comfortable underground dwellings while laughing, loving, arguing, fighting and making up with their partners like lovers everywhere. Hylas was now in his fifties, Hercules at the end of his sixties and the others in between. But unless they stopped to think about it they didn’t notice. Long walks and exercise continued to keep them fit, the pools and streams provided fish and places to swim, the gardens produced food as long as they worked for it. Every now and again they’d ask each other where they'd like to go next. And always the answer was, ‘Stay here.’ So they did.
Primo’s tribe had created a secret home among the forest giants, and kept everyone intellectually awake with their irregular visits.
One sunny afternoon the peace was broken by the appearance of a black limousine flanked by heavily armed Protectors on motorcycles. A slim, elderly man in a black suit with entwined gold crosses embroidered on the lapel, got out and approached Sebastian and Jarek who were relaxing on the verandah. He bowed slightly. ‘Have I the honour of speaking to Sebastian Trovert?’
‘You do.’
‘The gentleman in the limousine is Cardinal Duke Dominic; he wishes to speak with you,’
‘He may.’
‘You can’t expect him to come to you! You must go to him, and please call him Brother Dominic, not your Eminence…he has taken a vow of modesty, you see.’
‘I suppose that's why he’s being chauffeured in a giant black limousine, and has a servant to demand my presence. How can I resist such charming modesty?’ Sebastian and Jarek stood.
‘I'm sorry, but only Mr. Trovert may come.’
Jarek began to object.
‘It’s Ok, Jarek. Brother Dominic is a man of God; if I'm not safe with him, I'm safe with no one.’
‘You're safe with no one then,’ Jarek muttered to their retreating backs.
When they arrived at the enormous vehicle, which was now surrounded by eight fully armed Protectors, guns at the ready, the rear door opened and an oleaginous voice invited Sebastian into the lounge-like interior that contained two arm chairs, a cocktail bar, television, small bookshelf and desk.
Brother Dominic, a gargantuan man swathed in black robes, was leaning back in his armchair. He looked Sebastian up and down critically.
‘You look starving.’
‘You look unwholesomely obese.’
Brother Dominic smiled, showing small, pointed teeth. ‘Thank you for that, it makes what I have to say a pleasure rather than a duty.’ He cleared his throat. ‘It has come to my attention that you have been using your laboratories for ungodly purposes, so they will be destroyed.’
Sebastian nodded thoughtfully. ‘I fully agree, the idea of cloning those unpleasant men was indeed ungodly, I'm very pleased we were unable to succeed.’
‘Where you failed, others will succeed, those researches are god’s will and are continuing at another laboratory. I was referring to your attempt at playing god.’
‘Which god would that be? Humans have worshipped so many.’
‘I warn you not to try my patience, Mr. Trovert. We have evidence that you have been creating other life forms that resemble humans.’
‘You resemble a human, Brother D, but I assure you we’d never want to create anything like you.’
‘I warned you,’ he hissed, then coughed, spraying sputum over the window between him and the driver who was sitting stolidly behind the wheel. ‘We know you’ve been flouting god’s law in that place and it will be destroyed and the land taken as payment of the fine.’
‘When?’
‘You have two weeks to lodge an objection.’
‘Oh, I've no objection. The place is old and needs to come down, you’ll save me the fuss.’ He leaned forward, ready to leave. ‘If that's all, then I’ll be off.’
For once lost for words, brother Dominic glared venomously at the lean old man striding easily up the drive towards the house and his friend. Dominic had no friends. He told himself he didn’t need them; he had God. Other people would get in the way of his power, influence and promotion. To become Cardinal King was his aim. A title not yet awarded, but he’d deserve it and get it or he wasn’t the man he thought he was.