“…”
It sounded both realistic and fictional at the same time, so his mind had trouble keeping up.
But he kind of got the general idea. They thought humanity had evolved by gaining knowledge, but that evolution led to the depressing displays of depravity seen in this mansion.
And the more people enjoyed these things, the lower the birth rate would fall.
“The Fruit of Knowledge…”
It sounded like they were holding a scientific discussion, but they ended up saying god was punishing humans for falling into such madness.
Mutsuki was familiar with the angels who people viewed like gods, the demons, and FeTUS who fought using science, so it was an oddly persuasive conclusion for him.
“The Fruit of Knowledge is inherited by one’s children. It is untouched by mutations and it is not advanced or deteriorated by human genes, but it does ripen. And…”
“The more it ripens, the less you can have children?”
“Exactly.”
That much he understood.
“Wh-what does this have to do with Adam? Why does it mean humanity will be destroyed?”
“As you said earlier, the human population is growing in the developing nations. A split is occurring between the shrinking ruling class and the growing ruled class.”
At some point, Mutsuki had started asking questions more actively. Shuntarou still only had a cynical smile on his lips, but he narrowed his eyes to show he had wanted this change.
“There will eventually be a confrontation between those two groups. A rivalry, if you will.”
“A rivalry?”
“We do not know if it will manifest itself as a war, if we are already seeing its beginnings in the international tensions over the refugee crises, or if it has been with us for a while in the current age of terrorism, but the time will come when the two groups of humanity work to reduce each other’s numbers. And the only possible result is mutual destruction. Human science has progressed too far for the ruled class to win and the ruling class will be no more than non-reproducing beasts if they lose the ruled class. Perhaps the species itself will not go extinct, but modern civilization will gradually decline during the next generation and the generation after that.”
“…”
“We have to do something,” said Mutsuki in a scratchy voice.
…And he was oblivious to the fact that Shuntarou grinned like he had been waiting for those words.
“I’m fine with it myself. I mean, it isn’t happening today or tomorrow. Plus, I was lucky enough to be born into power. I see no problem with enjoying myself in the 50-odd years I have left until I die of old age.”
“But…”
“Heh heh. Yes, not considering the future generations may be precisely how the Fruit of Knowledge has robbed us of the ability to reproduce. I mean, it’s definitely not a lack of sexual desire.”
With a self-deprecating smile, the man touched Mutsuki’s belly.
His touches had always been sexual caresses before, but this was a stronger touch that seemed to be checking on something.
“But you can stop it. Adam can stop it.”
“…I can?”
“Adam refers to someone with the same genes as the original form of intelligent humans that has since been modernized.”
Did that mean going back to an ancestral state? Would they be returning to the ones who figuratively ate the Fruit of Knowledge?
“Humanity has gone through countless great rivalries in the past. Each time, a large part of the population was lost and civilization reset. But the Adam genes which are born once a millennium will also reset humanity’s Fruit of Knowledge after it ripens and robs us of our reproductive ability. Adam is the final breakwater allowing us to reconstruct our civilization.”
“A breakwater…”
Now he knew why heaven, earth, and hell were all targeting him.
He felt like he finally understood the strange battles and stalemate he had experienced since spring.
“Wh-what am I supposed to do? What do I do with my genes?”
“FeTUS has concluded that replicating Adam’s genes is not possible. They learned as much from the semen you have apparently been supplying them since the start of spring.”
“Se-…um, oh…”
Now he knew what the semen he had “supplied” Machina with had been used for.
“That leaves just one option: the genes of your child.”
“M-my child?”
“And not just any child. Your child with the women who laid the foundation of our current civilization. In other words, your child with Eve. Once we have the genes of the origin point of all humanity, the ripening of the Fruit of Knowledge should temporarily stop if those genes are replicated and given to those in which the Fruit has ripened. We have about 100 years to do so, which should be easy enough given Miss A’s connections.”
“My child with Eve? But isn’t Eve already…?”
“She died long ago, but genetic analysis can create a clone very similar to the original woman. An Eve ex Machina, if you will. The Holy Grail Project was started…how many centuries ago was it? But I hear it has shown some results recently.”
“…”
A clone of Eve. The Holy Grail.
That sounded familiar.
Reality caught up to him and his curiosity returned to fear.
Shuntarou must have enjoyed Mutsuki’s every little reaction because he resumed grinning at the very end.
“Although no one knows how long that process will delay the rivalry. It could be 1000 years, it could be 100 years…and it could just be 1 year.”
Adolescent Adam 8: Chapter 4 – A World of Change
When prostrating, you were apparently supposed to keep your hips raised just a bit.
When looking at people, the human eye naturally turned toward the head, so when lowering your head, you could apparently show your sincerity by raising your hips that little bit.
It was unclear if Koishi knew that or not, but…
“Nishihara-sama, Asama-sama, Miyakokubaru-sama, thank you for coming.”
Despite not being taught to, she lifted her hips while lowering her head to the floor to greet her customers.
Her legs were extremely long, so this accentuated how deeply her head was lowered. She was still in training, but one could see why every one of her customers became a repeat customer. Shibaki smiled bitterly at the irony of her acting like a well-trained product yet having reached that point without his training.
“Ee hee hee. I see Ookura-san was right. You do have one hell of a girl here.”
“Look at her skin. Where are you from, girl? You must have had a good diet growing up.”
“Oh, she smells nice. Maybe I didn’t need to take that Viagra.”
A foursome three days into her training was a fairly rough schedule, but Koishi showed no sign of backing out. Three men who had to be older than her father were licking and stroking her sweet lips, modest breasts, armpits, sides, and back, but she was silently bearing with it.
That showed just how much promise the girl had.
As a trainer, Shibaki did not need to watch over her while she was at her “business”, yet he was watching through the one-way mirror because he had been charmed by her in a way.
The way she did things was truly skilled.
Since it was only her third day, she was getting customers who liked new girls. They went out of their way to buy undeveloped girls who were still not thoroughly trained. They hated girls who moaned like crazy, so they quite liked Koishi’s unsociable attitude.
They fit each other’s needs, they rejoiced in the girl’s fresh and smooth skin, and the girl just had to put up with whatever they did.
“Ah.”
But when their tongues reached an especially sensitive spot like her armpit, earholes, or between her butt cheeks, she would let out a nasal voice.
She would then give a frustrated look at being caught off guard, but that seemed to arouse the men so much they wanted to cheer.
“How were today’s customers?”