Chapter 2

= Sagan’s Galaxy, Upper Alpha quadrant =

= Advanced World planet Egalitaria B =

= Central Region Superior Court =

Most people received the standard longevity treatment at age eighteen, but the nearly five-century-old Grand Judge Phillipsen was an Immortal, one of the very few people wealthy and important enough for a Ponce DeLeon Treatment. Nobody knew exactly how long it would allow recipients to live, but the leading Medicants theorized a few millennia, possibly three or four thousand years.

The Grand Judge’s favorite artwork was an image of ancient comedian Ronald Reagan, which adorned the court entrance. They were actually distant relatives, and the resemblance was uncanny.

He began the hearing with, “The five defendants Rachel Nunez, Erinna Hawkins, Marie Jackson, Teri Lambert, and Lashawna Pike are all charged with supporting or inspiring a rebellion, illegal fun drug possession, illegal fun drug distribution, operating vehicles while intoxicated, sexual activity below the minimum age of twenty-five, public nudity, public fornication, producing pornography in a government building, and assorted lesser crimes.”

His mind drifted to memories of the hot and chesty green-haired lovebot his grand-niece-wife rented and shared with him on their vacation the previous month, and what might arouse her on their next holiday.

He thought the new nine vacations a year law was great, as most people did. He forced his mental focus back to the courtroom and case.

“The defendants were part of the infamous Drug Parade, driving through the city passing out at least seven types of intoxicants to underage people. At the parade’s destination, the front steps of the Capitol, they gave speeches about overthrowing our legally elected government and making fun drugs part of social welfare. Apparently they believe people have the same right to smokesticks, dicey, krok, and vodka; as they do to food and housing. The defendants do not dispute any of this.

“It has taken me fifteen days to review all the evidence, and the only defense seems to be the theory that people don’t need to obey the law if doing so would make them unhappy. Does the prosecution agree this summary is correct?”

“Yes, your Honor.”

“Defense counsel?”

The Public Defender raised a few points. “Your Honor, we would like to submit that since med-beds are now able to treat any negative health effects caused by fun drugs, and can reverse intoxication and stop addictions quickly, the consequences of recreational drug use are minimal.

“None of the defendants have ever used, possessed, or distributed any banned toxic drugs, only the safer fun ones. We therefore request the court find the defendants innocent, and overturn all laws prohibiting fun drug possession or use.”

The judge stated, “Over the last hundred years more than thirty percent of all arrests and criminal prosecutions, and a third of attorney and court income, has been related to drug crimes.” He smiled and turned toward the State’s Attorney, then asked, “Do you think I should do what he wants, and put millions of judges and lawyers out of business?”

The prosecutor giggled a few moments, then chuckled a while, then eventually burst into a full guffaw. He laughed so hard he actually fell off his chair. Most of the audience laughed along with him. Even the Public Defender had a smile on his face, as he restrained his own laughter.

Several minutes later, once the tsunami of hysteria died down, Grand Judge Phillipsen sternly ordered; “Defendants Rachel Nunez, Erinna Hawkins, Marie Jackson, Teri Lambert, and Lashawna Pike will rise.” A bailiff motioned for them to stand, and they did.

The judge continued, “I find you guilty on all counts. I sentence all five of you to the strongest punishment available for minors between the ages of twenty-five and forty, temporary exile to the New Frontier. Once a proper destination is found, you will depart the Advanced Worlds immediately!

“You are hereby prohibited from entering a Developed, Advanced, or Old Frontier world until reaching full majority at the age of sixty. Your suppressors will be reactivated, and you are under full Nest Restriction until departing.”

One of the court staff tapped the Judge’s elbow and whispered something in his ear.

He continued, “All the defendants are twenty-two or twenty-three? That’s close enough. My previous declarations stand. Deputies, bring them to the Nest, then find a New Frontier world that will take these miscreants! Court adjourned!” He banged his gavel on the desktop.

The court secretary tapped his elbow and whispered in his ear again.

He announced, “Wait! Wait up, everybody! Be seated!” He paused a few moments. “There was a recording malfunction. We need to reenact my joke for the nightly news feed.”

Once the five young convicts boarded the transport that would return them to the Nest, corrupt Senior Deputy Perkins climbed in and made them an offer. “You know that with your suppressors on, drugs and sex won’t give you pleasure anymore. You’ll have no sex drive, no erections or orgasms, and smoking or even eating Krok or Zeezee will only make you feel sick.

If you each entertain me once a week, I might forget to turn the suppressors back on.” He smiled conspiratorially. “Normally you don’t get them until you’re 25, but if you sign releases and let me record us fucking, I’ll even have a friend approve you getting butt buttons and gender assignments, too. I doubt you all want to stay hermaphrodites, right?”

The five looked at each other and thought silently. He asked, “Do you really want to be impotent and immune to fun? If I decide I don’t like you it might take me years to find a destination, and decades more to get you there.” He paused to let them think a while. “Would you rather do porn with me a dozen times, enjoy some sex with each other if you want, and have some fun drugs once in a while?

Or do you want to stay herms and have the love life of a rock until you reach the New Frontier in twenty years?” He looked over the group, then asked, “Rachel?”

The tall brunette nodded and said, “I guess I’ll do it. I want to be a woman, female. When can I get the surgery?”

“I like variety, so how about after five times? You’ll get a butt button then, too, since it’s cheaper to do both at the same time. Do you agree?”

Rachel sighed. “Okay.”

He asked, “The rest of you? Erinna? Teri? Marie? Lashawna?”

Lashawna objected, “Pudgey! Call me Pudgey!” With the narrow waist of an attractive adult woman, she wasn’t pudgy anymore, but did have massive mammaries and quite a bouncy bottom.

“Whatever. Let me fuck you and record it, to get what you want?”

Pudgey stripped and made a counter-offer. “I’ll do it if I can fuck you instead. Ever ridden a big cock and played with a pair like these?” She showed off her large penis, and huge pair of boobs with small pink areolas and nipples, which her curly red hair was long enough to touch.

“Uhm ... I ... ah...” His eyes were practically on stalks, as he stared and agreed. “Sure!” After she covered herself and he calmed down, he asked, “You want to stay a herm, Pudgey, or...”

“Ladyboy. I love having huge tits, and a cock and balls. The rest can go.”

Teri pleaded, “But Pudgey, all three of us were going to have kids together!”

She let out a long sigh and reluctantly said, “I promised, and I owe you, Stick. Okay. I’ll stay a herm until I have a baby.”

Perkins asked curiously, “Stick?”

Ebony-skinned Teri explained, “My nickname, long story. Once I start a family with Pudgey and Mite, I want to be Male again.”

“Mite?”

Redhaired Marie said, “My nickname. I wanna be a Tri-Gyn, so I can have three babies soon, and do sex with five dicks at a time.”

Stick commented, “And you having three boobs will be SO sexy!”

Perkins reminded them, “You need a birth permit before you can get pregnant. Most people earn their first when they’re around sixty, and only the super-rich get more than two.”

A smile came to Mite’s face. “Not on Frontier worlds! Most places on the New Frontier let people have as many kids as they want! Even on Old Frontier planets you can have three or four.”

Perkins shrugged and asked, “And Erinna? Do you agree?”

The short and slender brunette nodded and mumbled, “Okay. Female soon, please. With curly blonde hair.”

Jonas, on Henrich-4

The three redheads and I cuddled in my bed with our clothes on. We laid in a pile of sad and anxious bodies, holding each other in search of tranquility. I didn’t mention or try to initiate sex, since I knew they were too worried and upset.

As I finally reached moderate comfort, I slept and dreamed back to my final months of college and my powerful crush on Rettenna. Most people had just called her by her nickname, “Red”. Her luxuriant scarlet curls flowed downward, past her amazing head-sized bosoms, and nearly touched her slender waist. Every time she strode up or down a staircase, her splendidly curvy butt bounced enticingly, just like her gigantic jugs. I was sure she was the most attractive girl in a university of three thousand students.

Like a thousand other young men, I desired Rettenna but wasn’t brave enough to speak to her. She sat in front of me in Literature class, which is the main reason I never managed more than a ‘C minus’ in the subject. Having a nearly constant hard-on as I stared at Red made it terribly hard to focus on Cervantes, John Milton, or Voltaire. At the end of the class period, I held my tablet over my swollen and aching crotch as I went across the hall to Ancient History. Being near her was the highlight of my day.

I saw what I had long been dreading on the large display at the front of the History classroom, “The Horror Age”. It was restricted to students at least age 21. Even as adults, most of us could barely handle it. At the end of the first class everyone left with tears in their eyes, even the professor. The Horror Age started with the Unification War of Old Calendar year 2109.

The entire war only lasted three hours and Humanity nearly died out. In less than the time between breakfast and lunch, most of Earth’s great nations attacked each other with swarms of armed drones, stealth assassin robots, chemical weapons, atomic bombs, or beam weapons. Other than Antarctica and some small remote islands, nowhere on Earth was safe. Only a few million people survived out of blind luck. Even the half billion that died on Earth due to global warming before the war paled in comparison.