![]() ![]() You heard Taylor’s lament: a world left behind with “lots of lovemaking, but no love.” He was tired, more bereft than fulfilled. The cage of an unjust society for the iron bars of couplehood? Hardly. And if she was more puppy dog than full-fledged partner, that too would be a decision without illusion. Sure, she would also kneel at his feet, eyes skyward, but on her terms. She would, in fact, be the first to choose. Call her Eve, if you like the trail-blazer, trend-buster, and path-finder all rolled into one. And she alone honed in, laser-like, to bring forth revolution. ![]() ![]() Unique, immovable flesh to rise above flabby mediocrity. ![]() A sharp tone to cut through the idle chatter. Here was a man at last, a recognizable face amidst so much anonymity. He said it all with those appropriately labeled bright eyes. An endless cycle over innumerable, unchanging years. Before, one awoke, ate, struggled, and submitted to rape, then maybe, just maybe, a fitful rest. An escape of sorts, straight into the arms of Charlton Heston.Īnd it was Heston’s ham-fisted stare that brought about the only real change our heroine had ever known. For this future female in a topsy-turvy world, a companionship borne of lustful need. For the ancestral human, a life beyond terrestrial concerns. For as she paws and slurps from the husk of forbidden fruit, she also, as if connected across space and time to the preternaturally curious ape of 2001: A Space Odyssey, looks beyond the limitations of her nasty, brutish existence in order to contemplate a terrifying, yet undeniably beautiful future. Among the indistinguishable mass of animal skins, dirt, stench, and gut instinct, she alone possesses a defiant humanity. Her raven hair, a pre-civilized calling card, is matched only by her blissful breasts, pouting lips, and piercing gaze. Language, once refined, now but the unfeeling grunt of the dispossessed. Brain matter a static, unchanging soup of slovenly simplicity. Devolved, at a time when the genetic ladder forced but one direction. Her daily routine, a voiceless void the inevitable product of generations of inbreeding following the standard nuclear holocaust. Perfectly coifed, athletically toned, and sporting the sort of teeth one might not expect after several decades of catch-as-catch-can dietary desperation, but a wild, untamed beast nonetheless. She is, upon first glance, a mere savage. ![]()
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