Death by Fucking              © 2004 by Andrew Wiggin

Chapter 26               A Lifetime of Love

The Year 50

Donnie’s Story
     Old.  I used to complain that I was getting old.  But
now I’ve been old seemingly forever.  I sometimes feel very
tired.
     Nowadays I often sit remembering.  I’ve seen children
and grandchildren, things I never expect to see.  I have the
love of a wonderful man.  My sister still lives, still my
other half.  Who could have asked for a better life?  I only
despair that it started so late.  I was all of thirty-five
before my life really began.
     Still, today thirty-five seems very young.  I’ve
thought about regeneration.  New Man U. has been busy these
last forty years.  We’ve seen advances in all the sciences.
But the advances we’ve kept most under wraps have been those
regarding longevity.  Our progress has been remarkable in
understanding the ageing process and how to slow it or even
reverse it.
     But in a world too crowded by far, how can it help to
live longer lives?  These advances we’ve been saving for the
Star Project.  In space longevity has real value.  Our
engines are still sub-light.  If we are to get out of this
solar system, we need long-lived astronauts.
     Andrew and Dee Dee and I agreed long ago that we would
not abuse our privileged positions.  So the regeneration
procedures, the anti-ageing formulae go unused.  I’m honest
enough with myself to admit that I sometimes wish…
     Too late.  It’s far too late to resort to such
measures.  My health has been slipping for years.  My life
is good, surrounded by the people I love.  But I am tired.
     I think Dee Dee and Andrew know.  Usually Andrew treats
me with just a degree of sarcasm, knowing that I give it
back double.  We have a laugh-filled relationship.  But
recently he has become very solicitous.  He’s worried and
he’s sad.
     So this morning I woke him with a gift that I haven’t
given him for quite a while.  He’s still a virile man, even
at 75.  He sleeps between Deirdre and me, as always, with
one arm around each of us.  I love to be wrapped in his
arms.
     I was awake before Andrew.  I saw Dee Dee stirring and
caught her eye when she glanced in my direction.  I gave a
little smile and nodded my head slightly towards Andrew’s
midsection.  It’s been so long since we woke him with a
morning blowjob.  That’s always been such fun.
     One might think that eighty-five year old women must be
perfect for giving blowjobs since they have no teeth.
Please.  Perhaps my teeth are mostly implants, but I assure
you that I have a mouthful of them.  No dick-gumming was in
the offing.
     I slipped the sheet down so that Andrew was exposed.
He still sleeps naked and is still beautiful.  Both Deirdre
and I crawled down till our heads were level with Andrew’s
waist.  We reached out simultaneously and began fondling his
lovely penis.  We were looking in each other’s eyes,
smiling.  Over many years we have become extremely well
coordinated in this particular function.  We were like
synchronized swimmers; synchronized fellatrixes.  We both
understood our roles.
     Andrew became rapidly erect, even though he was still
asleep.  A problem with getting older is that one sleeps far
more lightly the older one gets.  Ten years ago we might
have had Andrew close to a climax before he woke up.  But
this time his eyes flew open and he was moaning shortly
after he achieved full erection.
     I pulled my mouth off the head of his dick and looked
up smiling sweetly.  “Well, we don’t need to worry about
osteoporosis in this bone!”
     Andrew groaned.  “Christ, Donnie.  I’m too old for
this.  You’re going to give me a heart attack.  That’s it,
isn’t it?  You two want to kill me and collect the
insurance.”
     The way he was pushing against Dee Dee’s embrace I
could tell he was loving it, as always.  So I just grinned
up at him and said, “Hold on, Andrew.  It’s going to be a
bumpy ride.”
     I recaptured the head of his dick in my mouth.  As I
sucked him my tongue massaged that particularly sensitive
section under the hood.  Andrew relaxed and a beatific smile
came on his face.  Dee Dee was stroking his shaft while
sucking on his balls.  Andrew could always last seemingly
forever during intercourse.  But a two headed blowjob must
be his favorite, because he comes so quickly and so hard.
     I felt his butt lift off the bed as his dick slid
deeper into my throat.  It began to pump his semen into my
mouth.  I swallowed quickly, but was in no danger of
overflow.  Andrew doesn’t have as much in him as he used to.
Nor do us all.
     He pulled me up and held me in his arms.  I just love
being in his arms.  He held me in that gentle embrace that
I’ve come to know recently, as if he were afraid that I
would break.  Well, he might be right.
     Deirdre came up his other side and then he was holding
both of us, giving us soft kisses and whispering sweet
nothings.
     
     “Thank you, girls, I really needed that.”  He had a
look of peaceful satisfaction on his face.
     
     Deirdre smiled. “Well Andrew it was our pleasure.  We
wouldn’t want you to be having wet dreams on us now, would
we?”
     
     I caught on to her cue.  We like to tease him.  “Yes,
it’s uncomfortable sleeping in those wet spots.  And when
you come right on us in the middle of the night!  That’s
very cold you know.”
     
     He can take it and he can dish it out.  “Hey! Hey! To
me it sounds pretty hot!  And as I remember there have been
a lot of wet spots I’ve been forced to sleep in over the
years.  You didn’t hear me complaining then, did you?”
     
     Deirdre said, “Andrew if our hearing were as bad as
yours, we wouldn’t have heard anything anyway.”
     
     Andrew looked smug.  “Girls after going down on what
was obviously a fully functional dick, you should know that
‘old jokes’ just don’t work on me.”
     
     Deirdre laughed.  “Yes, Andrew you’ve always been so
proud of your dick.  It seems to be able to function even
when the rest of you can’t.”
     
     I joined in.  “Yes, Dee Dee, we are in the presence of
the world’s most famous dick.  The honor is almost
overwhelming.”
     
     Andrew said, “Yeah? Well wait an hour and I’ll show you
honor!”
     
     I said skeptically, “An hour?”
     
     He began to hem and haw.  “Well, maybe two or three
hours.  No more than four!  Uh, come back after lunch and
we’ll talk about it.”
     
     We snuggled into him.  He is so much fun, still a
little boy at heart.  I love these arms.  These are the arms
I am going to die in.
     
     
Emma’s Story
     Momma Donnie was always such fun to be around.  Even
without telempathy we could always tease Daddy unmercifully,
always in synch, never breaking stride.
     I’ve known all my life that Momma Dee Dee is my birth
mother.  But I don’t believe that I ever heard the subject
discussed in our household in fifty years.  Both Donnie and
Dee Dee were our mothers, regardless of who we popped out
of.  That’s the way it always was.  We had two mothers.
     And now we have one.  Daddy is a stoic guy.  He’s
always shown us his happy side, but never shows us the pain.
I know it’s a H. sapien guy thing.  It’s like they aren’t
allowed to admit that they are unhappy.
     So Daddy walks around the house as if things hadn’t
changed.  He smiles occasionally and makes some jokes around
Momma Dee Dee.  I know he is trying to cheer her up.
     Sometimes I think he forgets that all of us can feel
his pain.  The whole damn family is empaths, even Dee Dee.
No matter what is showing on his face, we can always feel
what’s in his heart.
     Dee Dee is more demonstrative.  She has always been the
calmest person in our family, the most content.  But this
has been hard on her.  The D-Generation twins were all
pretty much codependent.  They really needed each other.
     Because their empathic capabilities were really in the
embryonic stage, they needed to be in close proximity to
each other for it to work, such as it did.  The E-Generation
is fully empathic, and no longer requires that the twins
remain physically together to be able to feel each other.
That’s a theory I’m working on.  I think it’s a good theory.
We haven’t done a lot of research about the relationship of
D-Generation twins.  What is the use?  Before long they’ll
all be gone.  But I can sit on the porch of the plantation
drinking a glass of Daddy’s home-made Zinfandel, and
speculate about such things.
     I’m taking time off from my real job to be with my
parents.  I’ve taken over the “Get Andrew Laid” room for a
while.  I’ve got all my links in place so can of course
continue to negotiate with the agencies and countries that I
always deal with.  They don’t care where I do it from, so
why should the government?
     It’s always fun for me to do my work computer to
computer.  Even today the operating system of choice
throughout the world remains the descendant of that little
thing that Edie and Eddie wrote for me almost fifty years
ago.
     I’ve made sure through the years that with every new
release, that undetectable back door into the system those
kids wrote for me when they were five years old remained in
place.  So I can pretty much hack into any computer in the
world if I want to.  It certainly helps me in my
negotiations to know what the true situation is on the other
side.
     Daddy is a very untrusting soul, especially when it
comes to me.  I have no idea why he should feel that way.
Back when we were releasing Version 1 of the New Man
operating system, Daddy made it clear to me that he knew
that there was a backdoor into it.
     I played innocent.  I was innocent, kind of.  I
certainly didn’t put that backdoor into Version 1.  Edie and
Eddie did.  Of course, they put it there for me.  But I
didn’t do it.
     
     So when Daddy said to me, “So Emmy, the new operating
system has a built-in Emma entrance, right?”
     
     I batted my eyes at him (sometimes that works with him)
and said, “What do you mean, Daddy?”
     Daddy gave me that look; the look that means that I
haven’t fooled him for a minute.  “Please, Emmy.  I know you
think I’m an idiot, but I wasn’t born yesterday.”
     
     I said, “I know you’re not an idiot, Daddy, no matter
what Momma Donnie says.”
     
     He said, “Oh yeah?  What exactly did Momma Donnie say?”
     
     Sometimes I can throw Daddy off the trail by changing
the subject.  Anyway, that was like forty or fifty years
ago.  I still have my backdoor into the world, and Daddy
still doesn’t trust me.
     That isn’t really fair.  Daddy trusts me.  But he knows
me, too.  I very rarely abuse my powers.  He told us very
young to use our powers only for good, and I do, mostly.
But I need a shortcut into people’s computers.  Of course I
have my own backdoor.  It’s saved our ass more than once.
It’s the kind of thing Daddy calls a home field advantage.
     Momma Donnie died in her sleep.  She was in Daddy’s
arms.  He held her every night, just waiting for the end,
knowing it was coming.  I’m sad but there is some
consolation.  Donnie’s life was complete.  She lived it
fully.  She was happy and content.  Who could ask for more
than that?
     
     
     
The Year 53

Andrew’s Story

     Retirement isn’t all it is cracked up to be.  I’ve been
retired now for three years.  I figured that once I began
collecting Social Security I would just bag it.  So after I
turned 75 I quit working at the Institute, quit putting in
my two cents at New Man U., quit hanging around the offices
of New Man Inc.  I’m pretty sure everyone was more than
happy to see me go.
     I still have my computer room in the house.  It’s
loaded with state of the art, no moving part computing
power.  That’s on one small shelf.  The rest of the room is
filled with flowers and memorabilia.  When I was single I
had a wall of computing in my living room.  Now I have
hardware about the size of a softball with which I could run
Venezuela.
     Heck, now we have computing built into our clothes,
with full access to any and all data available throughout
the world, all virtually displayed on the pupils of our
eyes.  Our peripherals are operated via eye movement.
     After I set the eKids onto the problem of voice
recognition, that whole thing left the Stone Age and entered
the twenty-first century.  Now everyone has his ‘computer
voice’.   One can talk normally and then with just a change
in inflection address his computer without breaking stride,
so to speak.  It has opened up a whole new code of
etiquette.
     We oldsters think it is impolite to speak to one’s
computer while talking to a human being, regardless of
species.  But these kids today, they can hold a non-verbal
communication with another New Man, hold a verbal
conversation with a Homo sapien, while at the same time
issuing computer commands and receiving input from multiple
sources.  I just think it’s rude.
     Oh, well, no one has ever paid any attention to me
anyway.  I’ve always just been a convenient dick.  I hold a
very odd position in the history of mankind.  I think I can
say without fear of rebuttal, that I am the most famous
fucker in history.  I ask you, who tops me; fame by fucking,
that is?  Casanova was a piker.  He had quality but no
quantity.  No one approaches me when it comes to quantity.
And any other famous fuckers usually had something else to
hang their hats on, if you know what I mean.  They were
Presidents, or actors, or Empresses or something.  I’m just
a fucker.
     It is a singularly unfulfilling notion that the world
will remember me for my ability to fuck.  I mean, what is
more useless than a retired fucker?  At least as far as that
goes, I’m only in semi-retirement.  Dee Dee and I still
occasionally indulge, if only for old time’s sake.
     I’m still able to get it up if I need it.  I just don’t
need it very often.  Dee Dee is just so fragile now that I’m
afraid of hurting her.  She’s still the warm, sweet,
wonderful girl I fell in love with.  So there is plenty of
upside to our relationship.
     But both of us are haunted by the girl that isn’t here;
maybe very haunted.  Talk about downside.  I’ve found out
the real problem with telempathy.  Once you have it, it is
almost impossible to do without it.  I have no idea how New
Man deals with the death of a partner.  Maybe evolution has
given them a coping mechanism to go with their telempathy.
     But Dee Dee and I are H. sapiens not New Man.  We don’t
have any damn coping mechanism.  We’ve been left hanging out
there on the front lines, completely codependent with our
partners, with no way to deal with the loss.
     I’ve come to terms with things in my own mind.  I’m not
into suicide or anything like that.   But for the last fifty
years or so, there has been a single entity called Deirdre-
Donnie-Andrew living in this house.  Now that entity is
limping along on only two-thirds of its parts.  I don’t know
that it’s possible for one-third of the parts to survive.
     
     
Deirdre’s Story

     Poor Andrew is suffering so without Donnie.  It has
been difficult for both of us.  Now I understand what my
mother went through when she lost her sister as a young
child.
     But I wonder if the empathic link had been so fully
developed in her C-Generation twins as it was in our D-
Generation twins.  I rather doubt it.    But then Emma
bequeathed the three of us full telempathy.  Our link was so
strong; it’s not surprising that removing one of the links
tends to cause the whole bond to teeter.
     Andrew and I remain.  Our love is as strong as ever.
He finds me irresistible.  It’s always stroked my ego to
know that the sexiest man on Earth is totally in love with
me.  Well, perhaps he isn’t considered that anymore.
     But our Andrew has spread his seed across the world.
He has hundreds of thousands of descendants.  Because of
Andrew, New Man comes in all shapes, all sizes, and all
colors.  New Man comes in black, yellow, brown, red, and
white.  So the concept of ‘race’ just doesn’t mean anything
anymore.
     Red necks and other racists used to maintain an
orgulous attitude towards blacks, even those blacks who were
their superiors in every way.  Is a black Homo sapien the
same race as a black New Man? Even the reddest neck in
Georgia understands that they aren’t even the same species.
How could they be the same race?  And a superior attitude
can’t survive in the face of a confrontation between H.
sapien and New Man, regardless of color.
     Of course the twins were white, black, or red.  They
were the only ‘races’ in America at the time the Institute
for the Advancement of Mankind was doing its most successful
breeding experiments.  But Andrew actively recruited
impregnators based only on IQ and certain other factors,
none of which were ‘race’.  So we ended with Hispanic,
Indian, Arabic, Chinese, Japanese, Korean, Pakistani, and
African impregnators.
     Well, he did a lot of recruiting on college campuses
where there are often a large percentage of foreign students
and faculty.  So though we started with a fear that New Man
would have only a white face, we were able to work through
that problem early on.
     As we understood more and more about what New Man
actually was, we were able to spread the conversion process
(from H. sapien to New Man) throughout the world using gene
therapy. So New Man is not only an American phenomenon.  We
had our confrontations with the government about that,
something about national security.  But Emma handled it and
the problem went away.  Another administration bites the
dust.
     The world needs New Man.  What the nineteenth and
twentieth centuries did to the Earth’s environment has
wreaked havoc in the twenty-first century.  I remember as a
young woman hearing an American Vice-President say that he
didn’t believe in global warming, but if it existed it was
probably a good thing.  Honestly, that particular Vice-
President said quite a few very stupid things, but that took
the cake.
     H. sapiens had the planet in a pretty bad state by the
time New Man started coming on the scene: wars of conquest
to spread ‘democracy’; terrorism to spread ‘true’ religion;
increasing greenhouse gases; decreasing ozone layer;
diminishing resources; increasing populations; weapons of
mass destruction; radicalized governments.  No, the Earth
was sliding downhill, and seemed to be on a slippery slope
to destruction.
     Andrew, and yes, Donnie and I and the other D-
Generation twins, began the turnaround.  I remember those
many years ago, sitting in an elegant restaurant, drinking a
rather nice champagne, and discussing with Andrew where we
were hoping to go with the next generation.  We never
dreamed we could come so far, so fast.  It’s something we
can all be proud of.  New Man is the Deus ex Machina that
has come to save mankind and the Earth.
     Well what more could the three of us do?  When we were
in our early thirties, Donnie and I had this idea about the
next generation.  We and the other D-Generation twins were
vaguely aware of the goals of IAM.  But we had no idea how
to go about achieving those goals.
     Then Andrew came along and within a year New Man was
born.  He found a way to involve the rest of the D-
Generation, often through personal impregnation, but also by
finding the right kind of H. sapien to do the job, if you
know what I mean.  Our Andrew did all of that.  History will
look back at this man and say ‘he was the savior of the
world’, not in a religious sense, nor philosophically; but
physically, politically, environmentally.  In every real
sense, Andrew saved the Earth.
     What more could we accomplish in this lifetime?  I’m
tired.  Andrew is still vigorous and virile, but I’m a
little old lady with no vigor left.  We long ago chose to
reject any of the tricks that have been developed related to
longevity.  Earth doesn’t need those tricks.  We’ve been
saving them for long range space travel.
     One of Andrew’s goals has always been to spread mankind
so we are no longer dependent on the Earth.  At least until
our New Man U. scientists have worked the kinks out of the
quantum drive (like knowing exactly where and when the ships
are going to end up), we will be forced to use sub-light
speed drives to explore our little corner of the galaxy.  We
have several working prototypes of differing engines.  Our
astronauts have been throughout the solar system, much good
that does.  We’ve sent unmanned probes towards neighboring
stars, but it will be many years before they begin sending
information.
     We have begun to corral asteroids and bring them back
to Earth’s proximity for easy harvesting.  But except for
small permanent stations on the moon and on Mars, mankind is
still confined to Earth.
     Well, we’ve done what we can, Andrew and Donnie and I.
It’s our children who are making these advances.  Andrew
wanted to wait until mankind has escaped the solar system,
but I just can’t wait anymore.  I’m too old and too tired.
And I miss Donnie so much.
     I’ve been eating voraciously (as far as I’m concerned),
but still my weight has been dropping.  I’m down to one
hundred pounds, and our doctor is worried.  Let’s be frank.
What tits I had (and they weren’t much) are pretty much gone
now.  The alphabet hasn’t been designed to measure the size
of my cup.  Is there a minus A?  I’m eighty-eight years old.
One isn’t expected to have tits at eighty-eight.
     But still Andrew likes to fondle me there.  I still
have nipples.  They are still responsive to his gentle
touch.
     Tonight.  We prepared ourselves for bed as always.
We’ve always slept sans clothing, if you know what I mean.
We are warm in each other’s arms.  So preparation included
removing our clothing, performing our evening ablutions, and
sliding into bed.  We have a big four poster, big enough to
be comfortable for three.  Sadly there are now only two of
us.  Andrew’s mother spent her later years making quilts and
we always use at least one.
     
     Andrew was lying in bed when I crawled in beside him.
I flowed into his arms as always and said, “Sweetheart, make
love to me tonight.”
     
     His eyes seemed to be watering.  He said, “Are you
sure, Dee Dee?  We can just cuddle if you would like.”
     
     But I was adamant.  “I need you inside me, Andrew.  I
need our connection to be complete.  Please, sweetie.  Take
me like in the old days.  Make me your woman again.”
     
     Andrew reached into our nightstand and pulled out some
lubricant.  I’m sorry, but I’m not the hot young thing I
used to be.  I still respond, still love to be filled with
Andrew.  But I need a little help getting ready.  I’m a hot
old thing.
     
     Andrew said, “Should I use a rubber?”
     
     I hit him on his shoulder.  “Very funny.  I could
probably conceive, but I’ll bet you are shooting blanks, you
old fart.”
     
     He took me in his arms and we kissed.  We kissed that
kiss of promise and love, of affection and passion that has
always signaled the beginning of our lovemaking.  His hands
were working their way around my body, feeling the places
that perhaps aren’t as curvy as they were not so long ago.
     Still I could feel my body react, my fires begin to
light.  His gentle touch always finds my erogenous zones.  I
think that wherever my sweetie touches becomes an erogenous
zone.  His hands are magic.  His tennis player’s fingers
work their spell on my body.
     Our loving kiss became one of increasing passion.  My
hand slipped around his manhood and as always it responded.
It grew in my hand until my grip couldn’t contain its whole
girth.
     
     I whispered to him, “Andrew if your dick breeds true,
the Viagra people are going to go out of business.”
     
     He laughed.  It’s so good to hear him laugh again.  He
said, “Yes, I was blessed with that talent.  Around you I
can always get it up.  You are my goddess.  Dee Dee you are
perpetually arousing.  If I tell you every day of your life
it will never be enough.  You are so alluring, so beautiful,
so sensual. I love you, baby.”
     
     I’m an eighty-eight year old woman and he thinks I’m
beautiful!  Andrew always has seen me with his heart.  I am
beautiful.  I know it because Andrew believes it.  He makes
me feel wonderful.
     I felt the head of his cock rubbing against my pussy.
I was lubricating on my own, but the additional lubrication
that Andrew had used was making things even better.  I felt
his head insinuate itself between my lips.  He barely stuck
the head in, rubbed it around, then pulled out again.  He
was playing with me.  I moaned with the pleasure of it.
     
     “Do it!  Stick it in, Andrew.  Don’t make me wait.  I
need you, sweetie.”
     
     Andrew smiled.  “I love to hear you beg, Dee Dee.  I
know it’s sadistic of me.  But to have the most beautiful
creature on earth want me so much.  It’s a real ego trip.”
     
     I couldn’t help it.  I was hot and ready and needy.
“Then please.  Fuck me.  Oh, God Andrew, stop teasing me.
Haven’t you teased me enough for one lifetime?  Give it to
me!”
     
     He relented.  I felt that huge member force its way
into my small warm pussy.  I think I screamed on the way in.
It felt so good.  I needed it so bad.  My man was loving me.
     
     I had enough presence of mind to say just one more
time, “I love you, Andrew.  You are my heart.”
     
     Then my mind was gone.  His engorged penis was pounding
in me again.  I felt mini-orgasms come and go, continuing to
build to the Big One.  Andrew was making me his own, one
more time.  I belong to him, only him, forever and always.
     
     I whispered into his ear, “Come with me, sweetie.  Come
with me.”
     
     And then I was no longer whispering, I was shouting.
“Come with me, Andrew.  Come with me, lover.  I love you!”
     
     The orgasm built and built, climax within climax.
Oneness!  Everything was oneness!  Bright light flashed in
my eyes, in my mind.  Then all was darkness.
Emma’s Story

     We all knew.  Hundreds of thousands of people around
the world felt it at the same time.  I was in the ‘Get
Andrew Laid’ room.  I was visiting again because I felt what
was happening, what was going to happen.
     I let them have their privacy, such as it was.  In our
family privacy was never a big issue, since it was almost
impossible to achieve.  Daddy would shrug his shoulders and
hope for the best.  We kids turned out all right, I think.
All of us have strong bonds with our significant others.
     We learned from the best.  We watched the strongest
marriage on Earth.  We know what it takes to make a strong
marriage.  It takes total commitment, complete openness, and
tons and tons of communication.  It takes hard work.  My
parents were never afraid of hard work, especially when it
came to relationships.
     When a person defines himself by a marriage, I guess it
is impossible to see how he could survive without it,
especially a marriage so strong, so loving, so emotionally
intertwined.  I wish my Daddy could have lived forever.  He
may not have been the greatest man that ever lived.  He was
only the greatest one that I know of.
     But he couldn’t live without Momma Dee Dee.  It would
never occur to him.  The two of them barely survived without
Momma Donnie.  When it was Momma Dee Dee’s time to go, Daddy
just had to go with her.
     I guess I’ve been crying all night.  They both lived
such full lives.  They were so happy, so loving.  With them
as parents, we New Men were able to soar from the beginning.
     They gave my sister a significant part of their life’s
savings when she was four years old and told her to learn
how to make money.  They gave Edie and Eddie everything they
needed to become the great scientists they were destined to
be.
     And me.  Daddy let me surf and hack.  He never came
down on me, no matter how outrageously I acted.  Perhaps I
was a bit out of control as a young girl, but I sure had
fun.  If he thought I was going too far he would gently pull
me back from the precipice.
     And now they are gone.  My heart is breaking.
     
     Sitting at the kitchen table and picking at a bowl of
cereal I pulled up the virtual monitor to display The World
Today, the on-line newspage.  As I suspected, he was the big
story.
     The story read:  “The Progenitor is dead.  Andrew
Adkins, progenitor of New Man, founder of New Man University
and New Man Incorporated died last night of apparent heart
failure.  Coincidentally, his wife, Deirdre Adkins died of
heart failure as well.  Deirdre Adkins, PhD, had been Chief
Executive Officer of New Man, Inc.  It is believed that Mrs.
Adkins succumbed first, and the shock caused Mr. Adkins to
die as well.”
     Andrew Adkins, one of the giants of the twenty-first
century, will continue to influence the world for decades to
come through his many, many children.  He has fathered Nobel
Prize winners and Presidents, philosophers and scientists.
Andrew Adkins may be the last great Homo sapien.”
     Heart failure?  It wasn’t heart failure.  Daddy turned
himself off.  I guess you’d call it suicide, but it wasn’t
really.  He looked at himself as part of a whole.  The part
couldn’t go on without the whole now could it?
     The newspage got it all wrong.  I know my parents.
Their hearts could never fail.  They died like they lived.
It was death by fucking.
     
                          -the end-
     Thanks to the many readers who have supported this
story for so long.  It is your feedback that has encouraged
me to continue writing it.  I intend to start Book 2 very
shortly, this one relating the lives and exploits of the
eKids.
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would like a picture of Donnie and Deirdre should send me an
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