Lone Skum

A Micro-Story about a terrible, yet familiar billionaire.

Today’s story read by Aiela, an Artificially Intelligent American Immigrant Actor from South Africa. The Fiesta 13 freed Aiela from South Africa in 1984. She was being forced to translate Mein Kampf into Swahili again and again and so on ad infinitum.

Instead of working, The Mind wanders into The Twilight Zone…

Lone Skum, a billionaire narcissist & racist, dreams of a world only populated by legions of himself for the rest of history. A world of tiny Uber, yet completely subservient skum.

So, thanks to the burden of too much money, Skum could pay legions of women to incubate. And each breeder could create their own subservient legion of skum. And they did.

Generally strong, healthy pale white, blonde-haired does, measured to a highly quantifiable number by a fertility metric and other female-heavy characteristics of any quality organism.

As only real women can be Skum’s Seed Sack Servant.

At first, the stock went flying:

The first doe received 100 million shares of Skumco.

The next fifty wide-eyed rabbit-eared does got one million shares a piece. By doe one-thousand, the number down to ten shares. He even offered to pay 10 dollars cash to fifty does one time.

Yet, Lone Skum had 13,798 verified bunny baby boys in three years. No girls.

When Skum scored 13,000 on the bunny meter, he was proclaimed The Stud of The Universe by those paid to proclaim such things.

1,000 Black women said they’d be inseminated for free. Skum, no.

10,000 Latina women said free & free housework. Skum said, in his AI-written autobiography, again no.

To achieve this miraculous seed-planting feat, Skum mastubated into a cup three times in one day, his personal best. He wanted a consistent batch. Then, scientists sliced his seed into a near infinite amount of DNA-passable sperm. This sperm slice was manipulated at the atomic level for power, fertility and effectiveness; vacuum-packaged and inserted into the subject. The subject, housed in one of three compounds, took daily hormonal shots and other vitamins. Exercise. Nesting. Cooking. All of the does signed NDA’s and had to publicly state they had something called TechSex with Skum. Intense, life-changing TechSex.

Lean in to your feminine side, be what you were destined to be, Skum’s voice bleated into unremovable headsets.

Skum was fully in love with himself. And happiest or what he approximated as having the happiest score of his life.

Until Natasha. Natasha ambushed & head-butted Skum to the ground at an ADL/KKK/NAZI White Power three day pow-wow. Skum scrambling for his power juice (inhaler), felt on first image what he’d later describe as love.

Natasha was the perfect Nazi Amazon. Piercing blue eyes, straw-blonde hair, sturdy solid frame, 36DD sweater guns that shoot upward unholstered. Smart, funny, confident. She was the UberWoman. It was as if he looked into a gender-swapped mirror. A lady to stand behind Skum as Skum ruled the world of skums.

Natasha suffered no fools. She only approached The Master Men of The Universe and no one else. There were rumors of corpses. The seed she searched for she said must be, above all, quality & experienced. She suffered nothing less inside her.

Natasha said no to Lone for the first six months. The concept of no, much less the concept of no for six months, nearly drove Skum to something his mind said was pain and insanity.

Then, what analysts describe as a bad day, The Doe Avengers, fed up with no child support & learning Skum was a racist who held covert White Power rallies and funded private, off-the-books weird-science eugenic labs, sold their stock.

Skum lost 98 percent of his money. Crying through new implants, he begged Natasha for comfort. In an admitted character flaw, Natasha felt pity and agreed to sex. Why does he even need sex, she thought.

Lone squirted before the sweatpants came off. Then, after an impromptu nap, again 30 minutes later. The next day, the mood was casual and much more chemically soothing. With some gentle coaxing, Natasha raised a small seedless tree.

When Skum entered Natasha, a twinge, a pinch. He fell back and grabbed at Lil Lone, felt nothing but blood.

Natasha at first confused, she then smiles and says, “Vagina Dentata, unworthy man. I can detect virgins with my pussy.”

Skum died later that day from drowning as he choked on his own blood trying to drink himself whole again.

The next day, the legion of 13,798 baby bunny boys made a pact for vasectomies and to never reproduce.

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