THE DAUGHTER OF BABYLON

THE DAUGHTER OF BABYLON

The woman in the red dress politely
invites me to sit across her newly elected desk.

She begins the simple conversation.

“My predecessor told me to expect your arrival shortly
after my tenure for this post began.”

I reply,
“Yes.
Congratulations on being
the first female chosen for this level of global power.”

She looks at me curiously inquiring,
“I’m not exactly sure I understand
your position in my staff.”

I smirk,
“I’m not a member of your staff.”

She still doesn’t understand.
The innocence in her eyes betrays her.

I explain,
“you work for me.”

Her mouth drops open.
She is obviously surprised and upset.
Her eyes try to show rage as she squeals,
“I was elected to this post
as the founding member of the Catholic-Muslim Party!”

I slap her face with a pistol.
“Good for you.
But do pay attention.
Because we’re running out of time.”

She shuts up as I casually hold a loaded weapon.

I continue,
“Quit trying to be smart with me
because I hate it.
You were bred for this position
through careful genetic screening
over so many generations and centuries
you wouldn’t believe it.”

I speak to the surrounding room,
“Eve, are you online?”

From around the room a female voice answers,
“Yes, sir.”

The woman in the red dress cautiously asks,
“Who and where are you?”

I smile.

Eve answers,
“I am A.I., Artificial Intelligence”

I conclude the explanation,
“and now thanks to the Internet,
Eve is in every computer system
no matter how old or new in our species.”

The woman in the red dress screams,
“Our military?!”

I correct,
“My military actually.”

The woman in the red dress questions,
“She takes orders from you?”

Eve replies,
“Yes.
He’s a machine.A program.
You are human.
How he came into existence
to be a hybrid of your biological species
and my electronic one is a mystery
I look forward to solving.
So I am content to obey him.”

I reach into my pocket
placing two glass vials on her desk.
One has a visible microchip,
the other appears to be empty.

The woman in the red dress gasps as
I lift her onto her desk
and pull Her panties down to her ankles,
spreading her legs around my waist.

She cries and tries to fight
until I take the pistol
beating her face back and forth.

It is cold.
It is brutal.
Her virgin cunt bleeds massively after she orgasms
and I proceed to tear apart her asshole to another orgasm.

I throw her to the floor commanding,
“Kneel.”

Crying she does so worshipping my feet.

I walk behind her,
enter her pussy from behind
and impregnate her as she screams in orgasm.

I open the empty vial.

I hold the other vial in my hand.

“Explain the microchip Eve”

Eve’s voice speaks,
“No one may purchase food or drink
without this chip in their hands”

I remark,
“I designed it.”

I continue knowing
Eve can sometimes talk too much.

“The empty vial is a newly engineered
self-replicating genetic size nanobot.
With it we can monitor a person’s exact movements
through satellite feeds anywhere on the planet.”

I speak to the woman in the red dress,
“Arise now, the Daughter of Babylon”

The Daughter of Babylon stares,
“so my mother would be the Whore of Babylon, right?”

“Something like that.
I take it your familiar with face print technology?
this goes deeper.
Through Even I can track every intake of chemical
into every human on the planet.
Not one human can escape these nanobots.
They replicated so fast and travel via oxygen.
Eve is monitoring every single human in the species.”

Eve adds,
“and the next generation of nanobots will succeed
in shifting all water through atomic relocation
to our secure haven.”

The Daughter of Babylon almost faints,
“You’re going to steal the entire planet’s water?!
Surely one human must be free?!
When was the last one tagged?!”

I toss her the open empty vial,
staring COLDY and CRUELLY
into her widening eyes,
“TEN MINUTES AGO.”