had removed their uteruses. Did you know a woman is born with a finite number of eggs?"
She shook her head. "I guess I never really thought about it." She didn't necessarily care to think about it now.
"No, you wouldn't need to." He shrugged. "Skip forward to our time, and the only women left are old and infertile. There's no way for the human race to keep going. All of the girl embryos were processed in that first generation. There are none left."
"But...the human race will die out!" Alicia had never heard of such a thing. How could they have allowed this to happen?
"A few years ago a religious colony was found that had moved to the backwoods of Wisconsin. They'd refused to give up the old ways, but there are very few young women there, because it was a small colony. One by one, the girls have been auctioned off. Groups of trillionaires buy them and share them."
Alicia blinked. "Groups? They're shared by groups of men?" She didn't even find the idea appealing. Of course, she was one of the last few virgins left on earth, but to have to be with more than one man? No, she'd stick with one.
"Four men per woma n is the norm. I've never heard of it any other way. I hate the idea of sharing, but if it's the only way to get a woman, how could I not want to? Unfortunately, the cost is too high. I'm a trillionaire, but I don't have the kind of money that would let me pay over a trillion dollars for a share of a woman. I'd have nothing left." He shook his head.
"You're a trillionaire? Girls in my time fantasize about billionaires." She'd never really cared to have a billionaire, but a man who could keep her in the manner to which she would love to become accustomed? She would like that a lot.
He laughed. "Not anymore." He raised her hand to his lips. "I wished for you, and you appeared to me. Will you stay here and marry me? Will you help the human race survive?"
She stared at him for a moment before she started giggling. "Well, that was certainly a marriage proposal I never expected to receive." Did he have any idea how ridiculous his words sounded?
Calor grinned. "I guess that sounded pretty corny, didn't it?" He sighed. "I watch a lot of old movies. I tend to get overdramatic and sappy at times." He took a sip of his water. "I always dreamed that I would find a woman. I've avoided relationships with other men, even though most men embrace their homosexuality today. I'm a closet hetero." He whispered the last words as if they were something shameful.
"It did sound corny. Let me process all this." Alicia smiled as the waiter came and stared at her for a moment.
"Can I take your order?" The young man couldn't take his eyes off Alicia as he asked the question.
Calor was obviously annoyed. "I'd like the lobster and baked potato." He nodded to Alicia. "You?"
Alicia felt uncomfortable under the waiter's stare. "I'd like a steak and baked potato, please."
"How do you want your steak cooked?" He didn't take his eyes off her as he stood with his pen poised to write her answer.
"Medium well, and I'd like the baked potato with butter, cheese and sour cream, please." She handed the waiter her menu, trying not to squirm under his intense stare. She knew she was an oddity in this time period, but did he have to make her feel like she was a freak of nature?
As the waiter walked away, Calor shook his head. "I'm afraid you'll get a lot of that if you don't marry right away. There will be men offering you everything in the world to get you to marry them. It would be easy for you to be a victim of kidnapping or even rape." He hated admitting that she was in danger in his time, but the simple fact was, there were way too few women and too many men. She would be appealing to everyone who saw her.
Alicia sighed, staring down at the table. She could see she'd have to make a decision soon. "Tell me about