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Chapter List
- 1-Progeny
- 2-The Children
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- 2
Pt: Kt: Kal�on -
Illich Ined L�nder
Bieta City, Bieta

�I�m gonna� get away from this
place some day, you know.�
A teenage boy looked up into the
sky and said the words countless teens have said and thought in countless
sleepy little towns, probably since the beginning of time. And just as everyone
before him had and everyone after him would, he meant it with all his heart,
knew without the hint of a doubt that he�d go to exotic places and do important
things. He was fifteen, after all, and he was sure of a great many things. He
was young, but his appearance made him look far older than he actually was. He
didn�t look mature for his age, he didn�t have a man�s figure and was still
having problems growing a mustache, he just looked tired. His hair was baked and
dusty and his skin was already tanned and beginning to wrinkle, droop, and grow
leathery. He had all of the beauty of a blown-out tire left on the side of a
road. Everything about him looked worn and used. From a distance, he might have
been an old man, he carried himself such. Ah, but he had one thing that grown
men do not. He had hope, glorious and unfailing hope that he was destined for
greatness, untainted by uncertainty or harsh realities.
His friend was a much more
realistic fellow, and accepted all things harsh without complaint, as was his
nature.
�Justin, you was born on this planet the son of a farmer,� the boy
said, lying on the ground under the shade of a rare tree. The dust from the
almost barren landscape whipped by the both of them and stung the little flesh
that was exposed, but neither gave any notice to it. The boy uncorked the
large, squat bottle he�d brought with him but waited to drink from it, �Yo�
father was born on this planet the son of farmer. His father was born
and died on this planet the son of a farmer, same as his father before
him, same as every damn body far back as anyone can remember. An� I say planet,
but that�s just bein� generous. You know ain�t none of �em left this goddamn
county, neither. Yous gos gonna� be a farmer just as they is. It�s best just to
a�cept it now. Ain�t such a bad life, anyhow, that you got to go on and on
about how �you�s is gonna� run far, far away,�� he mocked in a falsetto, �like
you always does.�
The friend took a swig of some vile
brew that didn�t do much in the way thirst or taste, but helped lower his
inhibitions and raise his blood alcohol level, as was his intention. He was
also fifteen, but muscular and somewhat handsome, possessing all the
pleasurable attributes of youth. He was already shaving, something which
irritated the other boy to no end, and had a disarming smile that came easily,
making him well liked almost without exception. He was attractive in manner,
more so than appearance, and able to get the attention of women almost twice
his age. Rumor had it that he had taken advantage of these attentions, but he
said that he was a gentleman, and under no circumstances would he kiss and
tell. It was equally possible he just wanted to perpetuate these rumors to
enhance his already illustrious reputation. No one would call him smart, nor
would he consider himself so, but he possessed I kind of worldly knowledge, a
kind of realistic wisdom that gave his words truth� assuming of course that one
listened to him.
Justin scowled, an expression that
made him look even older and more unattractive, but didn�t look at his friend
in the eye. Instead, he preferred to watch the rocket that traced its way up
the sky off above the horizon. He imagined himself in one of them, leaving to
go far away and touring the entire galafromfrom one end to the other�. but his
friend kept talking.
�An then you�s is gonna� get a girl
pregnant, prob�ly marry her, have a couple of kids yourself. You�s is gonna�
have a son that�ll grow up to be a farmer, and a daughter that�ll grow up to
get pregnant by and marry a farmer. Then you�s is gonna� die here. But this
ain�t so bad a place to live or to die. They�s is worse places out there, you
know.�
Finally Justin gave up his
delightful reverie, conceding that it was ruined for the time being.
�No, I don�t know, Dylan. That�s
just the point,� he said, turning back around, �I ain�t never been further than
twenty kilometers from my own damn house. I come to town with my old man to
pick somethin� up and then I go back and help �im on the farm. I don�t wanna�
spend my whole life just goin� back and forth. I don�t wanna� spend my life
workin� like a dog just to scrape out a livin� on some backward planet, in some
backward quadrant an� end up just another broken down old geezer with nothin�
to show for it.�
�Hell boy, ain�t nobody wanna� do
that,� Dylan agreed as he downed another mouthful, �If I had my choice, I�d
marry some rich little thing in the Central Planets and have all my cares taken
care of till she kicked the bucket and I could take the rest of her credits for
my own self. But that ain�t gonna� happen, now is it? As it be, our fates is
sealed. But they ain�t bad fates. I hear o�er in the North Quadrant the damned
trolls be bombin� they�s own cities for no reason. Hell, total war is goin� on
on some planets, pirates is razing cities to the ground, people killin� one
�nother over land and resources. Now tell me, who in they right mind is gonna�
come out here? People have trouble makin� enough to feed themselves. There ain�t
shit worth takin�. We�s is secure. We�s is secure, you fucker, an� I�ll take
security and boredom over �citement and danger every damn day of the week.
Nothing gonna� happen here, nothin� �ticularly good, nothing �ticularly bad.
An� nobody from here gonna� do nothin� important, neither.�
�Not me,� the boy argued
stubbornly, �I�m a-gonna� do somethin� with my life.�
�Yeah, says you. So says you.�
Justin felt a sense of
satisfaction, and defying all logic, somehow feeling that he�d won that round.
They let an awkward silence hover for some time, Dylan drinking, Justin looking
at nothing in particular until someone else broke it for them.
�Come on son,� a man called out to
Dylan as he threw a sack into the back of his truck, �We�s�d better be geetin�
on home, lest yo� momma have my ass for messin� around in town too long. And
you�s better drink the rest a� that fo� we get home, ya hear? You know yo�
momma don� like it when you drink in front a� her an� when momma ain�t happy,
nobody�s happy.�
�Sure thing, Pa. Later, Justin,�
Dylan said as he got up and jumped into the back of his dad�s truck next to the
sack. The man walked around to the driver�s side but before he got in, Justin
started walking toward him.
�Uh, Mister Rhodes, you seen my old
man in there?� Justin asked uncomfortably. Dylan�s father looked equally
uncomfortable.
�Well, yeah, I seen �im. Listen
boy, you�s best find yo�self some place to wait fo� a while. He prob�ly gonna�
be a long time comin�.�
The words proved all too true and the sun had already sunk far
behind the horizon when his father came out of the same all-purpose store as
Dylan�s father, staggering. Unlike Dylan�s father, he had nothing in his hands
except a bottle half full of liquor.
�Gawddamn thieves in this town,
boy, a bunch-a gawddamn thieves,� his father slurred as he slowly made his way
over to the tree Justin had been dozing under, �Did I ever tell you how-�
�Yeah, Pa, you told me,� Justin
said, attempting to avoid the same speech he�d heard too many times when he and
his father had come into town, �Did you actually manage to keep any of
the money from the harvest this time?�
�Don� you sass me boy, I�ll-�
His father lurched forward and
tried to take a swing at Justin, but instead he lost his balance and fell on
the ground, vomiting. Justin sighed. He helped his father up and started
walking thewardward the truck.
�I didn�t think so. Come on Pa,
I�ll drive.�
lasslass=MsoNormal align=center style='text-align:center'>* * *
Three
standard years passed rather quickly, and the boy named Justin grew into a man
under the eyes of the law. His walk and posture still reflected that of a
hundred year old boy, but he was an adult now. For some time already, he�d had
the responsibilities of an t. Jt. Justin�s father had been crippled in one of
his legs almost two years ago, and only now could the man walk on it again. The
manll cll couldn�t put his full weight on it or do any kind of manual labor,
though. Justin had had to take over for his father and provide for his mother
and two younger brothers, who were just now getting potty trained. The crops
sustained them and gave a little more that they could sell to buy other items,
but they were destitute. This experience had made him even more resolved to
find a way off the planet. Curiously, he thought nothing of the fate that he
might inflict upon his family in his absence. But then he was a still a
teenager, and the concepts of responsibility to others and selflessness were
not yet fully developed in him.
He was
currently driving into town to see what he could get with their �excess� crop,
which was actually cutting into their food supply. He didn�t have much hope in
the crop. Prices continued to go down even as the drought in his region
continued to go on. The tralfur plant was hardy, but it still needed some
water to grow. As it was, his crop size was smaller than it should have been
and sickly looking to boot. He�d take whatever offer was given to him without
hesitation. A year ago he�d tried to haggle the price and the buyer had simply
sent him away without anything. His father had almost killed him for it. Justin
was far from the only farmer having troubles, and everyone was desperate to get
some credits. The buyers knew it, too. His father had tried to help him some in
the beginning, but now he spent all of his time drinking and gambling or
bedding whores if he happened to win a few hands. Justin would give his father
a little bit of money and tell him it was all he�d received for the crop, then
he�d watch his old man go into town and piss it all away in one way or another.
Justin hid most of it away because he knew he couldn�t trust his mother with
it; she�d tell his father the second her threatened her or the other boys. And
with his mother taking care of the other two children, all responsibility was
on him. He hated it. He hated all of them. His worthless father, his spineless
mother, and the two hungry mouths that contributed nothing and took everything.
He was lucky his father had brought the truck back in time for him to take it
to town today.
/i> woman walked in front of
the path of his car. He mashed the brake pedal to the floorboard and nearly
went through his windshield while the woman screamed and through up her hands,
dropping the bag of food she�d had. Justin was breathing heavily from shock and
panic, and as he looked up he saw the woman he�d nearly hit was in much the
same shape. Almost immediately, the shock wore off.
�Wha
th
the hell do you think you�re doin� jumpin� out in front of my car like that?�
he demanded.
�What in
the hell do you think you�re doin� goin� through a black light like
that!? Cain�t you see a fuckin� light right in front-a ya, you blind bastard!?�
she screamed back at him before looking down at the food that had spilled out
of her bag. �Do you have any idea how much all that shit fuckin� cost me you
cocksuckin� prick!?� He was taken back not only by her strong language, but by
how she had delivered them, too. He�d heard women cuss often enough, even his
mother, but he�d never heard one mean it as much as this one now. As he looked
back over his shoulder he saw that indeed, he had just run a black light. It
had just turned back to white which meant that when he�d gone through it, there
hadn�t even been a blinking white light warning him it was about to change.
Luckily, it was getting close to evening and it was a �nothing street,� so
there weren�t any other vehicles behind him or coming at him, otherwise he
would have been guilty of disrupting traffic in addition to almost committing
vehicular manslaughter.
�Aw shit,�
he muttered after he realized she was right, �Uh, Miss, I�m mighty sorry about
that. I don�t know where my head was.�
�Maybe if you
pulled your head out your ass you�d drive better. Sorry ain�t gonna� bring my
food back now is it?� she said. Justin took opportunity her question gave him
to study her a little more closely. She was closer to a girl than a woman,
couldn�t be older than twenty, and not bad looking at all, though her figure
was considerably hidby tby the practical, loose fitting desert dress common to
the area. She certainly wouldn�t win any beauty contest, but hell, short of the
titty magazines and a couple of the whores, she was the best looking thing he�d
ever seen in the town yet, and he didn�t recognize her from anywhere before.
�Listen,
I�m sorry I ruined most you�re food � I know just sayin� it won�t get it back,�
he added quickly,� so if you�ll let me, I�ll try to make it up to you on
account it was all my fault, anyhow.�
She looked
at him suspiciously.
�Howdaya
mean by �I�ll try to make it up to you�?� she asked.
�Well, to
tell you the truth I can�t make no promises, but dependin� on how this here
sells, I�ll try to buy you as much food as I can to replace what you lost
there. I know times is tough on everyone �round here, �cept the Man himself, so
it�s only right I help ya� out much as I can. I hope it wasn�t much, �cause
like I said, times is tough and I sure as hell can�t afford to pay for much. I
can�t afford to pay for any of it, actually,� he frowned as he spoke the last
sentence under his breath.
Thinking
back later, he�d admit that he�d allowed his lower brain to do his thinking for
him in this instance, but his opinion on how that had turned out for him was
decidedly mixed as he looked back on it periodically throughout his life. She
agreed to let him try to pay for some of the ruined food and he told her to
meet him at the all-purpose store in two hours after he finished what he had to
do. After parking his truck next to the produce side and waiting in line for an
hour and a half, the buyer for his tralfur paid Justin about what he�d
expected, which was unfortunately still quite low. He took the measly credits
he�d been paid, and with a half-hearted �thank you,� headed over to the bar
part of the all-purpose store. The building stood near the center of the town
of Bieta and wasn�t difficult to locate. It was easily largest structure in the
town and the Man who owned it was by far the wealthiest and most success
Pe
People like Justin�s father came in from the farms surrounding the town and
spent most of the money they got from their crop directly back to the store
through drinks. It was no accident that the gambling section of the store stood
directly beside the bar, either. Professional card players employed by the
house won almost all of the gambling money going around, though it seemed no
one ever caught oerhaerhaps the alcohol helped in this. These two methods,
drinks and card games, worked well on passer-bys, too, but the whores were the
main draw for them. Ten credits for a room for the night, fifteen for a room
with a girl in it. And some of the girls actually looked pretty. Most
everything coming in or going out of the town passed through the all-purpose
store at some point. Books, clothes, tralfur, visuals, audios, and pretty much
anything else one could think of. The store received all of the money for
things people needed to live and no matter the prices, people paid. It had no
competition, after all. The rest of the town was almost insignificant. A few
small houses still existed, many of the occupants who were employed in the
all-purpose store. An assortment of abandoned buildings, leftover from when the
town�s short period of rapid growth had stopped as abruptly as it had begun,
also marked the city and gave it the appearance of being larger than it really
was. People from failed farms occasionally drifted into town and squatted in
some of them, but nobody wanted to stay long, not in Bieta. There were many
useless roads now, nicknamed �nothing streets� because there was nothing of any
worth on them, but the traffic system was still in working order all around
town, something else that was sure to break to break down soon, people said.
Several
times the bartender asked Justin if he wanted something, to which Justin
replied no, he was waiting on someone. Unstated but obvious by his appearance
was that he had no money to spend on beverages. His elderly face was marked by
weariness of a full day�s work almost completed. As almost an hour ticked by,
the bartender hinted not so subtly that if Justin didn�t order something
fast, he�d be removed and given a physical reminder so he�d remember why.
Justin caved in at the threat but waited a few seconds before he got up to
leave, attempting to save his pride. As he did, he saw the girl come in and he
found himself quite happy to see her.
�What took
ya� so long?� he asked, probably sounding a bit more anxious than he�d
intended.
�I had to
salvage what I could of the food rui ruined. You should be happy anyway; I
saved your ass some money, at least.� She said as she sat down on the stool
next to where he�d been. She sounded sincere, even if it was obvious she wasn�t
serious. He sat back down.
�Yeah, well
I appreciate that, kindly, I really do. Now, exactly whaddaya need so I can
figure what I can pay of it.�
�Crop ain�t
doin� real good?� she said as she tapped on bar for a drink and whispered to
the bartender, �whatever�ll get me drunk fastest.�
�Hell,
crop�s never doin� real good, I don�t think,� he answered, �That ain�t
the problem. Problem�s that it ain�t doin� good at �tall these days.
Shit, I�d be happy if my Pa�d get off his drunk ass to help me once in a while,
but that�s about as likely as all us getting caught in a flood, I figure. Nah,
I�m doin� okay, but I kinda� figured that at eighteen Ie ofe off on my way to
be bein� somebody already, or at the very least helpin� my pa with things,
�stead of doin� it all my own self.�
�That�s too
bad. Still, dependin� how you look at it, everything you do is helpin� you on
your way to bein� somebody, ain�t it?� she asked, finishing off her bottle and
tapping on the table for another.
�Damn
woman, slow down. I thought you needed food. How you gonna� pay for all those?�
�I think
what you mean to say is how�re you gonna� pay for all those,� she
corrected, �I changed my mind about the food, no harm done. Ain�t nothin�,
really. Like I told you, I saved most of it, and the rest, well, why eat when
you can drink, I always say.�
He watched her chug the rest of the bottle
and start tapping on the table before she was even done. He�d drank plenty of
times before, he remembered getting hungover before he was ten, but he�d never
actually drank at the bar before. That was the place good for nothing sons of
bitches like his father went to drown themselves when they should have been
doing real work somewhere. But watching her throwback bottles one after another
like that, somehow his prejudices about the place started to just disappear,
and he thought nothing more a his his previous misgivings for the rest of the
night. There was something charming about her, doing that like it was nothing
it all. Notctlyctly something that made her look elegant, but it was
cute. He tapped on the bar for a drink of his own but before he got anything,
the bartender made him pay all the credits he owed up to that point and a few
more in advance.
After a
while, he lost count of how many beers he�d drank, and there was no way he
could keep count of how many the girl had finished. It took almost half an hour
for them to both realize they didn�t know one another�s names. He introduced
himself as Justin Bailey, and filled in some of the history of his life he
hadn�t included before, though with each gulp his words became more difficult
for him to get out properly, and probably even worse to understand. He spoke at
length about how he was going to become an important person someday, and how
the entire galaxy would be thankful to him for the things he�d do. When he�d
finally rambled to a finish, the girl introduced herself as Jennifer Reese,
call her Jenny, just another girl trying to strike it big in the galaxy. She�d
left her home in another county and come to the �big city� (they both had a
laugh at that) to see if she could stay with her aunt, who lived here.
Unfortunately when she�d arrived, she�d found her aunt to be in poor health and
Jenny�s plans had been sidetracked. A short time ago, the aunt had finally
died, but all of Jenny�s funds were tapped out by then, so she was kind of
stuck. Eventually she�d land a job at the Store and save up enough to get a
ticket back to her home or some other place.
Justin
joked that if she wanted the money fast, she could always become a whore. Jenny
threw back her head and laughed far too noisily, disturbing some of the other
drunks sitting nearby. By this time they were too far gone to care about other
people or even notice that they had become annoying.
Perhaps it was the natural course
of the night�s events, or perhaps it was that comment. One can never know for
sure why things happen they way they do, only that they do happen. Jenny stood
up and began walking toward the stairs to the upper rooms. She started walking
backwards and beckoned Justin in a manner that would have been seductive, had
she not tripped over a chair and fallen onto the floor. She started laughing
and he came over to help her, asking what she was doing. She announced rather
loudly that she was going up to the rooms to fuck someone, and if he played his
cards right, he might just be that guy. She burst into laughter again, even as
she had to use him to stand herself up.
�I may not have had the money to buy you food or us drinks,� he
answered �but I really don�t have the money to pay for that.�
He wouldn�t remember saying that
later, nor would he remember her response to it, but he would remember slapping
down ten credits (he was just paying for a room, after all, even if he was
taking a whore with him, the manager finally decided) and starting the long
arduous journey to the second floor.
He�d
consumed far too much alcohol for the night and found himself unprepared for
such an encounter. Even with the rail, it was a miracle they both made it up
the stairs without falling back down and breaking their necks. They eventually
found a room that didn�t have the sound of metallic squeaks coming from it, and
decided to try it. Getting the door to open was a challenge unto itself, but he
succeeded, and they went inside. Clumsily he undressed, and if he�d been aware
of his surroundings he would have known Jenny was doing the same and having
some of the same difficulties. He would also have noticed the horrendous
conditions of the room. A careful and sober study of the bed would have found
it to still be wet from the various bodily fluids of last couple or two to have
occupied it. The bathroom was covered in all manner of grime and vomit, but
even if they had noticed, they probably wouldn�t have minded. Before they left,
both added more than their share to the mess.
He was stuck on the buttons to his
shirt for several minutes before he finally got them figured out, and he was
suddenly quite proud of himself. His incredible nervousness at this event was
considerably dulled by his intoxication, but it was still there and his breath
kept catching in his lungs and his heart continued to attempt to bang itself
out of his chest. He was totally inexperienced at this type of thing, he hadn�t
really had a chance to touch a woman romantically, but he�d waited almost his
whole life for it. This was it. This was his moment. This was the day to prove
all of those masturbatory fantasies true and show what a natural stud he was,
just as he knew he�d always been. Unfortunately, he was already off to a bad
start in this area. Even looking at the very attractive naked woman lying on
the bed waiting for him and knowing what he planned to do to her, he found it
hard to get or keep an erection. She laughed at him, something which definitely
didn�t make things any easier for him. He tried to fondle himself for a short
time, something that had worked countless times in the privacy of his own home,
but got nowhere and only succeeded to amuse her more. The cruel irony was that
he had always found erections to arrive far too frequently at the most
inconvenient and awkward of situations. Now when he needed one most, his most
dependable friend was failing him. He gave up on it and climbed in bed with
her, hoping some foreplay would help him rise to the occasion. He looked over
her naked body, and started to touch her. His calloused, uncertain hands could
do nothing to draw out any pleasure from her body. The next morning she�d awake
to find her breasts bruised and sore, her skin scratched and raw, but it was
all for nothing. His fingers, mouth, and tongue were unable to awake the
slightest passion in her as he attempted to manipulate her genitals for her.
Just the opposite, it irritated her. Frustrated, she pushed him out of the way
and let her fingers do the job herself, instead. Later he would rationalize
that she was as drunk as he was, if not more, so her share of his failure had
to be put squarely on her own shoulders as well. At that moment, however, his
shame was almost unbearable. After ten minutes or so of this embarrassment,
this semi-masturbation with a failed participant-turned-observer, he did gain
an erection at last. That as big as it�s gonna� get? she asked him
disappointedly. He tried to ignore the comment and climbed on top of her,
almost knocking the wind out of her when his knee slipped. He recovered and got
himself into position, yet still he was unable to do the thing right. After
much failure to find the proper spot, she cursed him in a number of colorful
phrases and guided him into her herself. Had he been familiar with the term,
perhaps Justin would have wondered if she could possibly emasculate him any
further, but any such thoughts disappeared as soon as he felt her squeeze him
inside her. Then, he was in business, thrusting away, madly. Oh yeah, baby, oh
yeah. Do you like that? Oh yeah baby, there you go. There you-
Then it was over.
Angrily and in defiance of his
body, he tried to keep going, but he quickly went completely flaccid and it was
no good at all. And she knew it. She shoved him off her irritably and rolled to
the other side of the bed to do the job he�d barely startehe mhe made sure he
was aware of this fact several times, in fact. Ashamed and defeated, heled led
to the edge of the bed, curled himself into a ball, and went to sleep.
Luckily, he
wouldn�t remember much of that night, the one gift the alcohol granted him out
of all of it.
* * *
Justin woke
up the next morning to find several large men with sledgehammers pounding on
his skull with intent to kill. Or at least that�s what it felt like. He was
nauseous, and the light streaming in through the window made everything worse.
Dawn had finally broken. He hugged the toilet for several miserable minutes until
he had nothing left to throw back up. He gathered up his clothes as quickly and
quietly as he could partly to avoid disturbing Jenny from her sleep, and partly
so he wouldn�t have to face her. He snuck out the door and crept down the
stairs, ignoring everyone else in the store until he got to his truck. It
started up, and he headed home.
The ride
jolted him many times, and didn�t improve his condition or disposition. Neither
did the view. Sand in every direction, unheeded even by the horizon. It traced its
way up the sky like wispy brown clouds, but they would bring no comfort or
rain. Off to the side of the road, lonely tralfur stalks dotted the fields.
There was little change in the seasons, meaning that tralfur could be grown all
year without negative effects, so long as the fields were properly rotated.
Unlike the traditional farming of the past, it allowed farmers to keep a much
more steady income throughout the year, though the actual prices differed
greatly depending on demand. None of it really mattered. It was impossible for
a normal man to get rich here, impossible for him to succeed in any real way.
Justin could feel the dust suffocating his life. One day he�d wake up to find
his lungs full of dirt and he�d start coughing up blood, unable to get out of
bed without feeling unbearable pain. If he stayed here... No way. No way in
hell. After the previous night, he was even more determined to get off the
planet for good. And everybody he left behind? Fuck �em.
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