"Sex-change, to be precise."
Adamma, once know as Adam, nodded toward the group of men incessantly as he proposed this movement.
"Ever since the rise of The Woman, we have suffered. We can't get good jobs, and if we do, we're not paid half as much. We can't have a child without a woman unless we want to be ridiculed by society at large. Not to mention that we are constantly defined by women as a rule. I'm sick of it. So I've performed this experiment. I would like for you all to watch."
The dilapidated theater, where old football posters, flat screens, and lawn chairs were scattered like casualties of war, twenty men sat waiting. They were here for the cure to the ailment that was this matriarchal society.
What they fail to realize is that no matter what documentaries on sex changes, disguises, protest, and getting in good with the female leaders of the time, they will always lack the driving force of Mother's Nation: The Power to Bear Children.
Not to say that anyone ever had kids anymore, ever since the rise of Mother, women have felt no need to join with males in matrimony or sports or corporate systems. The world population was dwindling, sure-- and the youngest on the entire Earth was thirty-- but who cared anymore? Woman had discovered the chromosome light switch to turn off aging. Well, maybe not 'aging', but at least turning off death.
Some say that is what catalyzed it all. Without the fear of death-- fears like society accepting you for marrying or finding the right man or getting a better job were child's play. Even if there weren't any children.
Some think that this was all in the making many moons ago, when men began to wear slimmy jeans and cardigans. These were produced with GMO cotton and genetically modified wool-- these men went sterile thanks to Monsanto. And, out of a fear that we no longer live under, they grew old and alone and died.
I know the truth, though. It was when Johnna Smith (now President) was in her mother's library of feminist literary magazines and read an article on the suppression of femalia since the dawn of time.
"Logically, we will have our day in the sun where the man is under our thumbs..."
Furthermore, this specific journal explained the decades of steps needed to be taken to remove power from men:
Become strippers - this facilitates close-up observation of the man, and allows women to implant subliminal suggestion to them such as "I'll go to the clubs to support these smart women." and "I only enjoy these magazines for the articles." It wasn't long before these two suppositions became true and began to shift men into a more genitally altruistic sex.
Become the victim they think you are - this meant skimpier clothing, dafter demeanor, general inability to remember important things, and the like. This process took much work, and was intended to disarm the new fair sex.
Develop your space - this vague idea was vital in the journal: create a world which you want to live in. Develop a world where protectors, chest hair, and semen are no longer a priority. This involved increasing homeland security of fully-automated robots, declaring peace with the remainder of the world, and unknowingly utilizing spermicidal GMOS.
Our president has begun to put most of these into effect over the past few years. That was really only the icing on the cake. Scholars have argued the real beginning of the rise of woman for decades. These factors were not vital to the undergoing. They merely tipped the weights even more.
Today's man walks down the street, avoiding eye contact with the woman-- attempting to conceal some of the more appealing attributes of his physique. The slimmy jeans and tank tops that they were fashionably accustomed to were enticing to a small percentage-- but that percentage was nomadic and ravenous for a man that they could get their hands on.
These brutes of women would hone in on a lonely male and find their way into his life, controlling and violating him in ways that they saw fit. Their mental justification was governed by the rule of come-uppins, "You deserve this, mut, your fathers probably raped more than you know. Come here, give me what you hide." These kinds of things were ignored by the general whole of society-- no one wanted to admit that some of the movement, of this new world were going off the deep end.
Perhaps this isn't what the movement was intending-- the total subordination of the male sex... But it was only fair to the woman.
These men sat in old strip clubs, theaters, Hooters-- all hiding their own uprising. They were sick of these times. In the eyes of society, men were no longer fit parents, a multitude of commercials and movies pointing this out in comedic detail. Men were idiots-- they were dogs, and they weren't worth the money that they made. Man was on the fall, and woman was on the rise. Maybe man would have another chance when they learned their lesson, or maybe there was another way.
"Today, in this very space... I am offering you a chance. A choice. I am no longer Adam. I am Adamma. Will you join me in society-- or remain a shadow of what humanity once was?"
There were murmurs amongst the slim, well-manicured men. They were all trying to fit into the stringent mold cast of society. They all wanted to look good-- in hopes of being with woman. They were slim, fit, well groomed, well spoken, and more gentle than they realized.
One man rose their hand. Then another, and they both stood up.
"I have brothers in the country... I need a better job. I can't find anything better than cleaning up after automatons at factories."
"And I'm... Just so alone."
The male to female ratio had swayed from 40-50% to 10-80% in favor of woman. Men lost their will to live. Men lost their hope. Men lost their companions. Only a few were lucky enough to find solace in their brothers in harm. Others found it natural to find companions in love and strife with their fellows.
Five more began to stand... Hesitantly moving toward the front.
"We're ready..." one says.
The leader stood tall, smiling. "There is a doctor in the back room. Welcome to Womanhood."
A tragic story today, as we learn from the autopsy of the case of Adam Wade and his men-- our first deaths in fifty years. Officers report that they were found, having bled out during illegal operations. Officers suspect that an unknown offender had entered the building and used surgical instruments to end their lives. Mother rest their souls.
What they fail to realize is that no matter what documentaries on sex changes, disguises, protest, and getting in good with the female leaders of the time, they will always lack the driving force of Mother's Nation: The Power to Bear Children.
Not to say that anyone ever had kids anymore, ever since the rise of Mother, women have felt no need to join with males in matrimony or sports or corporate systems. The world population was dwindling, sure-- and the youngest on the entire Earth was thirty-- but who cared anymore? Woman had discovered the chromosome light switch to turn off aging. Well, maybe not 'aging', but at least turning off death.
Some say that is what catalyzed it all. Without the fear of death-- fears like society accepting you for marrying or finding the right man or getting a better job were child's play. Even if there weren't any children.
Some think that this was all in the making many moons ago, when men began to wear slimmy jeans and cardigans. These were produced with GMO cotton and genetically modified wool-- these men went sterile thanks to Monsanto. And, out of a fear that we no longer live under, they grew old and alone and died.
I know the truth, though. It was when Johnna Smith (now President) was in her mother's library of feminist literary magazines and read an article on the suppression of femalia since the dawn of time.
"Logically, we will have our day in the sun where the man is under our thumbs..."
Furthermore, this specific journal explained the decades of steps needed to be taken to remove power from men:
Become strippers - this facilitates close-up observation of the man, and allows women to implant subliminal suggestion to them such as "I'll go to the clubs to support these smart women." and "I only enjoy these magazines for the articles." It wasn't long before these two suppositions became true and began to shift men into a more genitally altruistic sex.
Become the victim they think you are - this meant skimpier clothing, dafter demeanor, general inability to remember important things, and the like. This process took much work, and was intended to disarm the new fair sex.
Develop your space - this vague idea was vital in the journal: create a world which you want to live in. Develop a world where protectors, chest hair, and semen are no longer a priority. This involved increasing homeland security of fully-automated robots, declaring peace with the remainder of the world, and unknowingly utilizing spermicidal GMOS.
Our president has begun to put most of these into effect over the past few years. That was really only the icing on the cake. Scholars have argued the real beginning of the rise of woman for decades. These factors were not vital to the undergoing. They merely tipped the weights even more.
Today's man walks down the street, avoiding eye contact with the woman-- attempting to conceal some of the more appealing attributes of his physique. The slimmy jeans and tank tops that they were fashionably accustomed to were enticing to a small percentage-- but that percentage was nomadic and ravenous for a man that they could get their hands on.
These brutes of women would hone in on a lonely male and find their way into his life, controlling and violating him in ways that they saw fit. Their mental justification was governed by the rule of come-uppins, "You deserve this, mut, your fathers probably raped more than you know. Come here, give me what you hide." These kinds of things were ignored by the general whole of society-- no one wanted to admit that some of the movement, of this new world were going off the deep end.
Perhaps this isn't what the movement was intending-- the total subordination of the male sex... But it was only fair to the woman.
These men sat in old strip clubs, theaters, Hooters-- all hiding their own uprising. They were sick of these times. In the eyes of society, men were no longer fit parents, a multitude of commercials and movies pointing this out in comedic detail. Men were idiots-- they were dogs, and they weren't worth the money that they made. Man was on the fall, and woman was on the rise. Maybe man would have another chance when they learned their lesson, or maybe there was another way.
"Today, in this very space... I am offering you a chance. A choice. I am no longer Adam. I am Adamma. Will you join me in society-- or remain a shadow of what humanity once was?"
There were murmurs amongst the slim, well-manicured men. They were all trying to fit into the stringent mold cast of society. They all wanted to look good-- in hopes of being with woman. They were slim, fit, well groomed, well spoken, and more gentle than they realized.
One man rose their hand. Then another, and they both stood up.
"I have brothers in the country... I need a better job. I can't find anything better than cleaning up after automatons at factories."
"And I'm... Just so alone."
The male to female ratio had swayed from 40-50% to 10-80% in favor of woman. Men lost their will to live. Men lost their hope. Men lost their companions. Only a few were lucky enough to find solace in their brothers in harm. Others found it natural to find companions in love and strife with their fellows.
Five more began to stand... Hesitantly moving toward the front.
"We're ready..." one says.
The leader stood tall, smiling. "There is a doctor in the back room. Welcome to Womanhood."
A tragic story today, as we learn from the autopsy of the case of Adam Wade and his men-- our first deaths in fifty years. Officers report that they were found, having bled out during illegal operations. Officers suspect that an unknown offender had entered the building and used surgical instruments to end their lives. Mother rest their souls.
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