RB-X-17

Chapter 5

Sensing the press of people coming up the stairs behind her, Regina walked out the door and into the warm light that came down from the brilliant yellow ball in the blue expanse above.

It’s just like my dream, she thought.

Behind her, Regina heard John gasp, “Oh…There’s…There are no walls…no ceiling…It just goes on and on…Oooh, I feel dizzy…”

Regina turned around and saw Beatrice take John’s hand. “Look down at the ground for now,” she said. “Don’t worry, I think we’ll get used to it.”

“I remember this,” Regina said. “This is called…’outside.’”

“It’s beautiful,” Julie said. She pointed at something in the distance. “Look, those are mountains way over there. And look at that river—that’s what a ribbon of running water is called—with all the trees growing along it.”

A beta-two who was standing nearby and gawking at the scenery said, “Those don’t look like any trees I’ve ever seen.”

“They’re not fruit trees,” Julie said. “There are a lot of kinds of trees the System doesn’t have.”

“So you understand all this?” Regina asked Julie.

“All alphas learn a little about the pre-world, but I’ve only seen images; I never imagined that I would see any of this in person. Honestly, I was never completely sure that the pre-world actually existed. I thought it might be just an ancient myth, or a story made up by the higher-level alphas.”

“Well,” said a dark-haired man who approached them, “we thought reassertion was a myth, too. But as it turns out, our memories have been all around us this entire time, encoded in the DNA of long-dormant viruses. Over the next several days, each of us will recover more memories as each strain of virus finds the person it was made for.”

“Hello, TK-Y-15,” Julie said.

“Theo,” the man replied. “Theo Katapodis.” He looked at Regina and said, “It’s nice to meet you in person…What is your name now?”

“Regina,” she replied. “Regina Ba- ow!”

She put a hand on her side, near the lowest part of her stomach, and bent forward a little. The pain felt like she’d been jabbed with something sharp. She looked at Julie.

“What the hell?” Regina said, grimacing. “What is this?”

“Well,” Julie replied slowly, “judging by where your hand is, I think…I think you’re ovulating.”

“Really?” Regina replied. Wracking her memory, she went on, “I…I don’t remember it hurting like this.”

“It’s probably because you’ve never done it before,” Julie said. “I mean, this clone body hasn’t. Which I expect will be the case for all of- Ah, fuck!” she cried, grabbing her own side. Then she grunted, “As I thought…It’s painful for all of us.”

Regina and Julie sat down on a rock, and over the next few minutes, their pain faded away. During that time, the two women and Theo talked, and each of them realized that they were recovering more and more of their originals’ memories—not just the events of their lives, but things they were meant to do when this day came. This day, when the war was a thousand years in the past, and the residual radiation on the surface of the Earth had finally died down to a safe level.

A steady stream of people had been emerging from the stairway and onto the sloping, grassy area, but Regina noticed that the stream was wider now. She looked back and saw that the doorway—which she hadn’t thought to look at until now—was set in a flat wall of rock. She also noticed that there was a second, larger doorway with a metal gate. At present, that gate was open, and people were emerging from an elevator beyond the doorway. When the last of them walked through the door, the gate closed, and then the elevator car sank down out of sight. Now, in the approaching group of people, Regina saw someone she knew.

“Hey there,” said KH-Y-21, now Kenneth Han. “We found an elevator next to the stairwell. It took some work to get it running, but we figure we’re going to want it to haul up everything that we’ll need to start building homes and farms on the surface.”

“Actually,” Regina replied, “there are some other things I’d like you to bring up here first.” 

Shortly thereafter, when the elevator again reached the surface, Regina saw a tall, swarthy woman step off who wore neither a beta-style jumpsuit nor an alpha-three earth-tone ensemble but a black dress whose skirt reached her ankles. Regina had no idea who she was, but apparently Julie and Theo did, because they stood up when she approached.

“LG-X-17,” Theo said. “Welcome to the surface. Are the other alpha-twos coming up, as well?”

“No,” LG-X-17 replied. “I’m just here to inform you that we will be staying below for now. Repopulating the Earth from a few thousand individuals will require the broadest genetic base possible; therefore, we will need to produce clones from every alpha-one genome we have. We also have genomes for a great many domestic animals, which we will need to begin cloning, also.” 

“You can start on that tomorrow,” Regina replied. “Right now, it’s important that everyone be up here on the surface.”

The woman blinked at Regina, probably because she had never before had a beta tell her what to do, or even spoken directly to a beta. But then LG-X-17 nodded.

“All right,” she said. “And…just so you know…my name is Lara Gomez.”

Regina smiled, and Lara headed back to the elevator to get the other alpha-twos. Theo accompanied her.

At this point, Regina wanted to look for Rennie, but she had a job to do—an all-important one. So she looked at Julie and at the other women who had begun gathering around them.

“We need to get pregnant,” Regina said. “As soon as we can.”

“She’s right,” Julie said. “With only a few thousand of us, it would be easy for a disease or a natural disaster to come along and wipe us all out, or reduce our numbers to the point that our species isn’t viable anymore.”

“So,” said DO-X-18, a voluptuous Latina from Regina’s work group who now went by Dolores Ortega, “we should just, what, grab a man and get to it?”

“Not just one man,” Regina replied. “Each of us should fuck a lot of different men.”

Julie nodded. “That will maximize our genetic diversity.”

“So,” said PW-X-14, who now called herself Paula Whitaker, “what you’re saying is, we need to have a huge gangbang for the sake of humanity.”

“That’s exactly what I’m saying,” Regina replied.

“Well, that will be…new,” Julie said. She had never had sex more than once in a day, and not usually more than once every few weeks. “How do you suggest we go about it? Everybody just lies down in the grass and goes at it with whoever’s closest?”

“I’m thinking of something more organized,” Regina replied. Then she explained her plan.

***

Over the next hour, Regina and the other women she’d spoken to spread the word about their plan. No one seemed to have any objections. At the same time, Ken and others used the newly functioning elevator to bring furniture—beds, sofas, tables, chairs, and even beanbag chairs from the creches—up from the complex. These were placed in a line per Regina’s instructions.

Eventually, the line of furniture stretched for hundreds of meters. Each bed, chair, or table was then claimed by a woman or girl of childbearing age. Then the men and post-pubescent boys formed a series of lines in front of each of the women, who variously sat or lay down on whatever piece of furniture they had.

Regina had chosen a padded table from one of the medical rooms. It was tall enough to allow an adult man to fuck her standing up, but there would also be the option to lie down or take up any other sexual position Regina and her partner cared to use. And she planned to use a lot of them.

The blonde, teenage CT-X-20—now going by Courtney—stopped in front of Regina, looking a bit uncertain.

“So, um,” she said, “do I just…?”

“Just grab a bed, a chair, or whatever’s available,” Regina replied. “This is nothing you haven’t done before.”

“Yeah, but getting pregnant…having a baby…feels like a big deal,” the teenager said. “But…I guess I can handle it, because, you know, I did it before. I mean, the first me did it.”

“Atta girl,” Regina said. “Now, go get yourself knocked up.”

Courtney giggled and replied, “Okay.” Then she scampered off.

“I can’t believe we’re doing this,” Julie said as she stripped naked—Regina smiled at the woman’s neatly groomed blonde bush—and sat down on the edge of a bed that was next to Regina’s table. “I’ve never been this…excited.”

Regina smiled lustily at her and replied, “Oh, you’re about to be even more excited.”

Per Regina’s plan, each woman would fuck as many men as her endurance would allow; then she would rest, and another woman would take her place. Likewise, the men would each fuck as many different women as they could, moving from the front of one line to the back of another so as to recover their stamina before the time came to pump another load of cum into another woman. The women not in the initial group would help out as needed, bringing up food and water for everyone and keeping an eye on the preadolescent kids (many of whom, Regina was pleased to note, insisted on being allowed to watch the coming events). Quite a few women offered to help the men waiting in line get good and hard before their turn came.

Regina stood in front of her table and stripped off her coverall with relish. Paula, who was among the women who were helping out before they took their turn on the furniture, was passing by, and the naked Regina handed the garment to her.

“Someone else can have this if they want it,” Regina said. “Unless it becomes absolutely necessary, I don’t plan to wear clothes ever again.”

Paula blushed and replied, “Well, that’s an interesting idea…” Then, coverall in hand, she moved on. 

Unsurprisingly, several men chose Regina first, forming a significant line in front of her. What was surprising was that the man she’d been searching for until she got too busy planning this orderly orgy now stood at the head of that line. Regina sat on the edge of the table with her thighs parted, allowing the dark-haired man to move close to her. He held his hard cock—a rather nicely sized one, in Regina’s opinion—in his hand.

“Rennie,” she said as her twin brother stepped up between her legs. She felt warmth in her chest, her thighs, and her pussy, love and lust commingling indistinguishably.

“Hey, um…Sis,” Reynold Barnes said, his tone sweetly awkward. “There are still a lot of gaps in my new memories, and I don’t think I’ll ever remember everything. But I do remember that sex with you was one of the best things—maybe the best thing—in my life. And…and I remember really wanting to make a baby with you.”

“That was your dream since the day we learned how babies were made,” Regina replied. Then she gave him a naughty smile and added, “Now, make it real.”

Regina looked down at her brother’s big, hard cock—not least because focusing on her own horniness would keep her from bursting into tears at having her brother back. There would be plenty of time for that later. She moved her eyes back up to his face and smiled at him lustily.

“Fuck me, Rennie,” she breathed. “Put a baby in me.”

He didn’t delay; he just positioned his cock between her pussy lips and pushed. Regina was so wet that he went in easily despite his size. Both of them moaned as Rennie’s big member sank into Regina’s pussy to the hilt.

“Ohhh, yes, Rennie,” Regina breathed, gently wrapping both her arms and her legs around him. “It feels so good to have you inside me…where you belong…”

“Yes…I do…I can feel it…” he breathed, embracing her.

He pumped her slowly. Regina drank in the sensations: his broad chest pressed against her breasts, his strong arms around her, his thick cock moving inside her, and his eyes as they looked into hers.

“Yessss,” Regina breathed. “We were born for this…”

In the back of her mind, Regina knew that this body hadn’t been born at all—just decanted. But that didn’t matter. She might have been raised as RB-X-17, but Regina Barnes was who she was always meant to be.

She wrapped her legs around Rennie’s hips to help him fuck her as she worked her own hips forward and back to the extent that her seated position on the table allowed. The sensation was both familiar and strange; in their first lives, Regina and Rennie had fucked many, many times, but never with the fully grown bodies they had now. Regina was so glad to be able to experience Rennie that way, even if it had taken centuries for her to get the chance.

They breathed together, in rhythm with their movements, as they had done so many times before. Each time the speed of their fucking increased, Regina couldn’t even tell whether it had been she or Rennie who had initiated it, so attuned were they to each other.

Now, she held him tight with her arms and worked her legs and ass as they fucked hard and fast. She could hear his utter, unbridled lust for her in his every breath and grunt, feel it in every thrust of his hips and every flex of his lower back. Most of all, she felt it in the hardness and girth of his cock as it plunged into her, hammering her pussy the way she loved.

She sensed that he was seconds away from his climax. So she squeezed her eyes shut and fucked her hips against him as hard as she could, feeling her own orgasm rising.

“AAAAAAAAH!” Rennie shouted, and when Regina felt his hot cum shoot straight up into her womb, she cried out “AAAAAAIIII!” and squeezed her brother tightly with her arms and legs and cunt as she came hard.

When Rennie pulled out of her, Regina moved over a little to make room for him on the table. They lay side by side for a moment, both of them gasping for breath as Rennie’s seed oozed copiously from Regina’s pussy. Regina didn’t mind at all if her brother ended up being the one whose semen fertilized her egg. Their family carried very few recessive genes, and several of Regina’s ancestors—some born as recently as a generation before the original Regina—had been none the worse for being the product of incest.

Despite how hard they had fucked, neither Regina nor Rennie needed more than a few moments to catch their breath. Regina guessed that Rennie had been as sexually active as she was down in the System and therefore was similarly fit.

“So,” Regina said, “I was wondering—is there any chance that you wrote Alpha Passion? Because that’s my new favorite book, and it had to have been written by someone as horny as I am.”

Sheepishly, Rennie replied, “Uh, yeah, that was me.” More soberly, he went on, “You know, I only remember you as a kid, and as a teenager. But I always knew you’d be super-sexy as an adult. And I was right.”

“I thought the same thing about you,” she said. Then she sat up, sniffled once, and blinked before adding, “We can talk all we want later. Right now, go fuck a dozen more women before I start crying.”

Rennie’s voice cracked a little as he chuckled feebly and replied, “If you say so.”

He sat up, kissed her softly on the lips, and walked away. Regina felt a pang, but she would see him again soon. And fuck him again. A lot.

Regina glanced over at Julie. She was on her back with her legs in the air as she was fucked by a large man. Regina recognized him as one of the well-hung beta-threes who had triple-fucked her in the corridor days earlier. The big guy was pumping Julie good and hard; she gasped and moaned loudly as she bucked her thighs against his hips.

Libido rating of two, my ass, Regina thought.

The man now at the head of Regina’s line approached her. Regina had fucked him many times, and even though he was no longer KH but Kenneth Han, she felt as comfortable with him—and as horny for him—as ever. 

So when he came near, Regina didn’t even speak. She just got up on all fours, turned around, and presented her wet pussy to the big Asian man. 

Ken, too, said nothing—at least, not until he was on his knees behind her on the table, his cockhead splitting Regina’s pussy-folds and pressing against her entrance. He leaned forward, putting his chest on her back and his lips to her ear.

“It feels different this time,” he murmured. “Knowing I could get you pregnant. It feels…better. More exciting.”

“Oh yes it does,” Regina breathed. “Now fuck me.”

Ken shoved his cock in, and Regina cried out in pleasure. Then he started fucking her at a solid pace; clearly, he’d gotten horny while waiting his turn, either from watching Rennie fuck her or with the help of one of the women who had volunteered to “prep” the waiting men.

Those other men in line are probably pre-aroused, too, Regina thought, even as she fucked her ass back against Ken’s thrusting hips. Which means they’re all going to fuck me good and hard right from the start. This is paradise.

She came right then, shouting “AAH!”, but Ken didn’t stop fucking her or even slow down; he only grunted harder as he used his considerable strength to keep pumping her despite the powerful grip of her pussy around his shaft. This only made Regina’s climax longer and stronger, but Ken would not be denied, forcing his cock into her with all his strength until he, too, cried out “UUUUUH!” and shot his load deep inside her.

“That…was…intense…” the man gasped, pulling out of Regina’s pussy.

“Oh fuck yes…” Regina breathed.

She turned over and took a moment to catch her breath, then said, “And I’m so happy for all the women you’ve never fucked before who are going to get to experience that today.” 

Ken glanced at the line of men behind him, then smiled at her as he replied, “Those guys are gonna be so glad they got in your line.” Then he got down from the table and moved on.

Regina again looked over at Julie. Her latest man had just finished, too, and Julie was just sitting up.

“How are you doing over there, Julie?” Regina asked.

Julie turned her head to look at Regina. She was breathing hard, and wisps of her blonde hair were stuck to her sweaty forehead. Her normally fair face was utterly flushed with both exertion and exhilaration.

“This is…exhausting…” Julie panted, “but…amazing…”

The next man in Regina’s line was a tall, slim, black-skinned fellow whom Regina had never met before. But the khaki pants he just taken off indicated that he was an alpha-three. And apparently, he knew her, and very well.

“Hi,” he said as he approached. “I’m Simon Rivè—SR-Y-18. I, ah, I used to audit your dreams.”

“Oh, really?” Regina replied. 

In the back of her mind, Regina had the brief thought that a lot of people would be angry about such an invasion of their privacy. But Regina had never much valued privacy, at least not when it came to her body and sex. In fact, she rather liked the idea that someone had seen her erotic dreams—especially the ones that were actually memories.

“Then you know how much I love to fuck,” Regina went on. She glanced down at Simon’s crotch—specifically, at his slender but long and hard cock—and added, “So pick a position and get that dick into me.”

“I think I would like you on top of me,” Simon replied. “Your energy is remarkable.” He chuckled and added, “Not to mention your breasts.”

“Glad you noticed those,” Regina replied saucily as she scooted back to make room for Simon on the table. “I’d been a little worried that alpha-threes might think they were above that sort of thing.”

“None of us is,” Simon replied. He climbed up on the table and added, “That’s what makes us human.”

“You’re damn right it is,” Regina replied. “Now lie down so I can ride that cock.”

Simon complied, lying down on his back and holding his erect cock up for Regina. She straddled his hips and eased herself down, impaling her pussy on his member. Despite his length, she managed to get him all the way up inside her before her thighs came to rest on his hips. He smiled up at her, his white teeth contrasting sharply with his dark face.

“Did you ever fantasize about this?” Regina asked. “About fucking me?”

“Now and then,” Simon confessed. “It seemed a harmless fantasy, since I never thought I would meet you in person.”

“Well, surprise,” Regina said. “You’re not just meeting me—you’re fucking me. So let’s get to it.”

She began to move up and down, savoring the sensation of his cockhead touching her deepest place at the end of each downstroke. Regina saw that his eyes were focused on her bobbing breasts, which both amused her and turned her on. She rode him a little faster, increasing the movement of her tits.

Simon couldn’t believe that he had actually come to the outside world, a place whose existence he had long suspected might be nothing more than a System-sanctioned fairy tale. But even more unbelievable than that was the fact that he was spending his first evening in that mythical realm having sex—not only with the sexiest beta he’d ever monitored but with, prospectively, quite a few other women. Simon, having a libido rating of seven, liked sex as much as most alphas, but never in his life had he had half as much of it in one day as he was going to have tonight. The whole idea was…very nice.

His smile breathless, Simon reached up and fondled Regina’s tits. Regina responded by riding him faster. Soon, Simon let go of her breasts and instead put his hands on her hips to help her fuck him, until she was bouncing hard and fast on his cock.

“Oh…fuck…” Regina grunted. “I’m…going…to…AHHHHH!”

She came, her cunt squeezing Simon’s cock hard. The man cried “UNNNAAAAH!” and fired a substantial load of semen straight up into Regina’s womb, making her orgasm even stronger.

Regina climbed off the panting Simon, who sat up and took a moment to catch his breath before he spoke.

“You know,” he said, “the originals—the ones who built the System—were right.”

“Right about what?” Regina asked.

“That the System needed some people like you. The human race is more likely to survive with you and your brother around.”

Regina chuckled. “Glad to be of help.”

Simon got down from the table and said, “We alpha-threes were taught to refer to this place as the ‘pre-world.’ But now I realize that ‘pre-world’ didn’t mean the world before the System; it meant the world before this one. The world we will all make together.”

“I agree,” Regina said. Then she smiled and said, “Now, we both have more ‘making’ to do.” 

Simon chuckled and went on his way, and the next man in line approached.

***

Regina outlasted everyone. She fucked man after man in every imaginable position, taking dozens of loads of fertile seed by the time the sky began to grow light.

And then, for the first time in a millennium, Regina Barnes—sweaty, sticky, exhausted, joyful—sat with her friends, old and new, and watched the sun rise. 

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Many thanks to Eh Steve for beta reading!

Author notes:

–This story was written in response to a request from my friend and fellow author, Lady Freelove.

–The main inspirations for this story’s dystopian setting were Aldous Huxley’s 1932 sci-fi novel Brave New World, George Lucas’s early film THX-1138, the classic 1970s sci-fi movie Logan’s Run, and 1999’s The Matrix.

–Each clone in the System is produced from preserved cells from the original donor, not from the previous clone. This prevents the problem of “replicative fading,” in which random errors introduced at each cloning accumulate until the clones aren’t viable anymore. At least, that’s how Dr. Pulaski explained it on Star Trek. :)

–The creators of the System couldn’t control every possible variable, especially the memory virus, which is why there were isolated incidents of premature reassertion before RB-X-17’s time.

–The bit when JE addresses Regina as RB-X-17 and she replies “My name is Regina Barnes” was inspired by the part of The Matrix when Agent Smith calls Keanu Reeve’s character “Mr. Anderson” and he replies, “My name is Neo.” In both cases, it’s the person choosing their true name over the arbitrary one that the system gave them.

–Likewise, the severe cramping Regina feels when she ovulates for the first time was inspired by the scene in The Matrix when Neo, having emerged into the real world, asks, “Why do my eyes hurt?” To which Morpheus replies, “Because you’ve never used them before.”

–The wastewater audit that TK-Y-15 mentions in chapter 3 is a real thing. “Wastewater surveillance” is a technique used to assess the prevalence of viral diseases (COVID, measles, etc) in a given area by measuring the amount of shed virus in sewage.

–The science bits in this story are based solely on my own limited knowledge of biology and would probably not stand up to expert scrutiny. But at least there’s a lot of fucking. :)