Chapter 8

We were watching social media footage of an extraction. Another one. From the moment the Marine was announcing the extraction, warning all the people to move over who were not interested, so “they could go on with their business as soon as possible”. But it wasn’t over soon. The women got undressed before the horny sponsors did and offered their bodies for a ‘test drive’. A few of them were serious drivers, but a lot of them were lousy and reckless drivers and even had the guts to claim that the women were incompetent. I can’t watch an extraction without wondering if my mother would have offered all of her holes to be fucked for a trip to the colonies. I hope she has found a gentle, clueless soul that will take good care of her.

“Right there,” I said and stopped the film on my phone. A guy was fucking a young woman from behind, and the woman was looking straight into the camera. “If you were him, would you have chosen her?”

Drew shrugged. “Perhaps. She looks pretty enough.” I pressed the button again, and the images of people having inhibited sex went on. I stopped the film again when a guy took a gorgeous-looking girl in the ass.

“Would you have chosen this one?”

“For sure. She is very pretty.”

I opened the photo section of my phone. I tapped on the picture and showed it to him.

“How about this one? Would you take this one?” A woman in her late twenties, beginning thirties was sitting in a wheelchair. She looked unhappy in her dotted summer dress. “Would you take this girl with you to the colonies?”

“Don’t think so, Sharon.”

“Why not?”

“She is in a wheelchair.”

“That she is. She is the first choice of both your mother and me. I’m asking you to trust me in this. Choosing someone just because she is a good ass fuck is not the best strategy if you want a peaceful and compatible household.”

Drew looked sad. “Is it so bad that I want someone pretty?”

I took his face in my hands. “Drew, listen to me. What can a sponsor do to his concubine when he doesn’t like the way she looks?” Drew was autistic, but not stupid. A large smile spread across his face.

“Right!” I said. “And what do you think those med cubes can do with her legs?”

He was quiet for five minutes. Over the years I had learned to stay quiet, almost invisible, when he was thinking like that. It’s hard. Five minutes can take forever.

“Why her, why not someone else in a wheelchair?”

“If you agree we want to find out if she would be compatible with us, and more important, if she would be of help with your research. We will visit her at the library where she works in an hour or so.”