A New Life

Here I am again, holding a newborn. This will be my second one now, just as unexpected as the last. All of a sudden I could feel that familar pulse in my gut, a second heartbeat other than my own finally echoing within the belly fat. Needless to say what follwed hurt like a mother fucker.

I am not happy about it. I should be happy but I can only feel a swell of pity for this poor thing in my arms....for it was a child born of my disgusting, abominable flesh you see. That means that it too must one day confront the same aweful truth that I, my last child and of course my parent had to face.

We are "Unions", the so-called perfect humans born from science...and from a woman scorned. A total lesbian man-hating bitch who sought to recreate the human race without gender, men who finally knew and understood a woman's pain and was rid of the "primative testostron driven insticts that plagued all men". All she did was bring us to life, a race of unich abominations born without the ability to love or to even feel much of anything, forced to bare new life against our own will at whatever time our own bodies decide. Oh sure, we are even more powerful and capable of feats beyond the species that created us, but for what? What good is all this genetic perfection given to us?

I can only imagine the sheer repulse and hatred the first of our kind felt when they were told of why they were born, so much so that they mutilated their own physical perfection through the same science that created them. Mutating themselves into the form that I and my peers were thus born with, all so that the first of us could give a middle finger to the humans that brought us into existence....especially that woman, may she rot in hell for her sexist ways...

It is a disgusting existence, one that I never wanted for my last child, one that I never wanted for this baby now sleeping in my arms. I had no say in the matter but all the same I feel that it's all my fault, my fault that now this child will grow up wondering why he is a Union in the first place, why our species even exists. I don't know if i can even tell him, it was just too painful to tell my last child. I've done enough to this poor little one just by baring him, telling him the truth of his life would be just as cruel an act. What would he do if he learned the truth? Would he even accept it? Go into a fit of rage? Decide to seek out and kill as many humans as he can? Or would he just commit suicide out of sheer disgust and shame of his own existence?

I am not happy about having bared this child. I should be happy but I can only feel a swell of pity for this poor thing in my arms....