I was moved from the Lab to a crèche and then to a school where I was able to have limited interaction with other “super-babies”, it was like relating to programmed robots, they fully believed in the System and were dumb to my questioning. I was unable to elicit any emotional response or attachment to anything, even my attempts at seduction. We were chipped and our movements watched from a central surveillance chamber so any possible intimacy with each other could be nipped in the bud. We were never allowed to go outside, the “Compound” being a prison. There were grottoes and fountains, factories and mining-pits, plazas and temples, and giant idols of an unfathomable Goddess holding up the cavern roof, through all of which I wandered, ostensibly exercising the musculature of my perfect body, actually exploring the layout.
My construction had been extremely specific, to fit the exact requirements of Her sexual fetishes, muscular, blue-eyed, black haired, dark skinned, a large penis ever erect and tireless. I was one in a billion and thus highly prized. THEY had farmed some DNA from the early 21st Century, from a stolen Blood Bank, stem cells in particular THEIR breeding-stock, not realizing it also came with its RNA memory stores, from which I got my memories of a past life, not the fabulous fantasy of reincarnation I wanked over.
The same went for 3D organ-printers and stem-cell petri-dishes, such organ products didn't provide the same frisson as the gladiatorial contests and torture chambers where flesh and blood humans were torn to shreds and chopped to pieces for the sadistic pleasure of their rulers. And so the bio-technology of brainwashed slaves from cloned DNA was perfected and installed, the old robot technology kept only for the basic functioning of the machinery running the underground environment.
The cabal of ruthless, soul-less billionaires had a weekly ritual of intoning prayers to their munificent Goddess, thanking Her for a history that had turned out kind for them. One of her cronies would sing a woeful song to get the Queen started. "There were too many of the fuckers breeding, out of work, eating the surplus and ruining the planet. It was a good thing a few billions got vaporized overnight when the bombs went off, then our euthanasia factories put the further billions out of their misery, no more suffering from starvation and disease, how kind we were, it was a grand idea, the world was finally under control!"
The bitch heard me and demanded I repeat my insult to her drooling fellow banqueters. “All monsters get their comeuppance eventually! For all your life-extension programs you are slowly rotting from within for your lot are the essence of corruption.”
I eventually fell asleep and when I awoke the storm had abated and I found myself near a natural water-hole surrounded by a few gum-trees. Sweet, it looked like I was still in Australia. While I was drinking the fresh water a group of black fellows approached and also drank, one of them saying, “Welcome to country, good to see someone else has survived, bit of a surprise, those white gubbas sure were bloody fools, fucking the world up, no pollution out here though. But you could be family with your koori features. We know how to live off this land, you can join us if you promise not to cause any trouble, we’ll be watching you anyway.”
Hmmm... a new life, born again, hopefully better than the last, that old DNA of mine probably stretching back in direct succession for thousands of years because I sure feel like I've come home. They’ve promised me no slavery, no stealing, everything shared... life here was harsh, brutal even, definitely not romantic... but I’m up for it... anything was better than that sterile, rotting world below... I loved the fresh air, the smells...
I was once a city boy, now I'm forced to forget all that, I'll have to keep my mouth shut, don't want to bring on civilization again with any bright ideas... hunting and gathering, following the song-lines, that'll have to do... and oh, the singing and dancing by the camp-fire at night... and the endless stars overhead to get lost in as I fall asleep... yeah, oh well, never thought it would come to this... no more sci-fi DVDs.