closeness human beings could feel for one another. A part of her longed for Eva's touch to go lower, to help release the building fire in her body, but she was so tired and it was just so nice to be held, to feel close to another human. Her explorations of Eva's body slowed, her eyelids fluttered, simply unable to stay open any longer. Her breathing deepened, not from passion now—simply from exhaustion. Jenna Walker, President of the Gaean Alliance, fell asleep and dreamed...
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REVELATION
Falling asleep in the comfort of Eva Cooper's arms, Jenna Walker dreamed she was in the most peaceful place of all—her mother's uterus. She floated, happily taking nourishment from her mother. As President, her mind seemed to work all the time, even while she slept. Now, her mind floated free, without a care in the world. Too soon, though, Jenna found her head wedged in a tight place, being pushed, shoved, moved through by any means possible. Ahead, she could sense a dreadful light. Somehow, she knew it was the light of knowledge. When it swept over her, she would never be the same again. She didn't want to go any further, but the pushing and the shoving continued against her best efforts. Her home in the uterus had grown too small. Hours of pain and terror seemed to pass before she finally broke free of the vice-like grip of bone and found herself moving through strangely translucent, crystalline yet fleshy folds and gushed out into the terrifying light in a burst of clear moisture and dew that was somehow blood, but infinitely older—as though the color had been washed away.
Like Athena, Jenna Walker found herself born fully formed. However, while Athena had sprung from the head of the male god, Zeus, Jenna Walker came from the uterus and vagina of a god-like female. Whereas Athena was born armed with spear, helm and mail, Jenna was armed only with those things that had prompted Eva Cooper to call her beautiful: deep brown eyes, an easy smile, long, muscled legs, well-proportioned hips and breasts. Jenna Walker took a moment to admire her body as more than just so much anatomy put together, but as a deliciously sensuous whole.
The light of knowledge washed over Jenna and she became aware that she was in the presence of the mind of one of the Clusters that orbited the Earth, but she was confused and wanted more information. The woman who had given birth to Jenna reached down and gathered her into her arms, bringing Jenna to her breast. Jenna brushed the woman's long, black hair from a nipple that seemed rigid and unyielding, more like a sculpture of Venus than the tender fleshiness of a human. Instinct told Jenna to latch onto the breast in spite of its cold rigidity and, indeed, she did. As she suckled, it seemed that the woman that held her became warmer, more tender, more human. At the same time, Jenna's mind filled with images of an Earth she'd never dreamed of before.
Jenna had always known the Earth as a planet overrun by people. However, the governments of Earth had been able to keep the people fed by utilizing resources from outside. Ice was mined from the asteroid belt and brought to Earth to provide fresh water. There were farms and mines on Mars that supplied the people of the Earth. Maintaining all of these outside resources was a delicate dance of politics, money and technology. Jenna had been part of the dance ever since she had been elected a Senator, then named a Minister and ultimately elected President of the Alliance. She knew that many felt the tax structure of Earth was too steep. It made housing a challenge for many people. During her presidential campaign, she'd vowed to meet the challenge, though it was beginning to look insurmountable.
Then came the Clusters.
Then came Doomsday.
Jenna was all too aware that both occurrences could spell disaster for her moderately successful presidency. Neither occurrence was her fault, but that's not the way people saw it. As Jenna drank
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REVELATION
Falling asleep in the comfort of Eva Cooper's arms, Jenna Walker dreamed she was in the most peaceful place of all—her mother's uterus. She floated, happily taking nourishment from her mother. As President, her mind seemed to work all the time, even while she slept. Now, her mind floated free, without a care in the world. Too soon, though, Jenna found her head wedged in a tight place, being pushed, shoved, moved through by any means possible. Ahead, she could sense a dreadful light. Somehow, she knew it was the light of knowledge. When it swept over her, she would never be the same again. She didn't want to go any further, but the pushing and the shoving continued against her best efforts. Her home in the uterus had grown too small. Hours of pain and terror seemed to pass before she finally broke free of the vice-like grip of bone and found herself moving through strangely translucent, crystalline yet fleshy folds and gushed out into the terrifying light in a burst of clear moisture and dew that was somehow blood, but infinitely older—as though the color had been washed away.
Like Athena, Jenna Walker found herself born fully formed. However, while Athena had sprung from the head of the male god, Zeus, Jenna Walker came from the uterus and vagina of a god-like female. Whereas Athena was born armed with spear, helm and mail, Jenna was armed only with those things that had prompted Eva Cooper to call her beautiful: deep brown eyes, an easy smile, long, muscled legs, well-proportioned hips and breasts. Jenna Walker took a moment to admire her body as more than just so much anatomy put together, but as a deliciously sensuous whole.
The light of knowledge washed over Jenna and she became aware that she was in the presence of the mind of one of the Clusters that orbited the Earth, but she was confused and wanted more information. The woman who had given birth to Jenna reached down and gathered her into her arms, bringing Jenna to her breast. Jenna brushed the woman's long, black hair from a nipple that seemed rigid and unyielding, more like a sculpture of Venus than the tender fleshiness of a human. Instinct told Jenna to latch onto the breast in spite of its cold rigidity and, indeed, she did. As she suckled, it seemed that the woman that held her became warmer, more tender, more human. At the same time, Jenna's mind filled with images of an Earth she'd never dreamed of before.
Jenna had always known the Earth as a planet overrun by people. However, the governments of Earth had been able to keep the people fed by utilizing resources from outside. Ice was mined from the asteroid belt and brought to Earth to provide fresh water. There were farms and mines on Mars that supplied the people of the Earth. Maintaining all of these outside resources was a delicate dance of politics, money and technology. Jenna had been part of the dance ever since she had been elected a Senator, then named a Minister and ultimately elected President of the Alliance. She knew that many felt the tax structure of Earth was too steep. It made housing a challenge for many people. During her presidential campaign, she'd vowed to meet the challenge, though it was beginning to look insurmountable.
Then came the Clusters.
Then came Doomsday.
Jenna was all too aware that both occurrences could spell disaster for her moderately successful presidency. Neither occurrence was her fault, but that's not the way people saw it. As Jenna drank
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