There's Been Some Kind of Mistake
Copyright© 2021 by Lubrican
Prologue
Science Fiction Sex Story: Prologue - In a post-apocalyptic world a team of breeders is told they screwed up - and not in a good way. Their boss wants to know what happened. They're sure they adhered to the contract by the book. It turns out someone else made the mistake. But now they have to pay for it.
Caution: This Science Fiction Sex Story contains strong sexual content, including Ma/Fa Ma/ft mt/Fa Coercion Reluctant Heterosexual Fiction Post Apocalypse First Pregnancy
In 2033, after a certain historic US president was unable to resolve the conflict between the Palestinians and the Israelis, Islamic jihadists unleashed a carefully planned two pronged attack on the Great Satan. The first prong consisted of the release of a biological weapon in the United States that had the peculiar ability to render roughly 80% of the male population sterile. It was supposed to be a secret attack and, when the sterility was eventually discovered, would be hailed as Allah’s judgment. Nobody thought about the persistence of the agent, or that wind and travel might carry it all over the world.
At the same time, another group of jihadists revealed that they had been successful in obtaining two hundred and thirty-seven spent nuclear fuel rods. They revealed this by cutting the rods into sections, which were dropped down into oil wells all over the middle east. Quite suddenly, two thirds of the world’s supply of petroleum would only be usable in twenty-five thousand years.
The good news was that, in twenty-five thousand years, Earth would still have lots of oil.
The struggle for control of the remaining oil was quick ... and violent. Nuclear weapons were used. At the same time, the general populace of developed nations fought amongst themselves for control of precious resources. Idiots attacked refineries, thinking they could get control of them, but fires destroyed not only the refineries, but most of the cities they were in. The oil that was available couldn’t be refined into fuel. Trucks and trains no longer moved. Food was no longer shipped thousands of miles. People in cities went through available supplies within a month. There was a general breakdown of the social order. Natural selection was no longer a theory for old men to sit around and argue about. Though Charles Darwin had been dead for a hundred and forty-five years, the furor over his theories versus creationism was rapidly resolved. Only the fittest survived.