I woke from a sound sleep to a hand lightly caressing my cock, and a voice whispering in my ear. "Nate ... Nate." That was my wife Sue. "Oh, Nate, you hot sexy guy. There's a cunt that needs your attention, a lovely smooth cunt, can't you feel it as you slide in?" She paused. "It's a HOT one, too."
"Laura?" I asked.
"Yes," said Sue. Laura had been sick, and she still had a fever.
My cock rose rapidly, though the rest of me was still climbing out of a deep sleep. I sighed. I never turned down a girl who needed me, but it was rare I needed to get up in the night.
"OK," I said, tensing my muscles to sit up.
Sue gently pushed me back down. "No, no, you stay here. You need your rest. She'll come to you."
I didn't argue.
"You can relax -- everything but your dick." As usual, I had been sleeping naked, and now I lounged on my back, idly stroking my hard cock. I started drifting back into my dream -- the recurring dream of trying to drag myself out of a deep sleep.
I woke from my doze as two people entering the room. Sue steadied Laura as she knelt on the bed above me.
"Hi, dad," she said. "Sorry to wake you up."
"It's nothing, sweetie," I said.
She pointed my cock where she wanted it, then slid down, engulfing it in her pussy as she went. She was deliciously warm inside, warmer than the usual pussy, but not burning with fever. Fucking a girl with a high fever was a pleasure all its own. It wasn't very sensitive to the sick, miserable girl to give full voice to my special ecstasy, but it was a magnificent feeling.
When Laura had engulfed me to the hilt, I could feel her relax.
"Oh, daddy, oh daddy, oh daddy!" she moaned, as the tension on her face gave way to a blissful smile.
She lifted herself up and down a couple times, half-heartedly, but then slumped forward onto me, falling asleep.
Her pussy was still around my cock, and I pressed gently in and out a little, hoping to give her sweet dreams. There was part of me that wanted to flip her over and fuck her hard and fast and come in her, but that would never do.
"OK," whispered Sue. "You're a good daddy..." And as she put her arms down on the bed beside me, in the basic configuration of a forklift, I gently rolled my convalescing daughter off right into Sue's arms, my cock springing loose. Sue reached over to share a brief kiss with me, then rose with Laura in her arms to carry her back to bed.
"She's not quite so warm," I whispered as she left. My cock was a surprisingly sensitive thermometer, in a world with none of the standard varieties.
I fell asleep almost at once, dimly aware that my cock was rapidly deflating.
The earth was dying. The climate change that had started in the late 20th century had grown out of control.
More and more areas were becoming scorched deserts or Arctic wastelands. More species were declining or going extinct, including an alarming number of food crops, as complex ecologies turned out to be considerably more complex than the biologists had imagined.
In the previous five years the truly astonishing had happened. Rainfall had virtually ceased across large areas of the planet, and every indication was that soon rain would only fall over the oceans, never on the land where it was needed to support crops. Scientists said the problem should start reversing itself within five thousand years, but that was little comfort to anyone.
At the same time, the sun had become restless. The scientists didn't claim to know just when it would flare up and scorch the earth permanently. Somewhere within the next thousand years, they estimated.
If humans were to survive, they would have to survive somewhere else.
Over the previous few decades, there had been adequate funding for the basic research on the Exodus. With the cessation of rainfall and the restlessness of the sun, the gravity of the situation sank in, and massive resources were devoted to the task. It was one way to give a bit of hope to billions of people as they died from starvation or thirst.
The concept was clear enough. Humans would travel out into space, setting up colonies on other worlds and keeping the species and its culture alive. The idea had been a staple of science fiction since its inception. Now, as the earth had died, humans perishing in agony contemplated it as a reality. They had suffered a bit less considering the hope that human civilization would be reestablished in distant star systems.
The obstacles in the way of this travel to the stars were immense.
Warp drive does not exist. Wormholes and singularities in the fabric of space and time exist, but not ones that human bodies can move through and remain intact.
No, humans would have to move between stars by proven methods: rocket ship, and ion thrusters. It was not that hard to find a way to accelerate a ship to travel at 1/200 of the speed of light. The problem was how to slow it down at the other end of the journey. One key idea was running the well known "gravity slingshot" in reverse, using gravitational fields of stars to slow the ships down.
But with all that, it would take thousands or more typically millions of years to reach nearby candidate stars.
The idea that a ship of living, breathing people would while away the years, one generation succeeding another, was laughable. Whoever was sent would have to be frozen in suspended animation.
A key assumption was that the "payload" should be very light. Hundreds or even dozens of frozen people were out of the question. The solution was to send a single frozen boy and frozen girl. They would need nothing on the journey -- space would do a fine job of keeping them frozen without active refrigeration.
The precious pounds beyond the bodies of the boy and girl themselves were allocated to what might help them to survive and expand on a new world.
One of the easiest things to include was a massive compilation of human knowledge, including instructions for a variety of paths to re-establishing civilization. Just how do you go from a series of metal ores to a digital computer? The steps along the way would be far more direct than what humans had taken to get there, but they were still very complicated.
Similarly, the computers running the artificial intelligence to make all decisions were light enough. A tiny computer would blip to life every thousand years for a few seconds to monitor progress, and could stay active for a little longer if any course corrections were required.
Intensive research was performed on what age of children to send. Smaller ones were lighter, of course. But this intrepid boy and girl might have to do a lot of creative thinking. It turned out that puberty was the right age. Abstract thinking was well established, and the sex hormones engendered a will to live that younger children just didn't possess. The boys and girls were carefully screened to be the healthiest, smartest, and most creative young people on the planet -- and to have a fierce determination to live.
A very challenging problem was how to put a person in suspended animation for a million years.
The most promising approaches involved reducing the fluid in the body substantially and augmenting it with chemicals that minimized damage from the expansion of water as it freezes.
Countless studies had been performed with tissues and animals. Science had reached the point where you could freeze a rat and when you thawed it, it still looked and acted like a rat. Once certain doom from the absence of rainfall was established, studies began with humans. They started with the terminally ill, but ended with thousands of child "volunteers". The challenge was to not just thaw a frozen body to produce something that looked and acted like a person, it was to preserve a brain that could function at peak capacity in every respect, to support human ingenuity to overcome unknown challenges. In the experiments, most of the child subjects ended up with different varieties and degrees of brain damage, but it couldn't be helped. The scientists eventually found what they thought was a pretty good protocol. Of course no one had been able to test it for even ten years, let alone a million.
Huge space stations had been constructed. Untold tons of metal, plastic and fuel had been lifted into orbit and assembled into ships. The hundreds of ships had been loaded with their pairs of frozen thirteen-year-olds and hurled into space.
With all that, most thoughtful scientists believed that the chances of success were effectively zero. The colonists would need to find not just a planet suitable for life, but one suitable for human life, with breathable air, livable temperatures, and soil that could support plants that humans could eat. Predators and parasites would have to be manageable. "Predators" might well include other intelligent species.
The best chance of survival was that a ship would encounter an existing advanced civilization. They might intercept the little spaceship and decide to thaw the humans and see what they had found. They might decide to let them reproduce and build up a population. These humans might end up as experimental subjects or slaves. The status of 'exotic pet 'was thought to be a fairly optimistic outcome. The chances of humans being allowed to develop an autonomous civilization and control their own destiny seemed very remote.
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