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case collapsed, leaving behind a thin metal square securely clutched in her
fist. She shoved it inside the suit coat pocket and looked away from the sea of
female faces. It was the same everywhere she went.
    No men.
    “The president’s view on our need to stay
healthy as sexual beings was like an endorsement for us. She’s always been a
strong supporter of women embracing sexuality and after that speech I expect
next quarter sales for both gender bots to skyrocket.”
    “Sexed Up products have the best reputation
in the market,” Randi agreed. “That’s one of the reasons I accepted your job
offer.”
    “And we’re very excited about you being VP
of our Design Department. I’ll take you to the Human Initiative Department
later today for processing and your employee chip.” Ellen linked her arm
through Randi’s and leaned in to whisper. “How goes the work on this new
prototype you hinted about?” Ellen directed her toward the elevators. “It’s all
the buzz in the company that we’ve hired the best designer in the industry. I
just can’t wait to see this new model you teased me about during your
interview.”
    “I can’t wait to get started on the
project,” Randi said, not adding the project was progressing faster than
anticipated. She didn’t want anyone to know the prototype was completed and in
the final stages. Even though Ellen was one of the leaders in the secret
faction dedicated to re-creating the male gender, she knew it unwise to discuss
in a public setting.
    Only Ellen and the financial backers knew
the truth about Randi’s project. If word leaked out Sexed Up was attempting to
create the impossible, then the corporation would be shut down and those
involved imprisoned without a trial, thanks to the law passed in Congress
twenty years ago, banning all human male DNA research.
    If their secret research was successful
then her creation wouldn’t just revolutionize Sexed Up, he would turn the world
on its axis! That is, if she could keep the second-generation cloning from
degrading during mass production. Cloning him would be her next challenge.
    They stopped in front of an elevator and
Ellen waved her hand over the wall panel. The elevator doors swooshed open and
they stepped inside. A few employees started to enter, but upon seeing their
president inside politely waved and took a step back to await the next
elevator.
    As the doors closed, Ellen put her finger
to her lips and then pressed the ruby on the bracelet she wore. An electronic
click sounded and she released her breath.
    “Now, we can talk without fear of anyone
listening in,” Ellen said and leaned against the elevator wall, folding her
arms over her chest. “So how is it really going? The Board is pressing for an
update. How did the package I sent you last week test out?” Ellen asked with an
excited glint in her eyes.
    “It was the best sample I’ve had so far,”
Randi said, feeling awkward and reluctant to speak openly about the project.
    “I assure you I’m the only one who can hear
you.”
    Randi nodded, knowing Ellen wanted
reassurance the black-market DNA had been worth the exorbitant price.
    “It didn’t have the flaws of the previous
material you purchased?” Ellen asked, referring to the other samples Randi had
bought on her own before accepting employment with Sexed Up. That DNA had been
fourth and fifth generation instead of second generation as claimed.
    “The sample was exactly as advertised,” she
nodded. “No flaws. Definitely original material.”
    “Excellent,” Ellen sighed and unfolded her
arms. Her blue eyes danced with energy. “It’s just impossible to believe we’re
so close.”
    “I’m honored to be on the project.” Randi
had agreed to take on the mission not for the fame, but because she believed it
was her sacred purpose in life. The current government had placed humankind on
a suicide course with its legal bans on male DNA research.
    “As long as he’s disguised as a sex toy