Reprinted from WE MAGAZINE, June 1993

THE ULTIMATE APHRODISIAC
By Anise Nun

Nina's camel lifted his wispy, fringed tail in the excitement of the canter, and then thumped his wet, gleaming hide firmly. When they arrived at the inviting wetness of the oasis, the two women leaped off and walked their steeds to a soft, grassy dune and threw themselves down in cool relief.

Saina said, "My sweet cheeks are steaming from the friction."

"Hmmm. Give us a look," answered Nina. "Poor sultress. This is your first humpy ride. We went too far for your soft, milky skin. Give me a peek."

Saina loosened the knot, untied her sheer harem pants and let them fall to her hips, bending over for Nina's gaze.

Nina gently rolled her on her lap. "Oooh. Oooh. Sweet little dates." She slid the pants down to expose the swelling mounds. Nina patted Saina gently.

"Oooh. So warm like the desert sun," she said.

Saina giggled.

"What are you laughing at?" asked Nina.

"That's so nice." Saina continued to giggle.

"What?"

"Oh, I was thinking about poor Madame Mao Tse Tung. She once wrote: 'Although sex is engaging in the first rounds, what sustains interest in the long run is power.'"

Nina's soft palm touched the swelling mounds. "Sweet, dear little dates," she murmured. "How does it feel here?" Her exploring fingers probed deeper, down between the legs.

"It feels so wet and steamy and luring there. Oooh, that's nice. Don't you think she's absurd?" asked Saina.

"Take off your pants and let yourself feel the cool air," said Nina, tugging the pants down over Saina's thighs while keeping her nestled on her lap with the sweet bottom open to the breeze. "But Kissinger's worse."

"INTELLIGENCE IS THE ULTIMATE APHRODISIAC"

"Do it to me, oh please, do it to me," gasped Saina, not moving.

"Kissinger declared that power is the ultimate aphrodisiac."

"Power!" exclaimed Saina.

Nina picked up her camel whip and flicked it softly over the succulent pink flesh. "Well neither Madame Mao nor Henry Kissinger has ever been accused of actions designed to increase individual freedom and the power of the singularity."

"It's so hot there. Kiss it."

"What sustains interest in the long run is intelligence-increase. Do you want me too? Oooh, do it to me."

"Oh, yes," murmured Saina. She sat up, leaving her filmy pants around her ankles. She tumbled on to the green, moist grass, pulled Nina over her lap, loosened her pants and started whipping her wriggling buttocks, at first tenderly, then with more force.

"Intelligence is the Ultimate Aphrodisiac," gasped Saina.

"Oh yes," replied Nina.

In 1960 Out-Caste agents started circulating the rumor that Intelligence was the most important factor in human life.

They said:  "What else do you value?  Love?  Virtue?  Money?  Power?  Freedom?  Truth?  All of these can be enhanced by increasing intelligence.  A failure to increase intelligence can only diminish our ability to obtain and enjoy these goods."

Out-Caste Agents distributed bumper stickers saying:  INTELLIGENCE IS THE ULTIMATE APHRODISIAC

DIFFERENT VENERATIONS FOR DIFFERENT GENERATIONS

Rusty Shepherd?  Here's the romantic, cloak-and-dagger story of a deep-cover intelligence working effectively within the military control-centers of the Imperial Hive.

It is well known that the American Military and N.A.S.A. carefully screened its astronauts for hive-loyalty, blind-obedience and social-conformity.  Intuitively recognizing the genetic implications of space-exploration, the bureaucrats attempted to select heroes who would support Dom-Species values, who would not act as individuals.

N.A.S.A. was unaware, however, that a genetic selection process 2-1/2 billion years old was running the show.  First we note that the astronauts were volunteers.  They were young military officers who did not want to sit behind desks at headquarters.  Those that applied were ready.  Their nervous systems were geared for early mutation.

So it came to pass that exposure to the space environment unfailingly activated post-terrestrial circuits of the brain.  This is as obvious as saying that exposure to the breast starts the baby sucking.  Or that exposure to the naked beauty of a youth turns on the erotic circuits of a teen-age girl.  When a terrestrial brain is exposed to zero-gravity, space-radiation, the view of earth seen from space -- the activation occurs.

Almost every astronaut returned to the womb planet changed.  West Pointer Deke Slayton writes poetry, Edgar Mitchell forms an occult-WASP religion, Buzz Aldrin writes a true-confession.  The two spacers who run for the Senate of the United States are elected.  What an interesting new elite species we have here.  Two out of twenty have been elected to high office!

While most astronauts used their newly activated neurology to play important roles in the hive, Rusty Shepherd was the first conscious post-terrestrial -- the first earthling to understand that space habitation means a dramatic change in human culture.

During his eight years as Secretary of Space Affairs, in the cabinet of President Jerry Brown, Shepherd worked effectively from within the hive to assure that space colonists would be able to form self-selected migratory groups and that each mini-world could evolve its own unique culture.

In 1997 when the military moved to impose martial law on the colonists it was Shepherd, moving invisibly in the highest councils, who delayed the take-over.  He warned, prepared and finally helped the colonists overthrow the domination from the Pentagon.  Shepherd, after negotiating independence for the revolting colonists, then became the first president of the United States of Space.

Go to Next Page