In some sense, this was true; your word is essentially law inside the Breeding Complex. In another sense it was not true: you are very much a prisoner... here. The survival and propagation of the human species depends on your safety; you would never really be allowed to leave. But of course, why would you want to?By now, the Breeding Complex was large enough that it should really be called the Breeding City. You wonder if anyone has considered changing the name, but at the end of the day you don't. I stopped suddenly and turned around. In the narrow passage next to the staircase, I was effectively blocking her path. She managed to avoid running into me and instinctively took a step back, keeping her distance. The tension between us rose immediately. I wasn’t even entirely sure what I was doing, but I just kind of ran with it anyway.“So, look. Lauren, isn’t it?”I stole a glance down her body, looking at her curvy little tummy with its layer of excess flab and cheap gold piercing. My eyes. The weather was getting colder and much, much wetter. Initial hopes that she would soon be released had faded by now. The British Consul had been to see her in the first few days of her ordeal and promised to do all he could, but she had never seen him again.All her requests to be told when and if charges would be preferred and when would she have her court appearance, had been ignored. The woman police officer was her sole visitor now that the Captain was finding it too cold to venture out. "I can't remember thinking about pettiness as a trait when I designedyou, son," said God, now quite annoyed. Adam could tell when God was awee bit angry by the darkening skies and the rumble of distant thundersin the rolling clouds."Well, you did say that you made me in your image. So maybe, just maybe,my pettiness comes from..." said Adam, his voice a little bit squeakyout of fear, but ultimately defiant nevertheless."Enough!" roared God, and a single shaft of white light from the heavenssmote.
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