Chapter 1: Joacim’s Extraction

For Joacim Zelle, life started with heavy overload. Physically, he was in good shape, but parts of his brain were hyperactive. This diverted him from developing normally. He started crawling when he was two. He spoke his first word in the age of three. His parents thought at that time that he was mentally disabled.

He had a hard time learning to sort things out from what was a lot more input than other kids received. You may visualize this by comparing the amount of input when you look at something like a motorcycle. You see the surface; categorize it in ‘fast vehicle’, ‘currently clean’, ‘off-highway’, ‘I can ride it’. Now take all blueprints of all parts of the motorcycle, all the content from the technical and users’ manual, the procedure on how to get a drivers licence and look at all of it at once. Get every bit of information that is possibly linked to a motorcycle. That’s what Joacim can see. Parts of his brain create this additional information from the mere sight and out of his memories. The amount of linked information is rising every day. When he was five, he had learned to shut down and ignore all that additional input when he doesn’t need it. He is now able to ignore the unimportant to concentrate on what’s important. Sounds simple enough, but first, it was very hard. Basically, this is the difference between savants and normal people.

At the age of 14, the first year at the University of Berlin lay behind him. He was a German wunderkind.

Of course, he passed the CAP test as soon as possible. He scored 8.7 and he suddenly felt more alone than ever. A few really clever people around him were proud to reach a medium 7. And now there was a kid among all those adult students with a high 8. You won’t believe it, but he bought a sticker like a lot of people wear, that states ‘I score 6.9’ to avoid problems. One year after testing, he went to a recruiting bureau and told them that he wanted to join the defence forces, no matter what part, as long as they have work to do that matches his intellect. The poor soldier at the counter of the testing facility looked very confused, but somehow the information went to the right place.

The extraction

It was a real show.

At the age of fifteen, half of Joacim’s brain was filled with girls and sex. But he had no experience at all. He had no self-confidence concerning girls. Part of the problem was that all the girls around him were a lot older than he or just cute but dumb chicks, giggling all the time.

The day started just as every working day. He went to several courses at the university in the morning. At 12:30 he took a meal at McD, a stack of books under his arm and a lot of science stuff in his head. He didn’t realize it was an extraction before an annoying loud person shouted his name. It was Sergeant Ryan, a nice guy of the Confederacy Recruiting Corps.

“ ... Joacim Zelle, Karl Schmidt, Egon Ellert and Astrid Bose, would you please come here, so I can verify your CAP ID.”

At that time, the Sergeant and his men had already sorted people into groups of those who didn’t want to take part in the event or weren’t allowed, like people without a CAP ID or youngsters under the age of fourteen without at least one parent present. The Marines had to ‘calm’ only a few people with their stingers while sorting.

“Ok then, listen to me;” the Sergeant continued with reduced voice volume after checking the CAP ID’s. “Herr Karl Schmidt and Herr Egon Ellert with a CAP of 6.7 each are both allowed to select two concubines. Frau Astrid Bose with a CAP of 8.1 is allowed to take six concubines. Young Herr Joacim Zelle here has a stunning score of 8.7 and can also take six concubines. If you are willing to accept some advice, I would suggest for the small families to take one momma with proven skills in rising children and one for the fun. For the big families, I’d suggest two mommas, one or two men, including yourself, Mr. Zelle, and only one of the concubines should be a leader type. Of course it’s all your very personal decision.”

Sergeant Ryan turned to all people again. “Ladies and gentlemen, the sponsors will now collect their concubines. Please don’t start something crazy. If you endanger anybody, that will reduce your chances to be selected to zero. Keep in mind, that if you are selected and if you accept to be selected, you give up all rights. You are the property of your sponsor. If you can’t accept this, please stand back. If concubines try to force their will upon a sponsor, or even worse, use violence upon a sponsor, they tend to end up in open space without an air supply, once we are in space. I’m stressing this because we had some people who didn’t believe what they have read about the extraction process or they didn’t read til the end. So make your decisions, you still can step back. If you can’t obey the orders of the sponsors here, it might be a good idea to step back. You even have the chance to stumble upon another extraction when you are mentally better prepared.”

While Sergeant Ryan made his speech, Joacim thought he had to vanish in a cloud of shame. Professor Astrid Bose was his teacher in astrophysics. He only knew her as a very strict and conservative person. Now he was in a situation that was known to turn out in an orgy, sort of.

And an orgy it was. Surprisingly Mrs. Bose started it by drawing the attention of all willing men and declared “those two of you who please and fuck me best in the next fifteen minutes will do the trip. I like it rough but I don’t like pain. So please start now.” Thirty seconds later all her holes were filled with cock and four other men caressed her body.

It was hard to concentrate on anything else for Joacim after that anouncement, although she was not young or pretty in Joacim’s opinion. In fact, he sometimes thought of her as an old hag.

The two other volunteering men joined the orgy by test driving several pretty young girls.