Male master rule

It was long after male master rule, long enough for people to speak about ancestors rather than their genitors of yesteryears. There were no longer caring sentiments for the planet. Well, why should there be? It was something that only reaffirmed the mistakes of the idiot droves who took charge before.

The deserts of the southern hemisphere were as good a place as any to live now. The people there, with their experience of drought, were well prepared for the changes which now made this an arid planet. The scientists embraced the fact that their technologies had come far enough to make other places or planets now only as inhabitable as this place; t he outback, a place where nothing flourished but cacti and imagination.

The droughts were the major change which made, at first, subtle changes to everyday living; the chemical consumables, the stress, the pollutants. These all played a role in what had now become our factors, our genes. This was our self-inflicted course, the survival of the fittest, our own accidental gene war… against our selves.

As a result of all this women could only reproduce asexually. This meant the children of the world could reproduce alone; the hiccup was that the only ones capable were the hermaphrodites who were predominantly female, as the hermaphrodites who were predominantly male were sterile. Whereas before, the female versions would have inevitably produced retarded children due to the presence of identical DNA in their offspring, the shift now was that the body was able to produce new chromosomes.

This jerk in evolution took a less extreme form in those places on the planet where women were still revered for their importance. The shock really came to those who never expected a role reversal, those who never expected a fall after the rise. Admittedly it happened ever so slowly and quietly that it did actually seem to be nothing major at all; we as a species could still reproduce after all.

An in-ground hatred was bound to transpire after having no choice but to live in a patriarchal society for those initial parts of our species' evolution. Every faction of society was to face some level of oppression at some point coupled with a bitter resentment for generations past. Maybe all this was sent by a saving force, or something quite the opposite.

Of course, all women don't feel the same. Some indeed were corrupted. Some horded men whilst others hunted them. Some rationalise their actions and yet some are still disgusted by the legacy of their ancestors who took part in the feminist revolution; the hypocrisy of women turning the tables on their male oppressors in such a bloody fashion.

There is no reason for me to tell this story other than for it to be a murmur of my meek existence; it isn't meant for anyone in particular. I live as a man protected by a group of females, the side of our species who are now the dominating and pervasive presence. I live in the shadows under thick clouds of oppression. There is nothing I hope to achieve; my past futile dreams of there being un-evolved women are now empty. All of the possibilities were so long ago. We are now amidst matriarchal rule. It has been allowed time, a chance to succeed, for which it is deserving. I hope that the mistakes of times past will remain relics of a departed era.