25th CENTURY (33)

When Mary was talking with her dolls promised when she grows up will become a doctor and will bring many children. They asked her, what will become of us? I'll always have you with me, assuring them ...
When she came to Oneiroupolis, along with the books brought up dolls primarily to the head of the bed. Now feel strongly the need desperately to make the second part of the girl’s dream. She wanted a child of hew own. She could not afford the idea that in her womb would increase a child that the possibility to be hers would be one in eight, and that his father would be unknown.
She understood the logic of Konstantin. Random sperm will inseminate random ovum. With the in vitro fertilization could be pregnant all women, and there were likely to have twins. The babies from the first day would be in the jurisdiction of Konstantin and Alexander and his mother will not know more about the child she birth. So while everyone will feel that they participate, they could not know who’s was the child, indeed the children would be all’s children. It would be easiest and desalting, flashed suddenly the idea in her mined.
No, she will entail a child who would be part of herself and from this father. She will be the first pregnant and hiding her pregnancy, with this thought that she can singled out her child. She will see it to grow ...
She took a bath with diligence and slipped a short red dress, put over it her medical robe. Left free of hair and put two drops of perfume behind the ears. She was ready to allure the father of her child. Went to his room and because she knew his plan was sure that this time will be asleep. 'I will catch him sleeping', she thought and smiled. She nook the door and when she saw him felt upset.
-Mary? What happens?
-Hi Alexander, I spend a good evening to say ...
-Good evening, said the young surprised and bringing her to reddening with her stupid lie.
-Good evening.
-Good evening, she heard from inside the voice of Konstantin.
-Good evening Konstantin, said Mary and was ready to run.
Alexander finally opened the door.
-Come in...
The love and wisdom that were in Biologist eyes made to feel guilt for the argument, but when he having a look at the distinctive red dress got up and left, the need that pushed up her there, returned. She avoided his eyes just watching around. 'My God, what do we do now? She thought.
-Do you want juice? Asked her.
-Yes, get me some.
Opened a small refrigerator and took a bowl of freshly cut fruit. He put them to the juice machine and pushed the button.
-Juicetherapy or chemotherapy, said.
He was wearing only his form. The manual work had drills of the body and the back she sees now, was back of a strong man. She remembered the boy who had been seen before seven years and the tenderness extinguished the embarrassment. He was her favourite boy. She went behind him and embraced.

Put his face in the torrent of her black hair, kissed every pore of her body with an almost metaphysical longing, as if he wanted to capture in his mind every detail of their love as if it has guided the whole humanity to it, gave all his soul, his whole spirit, but not his sperm ...
She got up tired and dressed. Se said nothing and nothing he asked.
She understood that he was no longer her boy. Konstantin won him and logic. Left disappointed.