THE NEWLY ELECTED, President Madeline Cory was seated behind her desk in the Oval Office. Lucinda Gates saw her lock horns with the disgruntled African-American Vice President, Mary Freeman — on their first day at the office. But, Gates was relieved that Cory was more cogent than her usual querulous-self while handling her questioning deputy, who said...

"We just got into the White House — and this is what you propose for us to do?"

Madeline Cory would have to convince the questioning VP once again — who was failing to see the bigger picture of her provident masterplan...

"Calm down Mary, and listen to my reasoning once again — to implement and achieve the New Order for, the economic stability — and the future of our workforce labour, necessary steps like these should be taken...

"Firstly, you have to understand that the population of the greying society growth is alarming, and they are also dying out fast right now. Next, are the alarm bells of the country's sperm banks, which are also drying out fast — and Mary, we can't keep up with the impregnate application demands...

"Unless you suggest we sit on our laurel asses, singing 'Que Serra-Serra' like how that senile Anne Rosewood damn-bloody well did — for her three terms in this very office, hoping for that an imaginary Holy Grail of hers to cure and restore humanity back — or — we can now put both this information that I said earlier together. But, remember this, Mary, the consequence for inaction will be that the American female population would dwindle fast, to possible similar extinction like those males before — and those middle-aged females remaining — they will soon revolt against us, the very new government that we have ambitiously founded, after our hard effort of years to get in here. So the faster we move on into this — the better we are in control of the future."

Mary Freeman still could not accept the stature nor was she amenable...

"But Madeline, what you are espousing is that we incarcerate these twelve-year-olds! What if the press and the public find out — the entire nation will be outraged!"

Madeline Cory sighed and repeated the fastidious details again...

"Listen-listen, nobody is going to find out anything — everything will be a hush-hush, top-secret in executing this operation. So with this current 70,000 of these New Breeds, placed in orphanages and foster care homes across the country, who are mainly the Medusa's offspring — the repercussion from that old man Walter Rosewood's implementation of the great migration redeploys, many years back — so right now, those Operation Exodus Trail boys will now be put to serve a higher cause, in our New Order policy."

It was a true fact that many current families do not want to adopt these freaks, and some even label them as the new-pariah of the society — Cory was certain that nobody was going to miss them either — after she had compared and surmised statistics, that 4 out of 5 women would rather conceive baby girls through the sperm banks rather than adopt — these single generation freaks.

Then, there was the concerning possibility, that in years to come, these Intersexual orphans will start joining the growing street gangs — and that affect will deleteriously mushroom into more drug-related wars, just like the male generation's doings of the past.

Cory's masterplan was to contain these orphans, into the abandoned male penitentiaries, in the few states under their political party stronghold — which was by far an excellent option — except, for now, her number two in-command was vacillating the New Order's proposed plan...

Mary Freeman trenchantly refuted...

"Look, Madeline, locking up innocent children in prisons is also inhumane!"

Cory discerned with a stare, but she still was calm when she said...

"But, this is for the greater good, Mary — we narrow down and we treat the cause, not the damn symptom. My proposal is that we have to re-stockpile the sperm supply for a faster re-population...

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"Yes, Anne Rosewood's women-expectancy welfare policy back then was that more than a million free-males in the country living with families, who will then later voluntarily, to donate their semen to the sperm banks when they reach 18 years of age...

"...but Mary, that is 5 years down the road — and we can't wait for 5 damn more years!

"If our national birth rate is low, almost half of the country's population will be old and be dead in those 5 years. This should be our main concern for now — we need more female babies to be born in the hospital every hour, every day. It will be part of the New Order stature that will aid the women in their given rights to gravid, right?

"Yes, we let Rosewood's policy strategy to also continue, as our long term plan, with the free-males as voluntary donors in the future 5 years-plan — but, for the tactical purpose of the now — these strays of 70,000 orphans should play their stead role with immediate effect...

"Well Mary, now they are in the right age — with their testosterone level rocket-high, and instead of shooting their load into the toilet bowl and flushing it down, that commodity will be instead be collected in those prison facilities — and only then, our sperm-banks will later be constantly in full-stock, to repopulate the female citizen of our country— for further generations to come...

"Frankly speaking, I don't see what we are doing here is anything wrong at all, when this whole measure is for the greater good of the country — and the future survival of our female citizens."

The Vice President was still only half-convinced, and she sighed out...

"Okay, let me sleep on it and get back. Excuse me, Madeline; I have got a press-conference in half an hour."

The indisposed Mary Freeman left the Oval Office. The newly elected Head of Secret Service Agatha Wolfe secured the door from outside — and acknowledged her.

"Madam Vice-President."

Freeman then left the West-wing, with her own Secret Service women-agents.

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Madeline shook her head in a histrionic chafe, and she then scoffed aloud to her advisor Gates. "What a short-sighted weakling. I can't imagine how the moron ended up at the party in the first place."

Lucinda Gates reminded...

"We need her Maddie, remember it was her minority votes, which had determined our victory here into office."

Madeline hated the fact that she had only narrowly beaten Ann Rosewood to gain footing into the presidency.

She then pressed an intercom button and spoke...

"Wolfe, get in here."

The Head of Secret Service walked into the office. Agatha Wolfe was now a new member of Cory's inner circle cabal of her New Order manifestoes.

The President pointed at the chair...

"Sit — okay right now, based on the sperm bank stats — we have only 20% of the supply remaining, ever since the last-man in the country donated and died 12 years ago. We will freeze-hold that 20% as our premium, for the use in scientific researches — and, we will also give out some to the privileged members from our own party...

"So our game-plan for now is these 70,000 freaks — who will be rounded-up soon and transported to these 35 penitentiaries in our States' prisons. Those freaks will be milked on a daily basis — and that replete semen will be distributed later, to repopulate the country's baby demands...

"Any questions?"

"Will there be a difference — will those shemale's semen produce normal-healthy girls?" Lucinda Gates was curious.

"I don't want to concern myself on that for now, but based on the W.H.O.'s research that I read — they prognosticated that those offspring will be normal, and so, we stick to that facts for now. When the first batch of girls born later, let them monitor for any physical genetic defects and intelligence."

Cory replied, and tossed a file to Gates — who opened to see a report and photo of Tina Martin from IIRC in Wesleyan University in Ohio...

"Here Lu, this subsidiary research facility, which belongs to Pan American Health Organization — and they are conducting their on-going studies and researches on these matters for over a decade — well, they too confirmed and predicted, that the offspring will be born healthy.

"Anyway, let's not focus on any unseen problems — but instead, we get this operation down for mass-production."

Madeline left her desk — to fix herself a glass of gin and tonic.

"I want all the sperm-banks to be 100% prolifically stockpiled, by the end of my first term in office — and only then, it will be an easier walk in the park for all of us to stay on for the second term," she said with prideful laughter.

"All I can say that this is a blessing that our very timing here today, in this office is so perfect — that senile old Ann Rosewood's 'Saviors' are at the right maturity age, and right now at our disposal. In time to come, the entire population of the single, shemale generation will also be ours to control!"

She slammed the empty glass on the desk with stern injunction...

"...provided, we implement our groundwork right now at this very moment. And once the current female population gain our trust, and have confidence in our New Order policies — then, that is the day, we will have total control once again — both over this country's economy and its military dominance..."

"...and trust me, ladies — that glorious day is coming very soon!"