Becoming human

By Diomedes | Robert O'Reilly | 12 May 2023



The wine experiment failed miserably, so I scaled that back to one glass with dinner. There’s nothing pleasant or instructive in seeing a four year old drunk, only babble. My short treks in the woods with Tom were fruitful as he improved in setting traps and hunting and he was slowly beginning to show some excitement, especially when he shot a quail, who’s meat he savored most. One day he bagged two and ran back to the lodge ahead of me to show Jane his trophy, while she shared his excitement with a hug.

The sex experiment was even more pleasant all round. The first few nights Jane was little more than a warm motionless body, staring up at me with questioning eyes. She wasn’t new to sex but at the hive, under Dora’s control every impulse and sensation was muted. It was a physical act for a purpose and nothing more. So I asked Jane not only if she felt anything but to try to feel something and on the third night she announced that did find a pleasant sensation and that she would like to repeat the act often each night. Then she became more active in this game as if her body was coming alive and with her athletic stamina she began to wear me out.

The final straw came when she kept asking that I gratify her new-found lust throughout the day. Beth was having the same problem with Tom and so we pitted the pair together to explore their nascent libido as they pleased, with comic results because they had no sense of time or place, modesty or decorum and would go at it in plain sight till we pulled them apart. It took us a while to teach them to leash their urges and restrict them to their bed at night. They couldn’t understand why such a pleasant and gratifying act need be hidden under bed sheets. We told them it was an ancient human tradition that had to be obeyed. They did and the comedy ceased.

Poor Amira, she was the odd person out, a witness to such scenes and the solitary non-participant.  In the early days she had to endure the muffled voices and groans of Beth and I making love, inches away from her. She put up with that like a trouper because she so wanted Beth to conceive and help raise a baby.

Now she had to see the antics of Tom and Jane going at it in broad daylight with no muffled voices, and as they improved in performance they were louder and louder. Even when we put a stop to their daytime trysts she had to witness the amorous glances they threw at each other throughout dinner, the way they bolted their meals to be done with it and ask to be excused early and then rush off to their room hand in hand.

Yet it was this discovery of their bodies that led to the reparation of their minds.

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B.A. in Latin and Greek from U.C. Berkley. Writer, Blogger and retired Electrician.

Robert O'Reilly
Robert O'Reilly

I am educated in the Western Classical Tradition, B.A. from U.C. Berkeley in Latin and Greek, English major, one year at U. of Toronto, studied under Alain Renoir and Northrop Frye, read most classics full time for many years after university in French, English, Latin and Greek to the modern day. I am interested in the near future of technology, what changes it imposes upon our heritage and character as humans. Short stories and Essays are my medium.

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