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Subject: {ASSM} Apocalypse: Prelude {no sex, references to pedo}
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	This is a work of erotic fiction.  The premise is as follows.  In the near 
future the world experiences economic collapse, wars, and mass human 
population die-off.  The leaders of the United States who survive propose a 
radical solution.  Allow adult men to have sex with girls to maintain order 
and repopulate the country.
	The attitudes and actions expressed in this story do not in any way reflect 
the author's opinions on women.  The author is against sexual exploitation of 
all children.  He supports erotic fiction involving children.  No children are 
hurt or exploited by mere words.
	Please visit http://documents.espana2000.com/ for more information.


	Tom Cameron looked out the bus window and watched the other passengers board. 
  He looked in his hand.  In it was his return ticket, plus a ticket for "DOE, 
JANE".  He never dreamed he would ever do what he was about to do.  He put the 
tickets into his jacket pocket and waited for the bus to begin rolling.  In 
his mind he recalled the events to put him on the bus.
	Tom grew up in Kent, Ohio, the same city whose namesake university is forever 
synonymous with the Vietnam War protests.  He lived in the tumultuous years of 
the early part of the 21st century.  Spiraling energy prices had crippled the 
American economy.  It was so bad that illegal immigration had slowed to a 
halt.  There was no sense in coming here any more.  Terrorist attacks were as 
common as rain showers.  It got to where they rarely made the news.  A bus 
terminal in Newark.  A YMCA in Dallas.  A fashion show in Los Angeles.  While 
finishing his degree at Ohio State University, the world's economy simply 
collapsed.  It dwarfed the Great Depression of the 1930's.  Places like 
London, New York, and Hong Kong suddenly had unemployment rates only seen in 
places like Gaza.  Tom left the university campus and entered a world coming 
unglued.  Suddenly it was neighbor against neighbor.  Friend against friend. 
No one trusted anyone.
	Then it happened.  The Event.  In an unusual alliance, Russia and India 
combined forces and attacked the United States, Canada, Australia, and the 
United Kingdom.  Mushroom clouds glowed over a handful of cities including New 
York, Chicago, London, and Sydney.  They saw the west as competition for the 
dwindling natural resources left.  The US and UK responded swiftly and harshly 
taking out cities across Russia and India.  The war stopped as quickly as it 
hard started.  While catastrophic, the war only made a dent in the world's 
population.  What would make a dent was the attempt to save the world.
	On the advice of French researchers, much of the world's animal agriculture 
industry began to use a powerful new class of hormones to promote growth.  A 
steer could be raised for food in a matter of a few months.  Cows could 
routinely deliver four or five calves at once.  The same held for hogs and 
poultry.  Unfortunately no one questioned the side effects.  But they were 
sudden and severe.  Boy babies were no longer being born.  Were the hormones 
in meat killing "male" sperm?  Was it killing male babies in utero?  Was it 
somehow turning what should've been male babies into female babies?  No one 
knows.  There were too many dead to go find out.  These same hormones 
virtually wiped out womankind.  Women of reproductive age were most 
susceptible.  Cancer of their breasts and reproductive organs killed them in 
weeks.  A diagnosis of this now common form of cancer was quite literally a 
death sentence.
	Tom was drafted into the Army shortly after college.  He was assigned to a 
domestic security detail, essentially he was a military cop on US soil.  Posse 
Comitatus was out the window.  He did things he never wanted to do.  He shot 
fellow citizens.  But they were going to shoot him or innocent people if he 
didn't.  Thankfully the dark days were over.  The world's population had been 
decimated and no one had the will to fight.  He was released from the Army, 
but put in charge of the regional police.  States ceased to exist. 
Technically he was the head of law enforcement for North America Region #84 
which included eastern Ohio and western West Virginia.  A bureaucrat in 
Brussels, Belgium drew the lines.  They made no sense to anyone but the 
bureaucrats in Belgium.
	But what was left?  A planet that was 95% made up of adult males over 30 and 
girls under 14.  The authorities feared the worst.  Men have sexual needs and 
there were thousands of men for every adult woman who had survived.  Would 
they kill each other for the opportunity to rape her?  What about the 
orphanages full of young girls?  When would armed men burst in and start 
having their way with girls as young as six or seven?  Should they sell the 
benefits of homosexuality to the world's men?
	But someone had a plan.  It was distasteful, but made perfect sense.  It 
solved all the problems.  It kept the girls and women safe.  It provided 
sexual release to the men.  And it would allow the planet to rebuild.  Men 
would be allowed to adopt girls over a certain age who would be raised as 
daughters.  But they would also in effect be the wives of these men.  Once the 
girls were a little older they could get pregnant and start repopulating the 
planet.
	Tom just couldn't get his head around this.  He was being encouraged to adopt 
a girl so he could bring her back home and have sex with her.  A girl possibly 
one-third his age.  At first he refused.  But he did have urges.  Also, it was 
rumored the Chinese and India had already started state administered breeding 
programs.  They had plans to reform and attack Europe and the Americas.  He 
needed to act.  He needed to help boost the population to deter such a move. 
He bought the bus tickets and rode to the Wooster, Ohio, home of an orphanage 
full of girls who could be his potential daughter-bride.
	The bus slowed to a halt.  The rusted sign read "W ost  ", many of the 
letters missing.  He grabbed his bag, took a deep breath, stood, and walked to 
the exit.  Several other men also left.  He hoped they were headed to the 
orphanage too.  But they weren't.  Most went the other direction and those who 
followed eventually took different paths.
	

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