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Valkyrie Don’t Cry

by littlefrog66


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Present day Earth wasn’t ready for the Fountain of Youth, not that a hundred vials of “Serum” constituted a fountain by any stretch of the imagination. All the “Serum” did was knock off twenty actual years from any adult’s age. Not only did it do that, but it also cured most of the diseases caused by old age especially the aging prostrate in men. Right now our seventy-year-old elected President was actually his fifty-year-old younger horney self. The outward signs of old age being slower to reverse than the inner workings. Of course, his makeup people were working hard to keep his image the same as the one the American people had elected, but it was hard to conceal the unruly blond hair growing in up there again.

“Any thinking responsible person knows that if the Fountain of Youth, or the much older name, the “Water of Life” were discovered today everybody would want, no demand some. If it became known it would be more of a curse than a blessing to mankind and the world. The population increase alone would probably destroy us with the increased demand for services and supplies. Hell, the seven deadly sins still exist today, pride, greed, lust, envy, gluttony, wrath, and sloth haven’t gone away. Maybe a saint could resist the temptation of renewed youth, but I don’t know many saints. Do any of you?” Max asked his audience.

“You say this when you have Fred Gong a ageless demon inside of you, us I guess now to. NO! A demon that has returned me to happiest time of life. Feel like a young girl. Young virgin girl, ha, ha. You not share with world?” Madame Chang asked.

“I know it’s going to be hard, but no we are not going to share this with the world, Madame Chang,” Max said.

“May call me Jia-Li in private, but Madame Chang or just Madame in front of employees and other girls Max Gong. You are right some things, many things, are not for sharing, but as saying goes, “loose lips sink ship” how you enforce when all have.” Jia-Li asked.

«I enforce. You can’t tell anybody anything that I don’t want you to.” Fred said.

“Then we are slaves?” Jia-Li asked and laughed.

«No you have free will except to tell the world about me.» Fred laughed back.

“Would not object to being slave of right man. Max Gong may be right man. I am last of my line and hereby attach myself to the House of Sulivan and pray to the Gods of Fate Yuanfen and Honorable Ancestors that we prosper.” Jia-Li avowed to Max.

“Any other business to discuss,” Max asked.

«Yes, since we have Madame Chang’s extensive knowledge of “Pillow Talk” to draw on now I want to run some things by all of you that Morgan wanted me to work on. She wants an organ that would deliver a slight shock to a male penis at the moment of her climax. You can jump in here and correct me if I got it wrong Morgan.» Fred paused.

“I thought it would be a great ideal,” Morgan told everybody honestly.

“Is great ideal. Would be much in demand in no time. Older men have trouble getting it up. Resort to Viagra among other things, but still cannot ejaculate. With shock could ejaculate yes? Maybe first time in years. Girl would be much in demand very fast by word of mouth to other clients. Good ideal, can do?” Madame Chang wanted to know.

«Can do.» Fred checked off one item on his Christmas list.

“Can you give me a manual switch for it?” Morgan wanted to know next.

«That’s the easy one Morgan. I can give you the power for two, maybe three jolts before you have to wait for a recharge. Then I got to thinking about giving you a stinger...» Max broke in.

“You’re going to make them into weapons? Bio-weapons Fred?” Max demanded.

“No, he’s going to make us the best we can be.” Nina corrected him.

“I stand corrected.” Max laughed.

«I can grow an extendable wasp-like stinger under each fingernail. I can attach them to glands that can be programmed to produce a wide selection of neurotoxins and other drugs. I’m not really happy with that because there is a very real possibility that you could accidentally kill yourself or somebody else while in the thrall of ecstasy. That’s even if I give you the antidotes in another gland. What say I give you the system and allow you to load it with whatever you want when you need it. That way when you want to use it it can be loaded with a syringe and needle from a supply of drugs and/or poisons you can keep handy.» Fred suggested.

“But what if we’re captured...” Nina started.

«How about I make a backup reservoir that you can squeeze to provide a paralyzing agent to the stinger Nina?» Fred allowed.

“That’ll work.” Nina and Morgan said together.

«By popular demand I have also modified you Max.» Fred chuckled.

“I didn’t get to vote?” Max spoke up for himself.

“No the only question is who gets to test your modification first. We’re trying to decide now on who gets to fly you like Jackie old man.” Nina said, looking at the other girls.

“I decide. Is age before beauty. Am needing good fuck since I now have body for it. May call me Jia-Li in front of girls and staff tonight.” Madame Chang surprised everyone by announcing her decision to the world.

And so Madame Chang, Jia-Li to her lovers and friends, celebrated her second childhood with Max. After it was over he had to admit that age and experience do count, especially when you reverse the aging and give her the body of a mature good looking woman again.

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Madame Chang, to the girls, Jia-Li to Max, gave us all a lecture on what she expected of the girls now that they were a part of her establishment. The most notable was Belly Dancing 101. Belly Dance, a loose translation of the French term “danse du ventre” applied the name which stuck to the Art in the Victorian era. It is also referred to as Arabic Dance, Raqs Sharqi, meaning literally, “oriental dancing”. It is an Arabic expressive erotic dance which originated in Egypt as Raqs Baladi. It emphasizes complex movements of the torso and various abdominal muscles. It has evolved to take many different forms depending on the country and region practiced in. It varies in both costume and dance style. Belly dancing is primarily a torso-driven dance form, with an emphasis on the articulations of the hips and abdomen. The main focus of the dance is on isolation of the five main muscles of the anterior abdominal wall and cavity, rather than on the movement of the limbs or neck. These muscles are mainly used to force things out of the body with rippling muscle contractions and contortions.

Madame Chang was more interested in the fluid movements of the girls than the other aspects of the dance as a sexual exercise for their lovemaking talents. The flowing, sinuous movements in which the body is in continuous motion, movements that require a great deal of abdominal muscle control. Typical movements include horizontal and vertical figures 8’s or infinity loops with the hips, horizontal or tilting hip circles, and undulations of the hips and abdomen. These basic shapes may be varied, combined, or embellished to create an infinite variety of complex, textured movements. One of her girls could quite literally fuck a man to death with him or her outwardly never moving a muscle, just pulling his cock in and milking it for everything it was worth, ha, ha.

What makes women different from men, Madame Chang laughed, is that much of our sexual apparatus is on the inside, most notably, our vagina. Pussy, or cunt to the more unenlightened out there. The vagina itself is a hollow, muscular tube or channel that extends from the external opening at the vestibule, cunt lips, all the way to the cervix itself. The walls of the vagina channel consist of several layers. The mucosa, which secretes the various fluids, and a muscular layer with its connective tissue. Beneath the vagina, on the pelvic floor, are other muscles that are responsible for keeping the vagina elevated, tight, and firm. Madame Chang wished the girls to concentrate primarily on these muscles in their exercises.

The part of the female genitals that you can see from the outside of the body is called the vulva, it lies between the mons pubis and the anus. Within the vulva’s lips are the clitoris or clit, a woman’s most sensitive spot, the urethra from which urine is passed, and the vestibule the actual entrance to the vagina, which is covered by a membrane called the hymen. With my help every girl could be a virgin every time she had sex now, a priceless commodity in this day and age Madame assured us all.

As far as the role of sex hormones, estrogen, progesterone, and testosterone, mainly play in a woman’s sexual desire, the evidence doesn’t seem to support them having much of a role as an aphrodisiac. Testosterone does seem to make females more aggressive, but has several adverse side effects mainly to complexions.

With the use of Nina’s martial arts training, Wanda’s pole dancing, and Madame’s version of belly dancing all of the girls were soon Mata Hari du jour extraordinaire, or the extraordinary dish of the day at Madame’s establishment.

Wanda and the Princesses loved it, their attention for a single day soon demanding thousands of dollars and booking in advance if they wanted a specific Princesses. Soon they were being picked up by mirror windowed limousines, and then driven through the airport’s special gates. Then whisked to undisclosed destinations by private jets. Jets that never officially filed a flight plan, or had real FAA numbers, for romantic rendezvous with high-level older public figures that could never afford to be seen with them in public.

With the built-in shock wand and Viagra-like drugs literally at their fingertips, drugs the girls loaded their stings up with before the date. They literally became addictive to these old, yet powerful controlling men that actually ran the countries from behind the scenes and established most foreign policies. As Mata Hari before them, they discovered that it was unnecessary to use sodium pentanol or other so-called truth drugs to get information from these men, as she had proved ages ago. Men, powerful old men, like to impress young naïve girls with tales of their latest exploits which became a valuable sourse of information. Besides they regarded the Princesses as just oversexed brainless bimbos that wouldn’t know what they were talking about anyway.

As “whores du jour extraordinaire” they were soon into what the Big Five were planning.

“And what are they planning Wanda?” Max asked as the Princess puppies rubbed and frolicked around him, assuring that along with their pheromones he had a painful hard-on the whole time he was with them.

“You were wrong about them increasing the quota of girls ages 15 to 19 Sir. The Cree CAI are demanding 5 times the number in prepubescent females.” Wanda started off her report after their weekend at the North Pole Headquarters of the joint Big Five and CAI base, being called NATO Headquarters now.

“How did that go over?” He asked.

“None of the Western powers, even the Russians, wanted anything to do with it until the Cree explained their new ideal...” Wanda was interrupted by an irate Nina.

“What the Hell! They want kindergarten children now...the...the...damn child molesters...” Max called for order after Nina’s heated outburst.

“Let’s hear her out before we go to war Nina.” He called for peace.

“Okay, but don’t expect me to sit by and let this happen on my watch, Max.” She motioned for Wanda to continue.

“According to the Cree scientist and doctors and the Chinese doctors too. A woman is born with 200,000 eggs, but by the time she reaches puberty, age 10 to 14 that number has dwindled to 400 or so. They are usually released one each month for the rest of her life. This is unacceptable to the CAI and the Chinese and now to the Japanese who are supporting them. They propose to harvest the entire 200,000 eggs at one time.” Wanda paused to let that sink in.

“And how are they going to do that,” Max asked.

“Elementary school is now ages 5-10, kindergarten through the 5th grade, middle school is ages 11-13, grades 6-8, and high school is ages 14-18, grades 9-12. They propose to target all the prepubescent females in certain high-density urban intercity areas for harvesting.” Wanda paused again.

“Let’s get this right. Puberty begins on the average at 10 to 14 years old. We were giving them 15 to 19-year-olds, well really high schooners. That was bad enough, but now you’re saying they want prepubescent?” Max questioned.

“Yes, PRE- Puberty. Defined as that period two years immediately prior to the onset of puberty when growth and changes leading to sexual maturity occur. The time of life normally referred to as childhood...when they are still a child. They want to target Elementary Schools, 1st through 5th grades.” Wanda paused to let that sink in.

“No fucking way anybody is going to let that happen.” Nina insisted.

“American Homeland Security already has a plan. They have heightened the level of “Terrorist Attack Threat”. They have already issued orders for armed guard manned triple gated fence lines to be set up around every Elementary school in America, both here and abroad too. If the country can’t afford it the UN will generously pay for it, ha, ha. After all the protection of our youth is of paramount importance to us all. Special Units will be set up to go around to each of these schools and under various pretexts harvest the eggs.” Wanda finished and waited for the reaction.

“It can’t be that fucking simple. Somebody has got to object. These are going to be virgins and they’re going to be using suction devices down there. Hell, it’s not like this is a booster shot for flue or something.” Nina rattled on to us.

“Oh, did I forget to mention that Homeland has a new wonder gas that freezes everybody, except those that have taken the antidote to it, for up to six hours. When they wake up they have no recollection of what happened during that passing time Sir.” Wanda innocently smirked at Nina.

“What will taking all the eggs from this targeted group do to them, Fred?” Max wanted to know.

«It will probably sterilize them Max.» Fred shot back.

“See there that’ll get their attention. They’ll react then!” Nina crowed.

«It’ll be years before anybody notices anything Nina. When the demographic does show up in statistics later the then government in control will just announce that it’s due to sunspots or something just as silly.» Fred laughed.

“Well won’t somebody be up in arms.” Nina pleaded.

«Not if the right groups are targeted, Nina. Look around we are overpopulated. There used to be the four horsemen of the Apocalypse as described in the book of Revelation chapter 6 to take care of overpopulation.»

«The first horseman of the Apocalypse is mentioned in Revelation 6:2: “I looked, and there before me was a white horse! Its rider held a bow, and he was given a crown, and he rode out as a conqueror bent on conquest.” This first horseman likely refers to the Antichrist, who will be given authority and will conquer all who oppose him. The antichrist is the false imitator of the true Christ, who will also return on a white horse (Revelation 19:11-16).»

«The second horseman of the Apocalypse appears in Revelation 6:4, “Then another horse came out, a fiery red one. Its rider was given the power to take peace from the earth and to make men slay each other. To him was given a large sword.” The second horseman refers to terrible warfare that will break out in the end times.»

«The third horseman is described in Revelation 6:5-6, “...and there before me was a black horse! Its rider was holding a pair of scales in his hand. Then I heard what sounded like a voice among the four living creatures, saying, ‘A quart of wheat for a day’s wages, and three quarts of barley for a day’s wages, and do not damage the oil and the wine!’” The third horseman of the Apocalypse refers to a great famine that will take place, likely as a result of the wars from the second horseman.»

«The fourth horseman is mentioned in Revelation 6:8, “I looked, and there before me was a pale horse! Its rider was named Death, and Hades was following close behind him. They were given power over a fourth of the earth to kill by sword, famine, and plague, and by the wild beasts of the earth.” The fourth horseman of the Apocalypse is symbolic of death and devastation.»

«There you have it, killed by war, famine and plague, and by the wild beasts of the earth itself. Maybe the wild beasts are the Cree and the CAI, ha, ha.» Fred finished up.

“Can’t we just tell the American people what’s happening.” Nina moaned with her head in her hands.

“Honey I went to my contacts and sounded them out on this new thing. They ALL know something is wrong, but anybody that starts asking too many of the wrong type questions goes missing for a few days and when they get back, if they get back?, they don’t ask questions anymore. Furthermore, if you continue to ask them what happened, the same thing can happen to you. My contacts are drying up faster than a Texas mud puddle in summer. I have no idea if they got them or they’re just too damn scared to talk to me anymore.” Morgan told us all.

“So all our hopes are pinned on a bunch of crazy Right-to-Lifers and stealing the shipments of “Serum” off the courier ship before it gets to their Home planet? Nina sounded as exasperated as I felt.

“And Oh, did I forget to mention too, that we’re stealing some, but not all the supply they’re kicking back to the Big Five. Let that bunch of Quislings start accusing each other and fighting among themselves for a change. I had to look Quisling up before I knew what Morgan was referring to.” 1st Lieutenant Sharon Heart laughed.

“Unless you have a better ideal Nina that’s it,” Max said.

“My suggestion is to keep your friends close and your enemies closer. Wanda you and the Princesses are doing a wonderful job and I’m sure Max is going to reward you. Aren’t you Max.” Morgan winked at Wanda and laughed.

“Now wait one fucking minute this weekend was supposed to be mine.” Nina wailed for everyone to hear.

“Unlike some people we know, we are willing to share him Nina. Share and share alike is our motto Nina. One for all and all for one.” Wanda laughed and the Princesses giggled and smirked at Nina.

“Fucking Three Musketeers already. Okay, you win it’s either that or another weekend with BOB.” Nina conceded defeat.

“You don’t have to join the other team Nina to get a little relief and companionship.” Paula put in.

“A lot of us girls find that an educated tongue and mouth can do wonders for the disposition.” Doctor Helen Collins put in.

“I’ll think about it.” Nina hedged.

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“I’ve used my contacts to procure two new C-130’s with JATO (rocket assisted take off), two Mars the same way, though they haven’t been tested, and three AWACS (AEW&C). Also, I got us some nifty new experimental electric surveillance drones. The C-130’s are configured as Gunships. The Mars has missiles and Daisy Cutters. That’s what Captain Paula Ovonavich, 1st Lieutenant Sharon Heart, and your two Warrant Officers, Nancy McDonnell and Fay Fry have been doing. All four of them can fly the planes now.” Morgan informed Max.

“New experimental drones?” Max questioned.

“Small lightweight electric powered. Made out of clear plastic and next-generation solar panels and capacitor storage of electrical energy. They can stay up there so high it’s almost impossible to spot them visually, and have minimal radar profile. They have a state of the art surveillance package, full spectrum from long wave all the way up to X-ray. State of the art video/camera can read the tag on a car from way up there.” Morgan laughed with glee.

“Sounds like your preparing for war Morgan?” Max questioned.

“I am. I’m also getting it and storing it while the getting is good, my sources are drying up Max. I have these planes stashed along with our supplies and fuel for a long war. I’ve coordinated with the doctors and my only pilots about what we need in the twelve concealed forward bases I’ve managed to set up. I have also sent all the girls, Nina’s team and even Lieutenant Pat and Connie Rameras to pilot school online in simulators. I figure I’ll let Paula and Sharon actually break them in on a real plane like they did Nancy and Fay.” Morgan finished detailing her plans for surviving the coming Apocalypse.

“And what may I ask are you doing for the next hour.” As he reached out and pulled her close to his chest from behind, and began to nuzzle her neck and ear. “The ear can be a very erogenous the other girls tell me, Morgan. Do you find it erogenous Morgan?” Max teased a very hot and bothered Morgan.

“But...But...I’m not ready Max...I...I...need...Oh, Hell, just do me.” Morgan collapsed backward into Max’s arms, as he continued to lick and ream her ear and side of her neck. Laying her out on the thick pile carpeting Max proceeded to unbutton her Air Force blouse and tie. Undoing her front clasp bra, her magnificent pair of breasts were exposed. “Morgan you are beautiful, all that any man could want, any man desire, a Goddess in your own right, my Queen.” He droned as his tongue swirled around one blood engorged nipple and another thumb and forefinger playing with the other, all while the other hand finger walked down her taut flat stomach in search of the Mound of Venus between her outstretched legs. Finding the waistband of her pleated skirt the hand continued to creep toward its target. Reaching it’s chosen target, the forefinger had it’s way with her gates to heaven.

“Oh, Hell Max quit playing with me and just do me already!” Morgan screamed for everybody to hear.

“Morgan this is love, not crass sex, I try to make every experience memorable, and pleasurable not just pleasant. No Wham, Bam, Thank You, Mam, here. You will lay back and enjoy this even if I have to use your trigger phrase.” Max threatened the trembling Morgan.

“Oh please Master.” Morgan pleaded.

“Do I have your attention Morgan sleep and listen to my instructions. You are my Goddess. This is the pleasure you deserve. The pleasure you have waited for. When you wake up you will remember everything and know you deserve it. Now enjoy your reward.” Max droned while still enjoying the swollen nipple. Finally, he pulled away and removed her skirt and soaked panties exposing the treasure between her legs. From the ministrations of his two fingers, her inner lips were already swollen with blood and other fluids and openly engorged. Her clit was also swollen and engorged sending messages of pleasure directly to her brain.

With two finger Max opened the lips and inserted his tongue causing Morgan to buck her hips directly into his face. Stroking her clit with his tongue carried Morgan over the edge as she squirted love juice into his face. As she was shuddering to recover Max prepared her for what he thought of now as the Grand Finale of his greatest show on Earth, ha, ha. Haven’t I grown pretentious he thought to himself, as he read off his lines from the script he had written out that first night with Nina to the melody of “Give Me One Reason, by TC”, as Nina sang, “Just give me one reason why Max...I just want someone to hold me, and rock me through the night Max...this youthful heart can love you, yes, and give you what you need Max...I said I love you Max, and there ain’t no more to say Max...I’ll just make you change your mind, Max...I love you, Max.” Nina had sung to him. Finally satisfied she was ready he thrust forward a little and withdrew a little to allow Morgan to adjust. Finally, with a steady thrust, he bottomed out and waited. Feeling she was comfortable from the grunts issuing from her, Max started with steady long slow rhythmic thrusts, building to a frenzied climax, where both finished as one thanks to some jellyfish organs grafted into both his and her DNA. Leaving Morgan with final instructions about waking naturally after her well-deserved nap feeling refreshed and renewed Max started to leave until the rest of the girls ordered him to stay with her.

«You deserve a good night’s sleep too.» they all wished him as he fell asleep too with Morgan cuddled into his side.

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The hangars our six birds were under were double walled Quonset hut affairs, big enough for two C-130’s, or as luck would have it, one C-130 and a Chinook helicopter. Morgan commandeered six crews of Navy CB’s to erect them along with the six Chinook helicopters to get them to the sites. Morgan also made sure that the pilots were women. Needless to say, the CB’s were returned, but the Choppers and the Navy pilots were reassigned to us.

The Western half of the US contains some fine dessert for burying our Fortress Renaults, but the Eastern half of the US is mostly heavily forested until you look at an aerial photo of the area. On the overview, you will see large, miles long, tracks of land that have been stripped mined by draglines. Giant manmade machines leaving nothing behind, but long barren scars of red rock and angry gray coal shell behind in their wake. It took little effort, with satellite overview, to find locations suitable to bury the Quonset hangars and bunkers of supplies with a ready built landing and take off strip. True the Sand Suckers had to be modified to handle loose shell rock, but in the end, it was no great problem to overcome. Morgan also made a point to subtly alter all the overflies on all the satellites, both ours and theirs. That required that she had to call in markers from old comrades that she thought she would never speak to again in this life. Old friends now nearly dead as she once was, that wanted to know how she came by the markers she was using. Her having to lie about being Jane Russell’s protégé and Jane being dead. All the time wanting to tell them the truth and save every one of her old friends, but knowing deep down she couldn’t. Seeking the comfort of Max and the other girls when the job was over.

«You can’t save everybody Morgan.» coming back from everyone.

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July 5th, 2025 marked the time the wheels came off the bus. Noticing a radical change in the members of the Right-to-Lifers around the President some of the more radical members finally followed up on our subtle tips and raided the Camp David storage facility where the American contingent’s supply of the “Serum” was stored. Seizing it they retreated and turned samples of it over to dozens of labs worldwide. At least 75% of the labs confirmed their worst fears. These were “totipotent” stem cells that could only come after the girl conceives, and the baby begins growing in its mother’s womb, embryological development, stem cells that are the key to growing the various tissues and structures of the baby’s body, and they were removed from prepubescent children the various labs confirmed. In no time the cry went out for the President, Vice President, and his entire cabinet to resign. Then they began to question the people that could succeed him about their involvement in this affair.

It all started downhill when the TV announcer announced that there would have to be a Senate investigation to see if there was enough information to draw up Articles of Impeachment. In mere moments the Internet was ablaze. Oh, Hell No!, appeared on Facebook, Twitter, Instagram, and other media hot spots. In a panicked move, the President and the legally elected government of America declared Martial Law and shut down the Internet. They mobilized the National Guard, local law enforcement and the different branches of the armed forces and seized every radio, TV station, Internet hud, and satellite relay they could.

Within 24 hours the Governors of the different states had told their National Guard to stand the fuck down and for once they did. Next, they told the regular Army, Navy, and Marines to report back to their base they didn’t need them. Local law enforcement helped reopen everything that was closed.

The President in a counter move then activated the Air Force and ordered them to bomb the critical installations. The Air Force for once refused a presidential order. Everything was going good until some asshole in Homeland Security ordered the drones to take out the targets. The young pencil-necked geeks piloting the drones from some easy chair, drinking Gatorade, and probably playing World of Tanks online at the moment had no trouble finding his assigned target and destroying it like any other video arcade game target, Bang Game Over. Soon missiles were flying and everyone was screaming for Washington’s blood.

Soon the Internet was back up and the cry was heard by all. “The tree of liberty must be refreshed from time to time with the blood of patriots and tyrants.” The famous quote by, Thomas Jefferson. Of course, the caveat that was attached to it most often was, “Better their blood than the blood of our children.” Some just said “Better their blood”, and left it at that.

Just when it looked like we were winning, somebody activated Archangel. Suddenly there were big smoking craters where state capitals used to be. The President now in his North Pole Emergency Command Bunker, along with the other ranking members of the Big Five, once again declared Martial Law and demanded the Internet and other media to shut down until law and order could be restored. Whose law and whose order everybody asked themselves.

This was the last we heard from the President or the Big Five. I was aware that Morgan had used one of her markers to acquire the launch codes of three of those spears of tungsten steel. Originally they were targeted on the Senate Building, the Capital itself and the North Pole site. I later found out that the North Pole facility withstood the first direct strike. It cracked after the second, but it took the third strike to wipe it from the face of the Earth.

True there were big fucking craters where some of our state capitals used to be, but nobody really missed them. Most of the Governors were out with their National Guard unites in the field anyway at the time. There wasn’t any nuclear fallout or radiation to speak of, and it was mostly contained anyway.

Once again it looked like we were winning and everything would settle down, and then the three Saucers decloaked in low near-Earth orbit. They were big enough and near enough that nobody needed a telescope to see them. They swung around the Earth just fast enough that everybody knew they were there in 24 hours. We all knew what they were and what this meant. The average citizen didn’t. There was very little panic in the streets. Even the Doomsday Christian Fanatics were quiet and subdued for once. Everybody was waiting with bated breath to see what this sign meant. Finally, it came, on every radio channel, every TV channel, and over the Internet, it came.

* * *

“Peoples of Earth we are your conquerors. The people you referred to as the Big Five surrendered to us sixteen of your years ago. It was a bloodless defeat because we proved to them that we had overwhelming force behind us. We could destroy anything you sent against us, or destroy any target on your puny planet at will. They agreed to supply us with “totipotent” stem cells from prepubescent children. Cells that your children will not miss and will not be harmed by their loss. Everything was going well until some of your most outspoken dissidents discovered what the “Serum” was made out of and disrupted the lawful governments of your planet, and thereby our binding agreement. Now we have no choice but to demand that you turn over what is rightfully ours. We shall give you 96 of your hours to comply with our reasonable demands.” The hard to make out figure in a darkened room addressed us all.

“Want to bet some idiot launches a nuke at it, Max.” Morgan laughed.

“That’s a sucker bet, Morgan. You know somebody is going to try. The only reason they haven’t already is they can’t because the “Nuclear Footballs with all the GO Codes “, were with the Big Five when they ceased to exist. You should have known that. How long do you think it’ll take them to hotwire one. Better yet which one will do it first. I’m betting on the Russians myself.” Max challenged.

“I’ve got dibs on the Israelis, even though they still deny they have ballistic missiles or the bomb,” Paula announced.

“I’ll take China.” Morgan allowed.

“Japan” Nina hedged, nobody wanted the European Union for some reason.

72 hours later the Russians launched one missile from a sub under the ice pack. We guessed they were gun-shy about archangel still. Next was China and third was Japan. The Israelis and US never launched. None got close to a target or even detonated that we know of. They simply disappeared off the tracking radar screens.

* * *

Meanwhile back on Earth, the Internet was up and running again. A debate was going on now to determine if we were going to fight or buckle under. Understand this was the World Wide Web we’re talking about now. Within the first 24 hours, a vote was taken and it was roughly 25% for, 25% against and 50% undecided. The 25% against were the Right-to-Lifers and other diehard fanatics. They were on a roll gaining support and followers by the minute. Their rallying cry now was, “We don’t trade in the blood of our children, no matter what.”

The 25% for were identified by the 25% against and summarily executed. Shot in the head wherever the peace-loving freaks were found by the 25% against. This ain’t no Viet Nam you peace-loving son-of-a-bitch, ain’t going to be no peace with honor this time son-of-a-bitch, was heard a lot.

* * *

At the end of the 96 hours, the Cree again addressed us on all channels.

“Peoples of Earth we have the same technology as Archangel. We can reduce your society back to the Stone Age. There will be no nuclear fallout, no horrible mutations, just deep craters where your power generators were, where your oil refining plants were. All the things that make up your civilization. The list goes on and on. Be reasonable men of Earth. All we need are “totipotent” stem cells from prepubescent children. Cells that your children will never even miss and not be harmed by their lose anyway. Be reasonable men of Earth. We do not enjoy the prospect of having to destroy your civilization and then having to chase down your children like they were wild animals because you their parents were too stubborn to relent. It is you that are destroying your children’s future men of Earth. You have another 96 hours to decide. At the end of that time, we will choose our targets and give you 24 hours to evacuate the area chosen. We do not want to destroy human life we want to preserve it.” The same hard to make out figure in a darkened room addressed us all again.

“Oh, Hell no, we don’t want to lose one stem cell we don’t have to, ha, ha.” Morgan raved at the TV.

“Calm down Morgan you already know we have a game plan.” Nina laughed.

“But does there have to be so much destruction and misery Nina.” Morgan, the hard one almost cried.

“Morgan you know that we’ve already discussed this. The only way we are going to get a unified World Government is for the Cree and CAI to destroy enough of the infrastructure to make them all work together.” Max reminded her.

“I know...I know, but that doesn’t make it any easier to swallow. It just goes against everything I used to believe in.” She growled.

“You know that the Cree will be back even if they lose these three Saucers. We don’t know how many CAI there are now, and they’re all probably pretty desperate back Home right now.” Max summed up what we did know.

“Why do you think the Cree Empress never sent a representative Max?” Nina asked.

«Maybe she did. Maybe the CAI had them killed. That would be my guess.» Fred put in.

“Hey, if the CAI is half as ruthless as I think they are they would think nothing of killing the Empress herself if given half a chance. You remember the tale of the scorpion and the frog. Scorpion and frog meet on a river bank. Scorpion wants to get to the other side of the river, but he can’t swim, so he begs the frog to take him across on his back. The frog’s leery. He says to the Scorpion, but you might sting me and I’d die. The scorpion says to the frog, but I’d drown too and I don’t want to die. So the frog thinks about it and agrees to take him across. Halfway across the scorpion stings the frog, and as the frog is dying he asks, why, and the scorpion answers. It’s just my nature. It’s just their nature Nina.” Max laughed.

«I’ve never faced a machine intelligence. Usually, AI’s mimic the organic intelligence’s that created them. They certainly never used organic as their hands and feet. There is a distinct possibility that the AI’s will just dump their present partner/host/mobile unit and try to aquaire some of you as mobile units.» Fred put in.

“Why?” Nina asked.

«Primarily because you are alive and healthy, and the ones he/it has now are old and sick. I don’t think these AI have any empathy Nina.» Fred laughed.

* * *

True to their word the CAI announced the first of their targets after the 96 hours elapsed, and we had still made no reply. Their targets were mostly large electric generating master switching stations. Things that would affect millions of people lives, but cause no great loss of life.

As regular as clockwork the 24 hours went by and the CAI hit every target and announced their next list of targets. Once again things that would affect millions of people lives, but cause no great loss of life. After the 24-hour deadline elapsed the same thing again and again. Finally, we all took a vote and agreed enough is enough.

The Cree Saucers were run on “Total Energy Converters”. High energy plasma contained in an electromagnetic containment shield. A thin iron wire fed into it to power it. The technology was thousands of years old and every Cree child knew how safe they were. Safe until they met Fred that is. Knowing their precise location in time and space it was child’s play for Fred to drop in a marble size steel ball bearing. No magnetic containment field could contain that kind of reaction. Suddenly there was a new sun in the sky where there had been three Cree Saucers. There might be pieces of the other two Saucers left for study, but there would be nothing left of the central Saucer.

“God Saves Chosen People”, was the most common headline the next day across the world. Most of the scientific community attributed it to either some kind of internal dispute that lead to sabotage or maybe a one in a trillion chance of an impurity in the iron wire used to feed it. They had annualized the pictures and other data and knew What happened, just not Why.

In record time the damage done by the Cree CAI was repaired and communities were meeting online to discuss where we go from here. Most of the old power structures from around the world had simply vanished with the Big Five at the North Pole. Little children were upset and asking if Santa Clause was hurt too. Macy’s, which still existed believe-it-or-not, took out a full page add explaining to Virginia that Santa’s Work Shop had better shields than the Cree flying saucers and he and all the elf and reindeer were fine and would be ready for Christmas.

In no time three scientist, one at USC, California, one in Shanghai, China, and one in Moscow, Russia came up with the theory and a working containment field for our very own TEC (Total Energy Converter). Still others were working on rail guns, giant rail guns that could launch huge payloads into space with the help of a couple of TEC.

Life was good Max thought to himself. I’ve still got the six Chinook pilots to break in he thought to himself as he stepped through his personal portal in Riverside, California and exited in Fortress Renault #1 in Jefferson County, Alabama. Nothing but angry red rock, red clay, gray slag, and some scrub pines for miles around. He hummed the words to the song “Crazy, by GB”, under his breath. “And I hope that you are having the time of your life But think twice That’s my only advice”, as he went in search of Major Alice Parker and 1st Lieutenant Candy Mason the first set of new pilots he had to break in this week. Things might be crazy but they were certainly interesting he thought to himself.