Engagement Contest Entry - Engagementus Maximus
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Engagement Contest Entry
Engagementus Maximus - By Daniel Gibson <dan_s.comments@att.net>
. . . Ranma walked dispiritedly through the chilled mist. Spray like a light rain spattered from the pipes that lined the walls and ceiling. At least it isn't as bad as when I got here, he, actually she, thought, It was like a constant monsoon. She looked at the low wall that surrounded the two tatami mat-sized enclosure that had been her home for over three months. She knew some of the people ringing the enclosure were guards, others stood by with buckets of ice water. All of them wore an expression of intense concentration. Ranma had only seen guys or girls so intense in the middle of a fight.
. . . Ranma snuck in a little practice every now and again, a few very basic, very slow and simple moves, nothing that would draw attention. Scary, the Emperor himself, and her Highness both came to see me, bowed to me and begged me to cooperate with the docs and soldiers, Ranma shivered at the memory, They begged me to avoid any martial arts or anything dangerous. He remembered her Highness openly weeping. I couldn't say 'no', he lamented, I just wish somebody would tell me what's going on.
. . . The food was delivered at the usual time, carefully packaged to keep it relatively dry, despite the ever-present rain. Good, almost as good as Kasumi-chan's, or Uc-chan's, he thought as he sat down to enjoy one of the few pleasant things that broke through the boredom of these endless days. The docs' tests sure ain't boring, he thought and shivered at the memories.
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. . . The chief medical officer checked the results and allowed himself to smile. "Finally," he sighed and raised his glasses and rubbed his nose, "Have the results been checked."
. . . "And rechecked, and triple-checked," his assistant, another Nobel-prize winning biochemist, told him.
. . . "I think it's time we tell young Mister Saotome," the doctor said, "I think he's beginning to cache at his protective custody."
. . . "Should we tell him about his `friends`?" the security official asked.
. . . "Are they safely on the moon?" the medical officer asked.
. . . "We're sure, and we lost the radio frequencies," the security man assured him.
. . . "Just so you're sure. We've got 11 divisions protecting our guest, and people still made attempts to get through," the doctor said, "We can't be too careful."
. . . "They were almost to the moon when we `lost` contact," the security man assured him, "They couldn't be anywhere else. It's not like we trained them to pilot that thing before they left."
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. . . Ryoga looked through the visor of his spacesuit at the odd colored sky and the red dust at his feet. "Where are we now!"
. . . "Don't blame me," Mousse reached for his glasses, only to have his own helmet block his gloved hand, "I did exactly what you told me to do."
. . . Ryoga kicked over the big, metal sculpture with the American flag on it.
. . . "What do you mean, varlet?" Kuno the Star-Samurai asked as he drew his bokken on the equally space-suited panda, "You consumed all the victuals!"
. . . The panda's sign read 'Hey I got hungry.' He flipped it, 'Your snoring kept waking me up.'
. . . Kuno began chasing the panda all over the landscape.
. . . "Ranma! This is all your fault!" Ryoga and Mousse chorused.
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. . . Ranma shivered for a reason other than the cold water and the doctor's appearance. "Not more samples, please doc," he asked plaintively, trying to appear as cute as possible.
. . . "No, no more tests," the doctor assured the young man turned girl, "I think it's time we explained what's been going on."
. . . Ranma took the offered chair. This doc ain't as bad as some of the others, Ranma thought, He lets himself get wet instead of coming in in that plastic suit. "So what is going on?"
. . . "Do you remember the homework from the Cooking Club Miss Tendo was a member of?"
. . . "Yeah, do I!" Ranma said and remembered the blue-striped, yellowish-green stuff that Akane had insisted was foreign food. ~It was about as foreign to food as I think it's possible to be,~ he thought.
. . . "It appears that she had some help from Miss Kodachi Kuno and Miss Shampoo," the doc told him, "Help she'd probably could have done without."
. . . "So Akane's toxic cooking is why I'm here?" Ranma asked then glanced around nervously.
. . . "Relax, she's at The Hague under guard, her lawyer is sure she can get her off on an insanity defense," the doc assured him, "Her diatribes against boys have been very helpful in that regard, I'm told. She punched out a reporter for 'being a pervert'."
. . . "That sounds like Akane," Ranma admitted, "So what does that have to do with me."
. . . "Her cooking dispersed through the biosphere, and sterilized all Homo Sapiens males."
. . . "So it made these Homo Sapiens real clean?" Ranma asked in confusion.
. . . "Homo Sapiens are people," the doctor explained, "Like you and me. Sterilized in this context means incapable of having children."
. . . The doc paused as if this was momentous, Ranma didn't understand. Guys normally can't have kids, girls have kids. Oh, he means they can't be dads . . . I can't be a dad! Ranma suddenly realized and stood up, grabbing the doctor and shaking him. "There's got to be a cure doc! If I can't have kids! My mom will say I'm unmanly and I'll . . . " He controlled himself set the doctor down. "You gotta find me a cure doc! You just gotta."
. . . "You already found a cure yourself. Women are completely unaffected, they aren't even carriers. That's why the constant cold water," the doc said indicating the sprayers that still dampened both of them.
. . . Ranma let out a breath. "Thanks, doc. I'd a never thought of that. You're a life-saver, really."
. . . "I've been debating letting you talk to your family," the doc said, signaling for a phone to be brought in, "I think you'll need their support in this."
. . . The speaker phone was set near the opening of the enclosure, out of the `rain`.
. . . "WAAHH! They've arrested my baby for Attempted Genocide!"
. . . Ranma frowned and backed away from the phone. It's got to be the sprayers, he thought, But I swear there's tears pouring out of that phone.
. . . "Ranma you owe me for the cushy job I got you."
. . . "You had nothing to do with it," the doctor retorted sharply, "Any further such threats and your family will be cut off completely. Is that understood?"
. . . "WAAHH! Nabiki's trying to end the Tendo line!"
. . . "You wouldn't kill them would you?" Ranma whispered his plea to the doc, "They can be a pain, but they don't deserve that."
. . . "Oh my son, so manly!" crackled from the speaker. Eight guards had to tackle Ranma outside the enclosure, to keep him from sprinting for the tall grass.
. . . "Ranma!" the doc tried to calm him down, "I assure you, your mother is convinced that you are the manliest man on the planet. She has affidavits to that effect from every government and medical agency on Earth."
. . . "So, she won't - " Ranma asked, still in a deep panic.
. . . "No, you are quite safe," the doc told him in the soothing tone that usually meant the doc was going to stick a cold piece of metal somewhere unpleasant, and didn't want Ranma sticking it some where the doc wasn't happy having it.
. . . When no metal, sharp or cold, was in evidence, Ranma calmed down. "Sorry, doc."
. . . "Quite all right," the doc assured him, patted his shoulder and led him back into the enclosure. The bucket brigade following their movement every step of the way.
. . . "From the sounds of battle," Cologne's voice came through the speaker, as Ranma sat down again, "It's clear he doesn't fully understand what's happening."
. . . "She can't reach through the phone, can she?" Ranma whispered to the doc.
. . . "Absolutely not," the doc assured him.
. . . "Why don't you tell me then ya old ghoul?" Ranma said and dove away from the phone. He looked up sheepishly a few moments later.
. . . "I don't have to bop you son-in-law," Cologne cackled, "The truth will out." She cleared her throat and began with relish. "All men on this planet can no longer father children. Women are completely immune to the scourge. Now that it has been cured, no man conceived after this moment will be affected. However, you weren't a man when this plague struck them down, and they've kept you female until a cure could be found."
. . . "That was the shot you got two days ago," the doc added.
. . . Ranma wasn't sure were all this was headed, but he didn't like it.
. . . "The entire human race will be descended from you," Cologne cackled so hard, she started coughing.
. . . Ranma was frozen as he realized what she'd said. "You mean, for any girl to have kids I gotta . . . I can't marry them ALL!"
. . . "No," the doc assured him, "Marriages won't be necessary. We've thought this through very carefully."
. . . "Getting girls pregnant without even being engaged," Kasumi said through the phone, "That seems terribly improper."
. . . "Yes, my manly son should at least be honorably engaged to them, if they are to be his mistresses and bear his children," his mother agreed.
. . . Ranma stared at the doc in terror. "How many girls are we talking about?" he asked quietly.
. . . "Depending on your health, diet and efficacy of some techniques . . . about 50,000," the doc said.
. . . One of the soldiers caught Ranma as he fainted. "Fifty thousand. Fifty thousand, Akane will kill me," he murmured over and over.
. . . "Well, that's just the first month."
. . . Blackness closed in around Ranma.
Author's Note: Here's the first one. See it wasn't hard. Now, go and do likewise. You wanted engagements, how does nearly every female of child-bearing age on the planet sound?
Engagement Contest Entry
Engagementus Maximus - By Daniel Gibson <dan_s.comments@att.net>
. . . Ranma walked dispiritedly through the chilled mist. Spray like a light rain spattered from the pipes that lined the walls and ceiling. At least it isn't as bad as when I got here, he, actually she, thought, It was like a constant monsoon. She looked at the low wall that surrounded the two tatami mat-sized enclosure that had been her home for over three months. She knew some of the people ringing the enclosure were guards, others stood by with buckets of ice water. All of them wore an expression of intense concentration. Ranma had only seen guys or girls so intense in the middle of a fight.
. . . Ranma snuck in a little practice every now and again, a few very basic, very slow and simple moves, nothing that would draw attention. Scary, the Emperor himself, and her Highness both came to see me, bowed to me and begged me to cooperate with the docs and soldiers, Ranma shivered at the memory, They begged me to avoid any martial arts or anything dangerous. He remembered her Highness openly weeping. I couldn't say 'no', he lamented, I just wish somebody would tell me what's going on.
. . . The food was delivered at the usual time, carefully packaged to keep it relatively dry, despite the ever-present rain. Good, almost as good as Kasumi-chan's, or Uc-chan's, he thought as he sat down to enjoy one of the few pleasant things that broke through the boredom of these endless days. The docs' tests sure ain't boring, he thought and shivered at the memories.
------------------------------
. . . The chief medical officer checked the results and allowed himself to smile. "Finally," he sighed and raised his glasses and rubbed his nose, "Have the results been checked."
. . . "And rechecked, and triple-checked," his assistant, another Nobel-prize winning biochemist, told him.
. . . "I think it's time we tell young Mister Saotome," the doctor said, "I think he's beginning to cache at his protective custody."
. . . "Should we tell him about his `friends`?" the security official asked.
. . . "Are they safely on the moon?" the medical officer asked.
. . . "We're sure, and we lost the radio frequencies," the security man assured him.
. . . "Just so you're sure. We've got 11 divisions protecting our guest, and people still made attempts to get through," the doctor said, "We can't be too careful."
. . . "They were almost to the moon when we `lost` contact," the security man assured him, "They couldn't be anywhere else. It's not like we trained them to pilot that thing before they left."
------------------------------
. . . Ryoga looked through the visor of his spacesuit at the odd colored sky and the red dust at his feet. "Where are we now!"
. . . "Don't blame me," Mousse reached for his glasses, only to have his own helmet block his gloved hand, "I did exactly what you told me to do."
. . . Ryoga kicked over the big, metal sculpture with the American flag on it.
. . . "What do you mean, varlet?" Kuno the Star-Samurai asked as he drew his bokken on the equally space-suited panda, "You consumed all the victuals!"
. . . The panda's sign read 'Hey I got hungry.' He flipped it, 'Your snoring kept waking me up.'
. . . Kuno began chasing the panda all over the landscape.
. . . "Ranma! This is all your fault!" Ryoga and Mousse chorused.
------------------------------
. . . Ranma shivered for a reason other than the cold water and the doctor's appearance. "Not more samples, please doc," he asked plaintively, trying to appear as cute as possible.
. . . "No, no more tests," the doctor assured the young man turned girl, "I think it's time we explained what's been going on."
. . . Ranma took the offered chair. This doc ain't as bad as some of the others, Ranma thought, He lets himself get wet instead of coming in in that plastic suit. "So what is going on?"
. . . "Do you remember the homework from the Cooking Club Miss Tendo was a member of?"
. . . "Yeah, do I!" Ranma said and remembered the blue-striped, yellowish-green stuff that Akane had insisted was foreign food. ~It was about as foreign to food as I think it's possible to be,~ he thought.
. . . "It appears that she had some help from Miss Kodachi Kuno and Miss Shampoo," the doc told him, "Help she'd probably could have done without."
. . . "So Akane's toxic cooking is why I'm here?" Ranma asked then glanced around nervously.
. . . "Relax, she's at The Hague under guard, her lawyer is sure she can get her off on an insanity defense," the doc assured him, "Her diatribes against boys have been very helpful in that regard, I'm told. She punched out a reporter for 'being a pervert'."
. . . "That sounds like Akane," Ranma admitted, "So what does that have to do with me."
. . . "Her cooking dispersed through the biosphere, and sterilized all Homo Sapiens males."
. . . "So it made these Homo Sapiens real clean?" Ranma asked in confusion.
. . . "Homo Sapiens are people," the doctor explained, "Like you and me. Sterilized in this context means incapable of having children."
. . . The doc paused as if this was momentous, Ranma didn't understand. Guys normally can't have kids, girls have kids. Oh, he means they can't be dads . . . I can't be a dad! Ranma suddenly realized and stood up, grabbing the doctor and shaking him. "There's got to be a cure doc! If I can't have kids! My mom will say I'm unmanly and I'll . . . " He controlled himself set the doctor down. "You gotta find me a cure doc! You just gotta."
. . . "You already found a cure yourself. Women are completely unaffected, they aren't even carriers. That's why the constant cold water," the doc said indicating the sprayers that still dampened both of them.
. . . Ranma let out a breath. "Thanks, doc. I'd a never thought of that. You're a life-saver, really."
. . . "I've been debating letting you talk to your family," the doc said, signaling for a phone to be brought in, "I think you'll need their support in this."
. . . The speaker phone was set near the opening of the enclosure, out of the `rain`.
. . . "WAAHH! They've arrested my baby for Attempted Genocide!"
. . . Ranma frowned and backed away from the phone. It's got to be the sprayers, he thought, But I swear there's tears pouring out of that phone.
. . . "Ranma you owe me for the cushy job I got you."
. . . "You had nothing to do with it," the doctor retorted sharply, "Any further such threats and your family will be cut off completely. Is that understood?"
. . . "WAAHH! Nabiki's trying to end the Tendo line!"
. . . "You wouldn't kill them would you?" Ranma whispered his plea to the doc, "They can be a pain, but they don't deserve that."
. . . "Oh my son, so manly!" crackled from the speaker. Eight guards had to tackle Ranma outside the enclosure, to keep him from sprinting for the tall grass.
. . . "Ranma!" the doc tried to calm him down, "I assure you, your mother is convinced that you are the manliest man on the planet. She has affidavits to that effect from every government and medical agency on Earth."
. . . "So, she won't - " Ranma asked, still in a deep panic.
. . . "No, you are quite safe," the doc told him in the soothing tone that usually meant the doc was going to stick a cold piece of metal somewhere unpleasant, and didn't want Ranma sticking it some where the doc wasn't happy having it.
. . . When no metal, sharp or cold, was in evidence, Ranma calmed down. "Sorry, doc."
. . . "Quite all right," the doc assured him, patted his shoulder and led him back into the enclosure. The bucket brigade following their movement every step of the way.
. . . "From the sounds of battle," Cologne's voice came through the speaker, as Ranma sat down again, "It's clear he doesn't fully understand what's happening."
. . . "She can't reach through the phone, can she?" Ranma whispered to the doc.
. . . "Absolutely not," the doc assured him.
. . . "Why don't you tell me then ya old ghoul?" Ranma said and dove away from the phone. He looked up sheepishly a few moments later.
. . . "I don't have to bop you son-in-law," Cologne cackled, "The truth will out." She cleared her throat and began with relish. "All men on this planet can no longer father children. Women are completely immune to the scourge. Now that it has been cured, no man conceived after this moment will be affected. However, you weren't a man when this plague struck them down, and they've kept you female until a cure could be found."
. . . "That was the shot you got two days ago," the doc added.
. . . Ranma wasn't sure were all this was headed, but he didn't like it.
. . . "The entire human race will be descended from you," Cologne cackled so hard, she started coughing.
. . . Ranma was frozen as he realized what she'd said. "You mean, for any girl to have kids I gotta . . . I can't marry them ALL!"
. . . "No," the doc assured him, "Marriages won't be necessary. We've thought this through very carefully."
. . . "Getting girls pregnant without even being engaged," Kasumi said through the phone, "That seems terribly improper."
. . . "Yes, my manly son should at least be honorably engaged to them, if they are to be his mistresses and bear his children," his mother agreed.
. . . Ranma stared at the doc in terror. "How many girls are we talking about?" he asked quietly.
. . . "Depending on your health, diet and efficacy of some techniques . . . about 50,000," the doc said.
. . . One of the soldiers caught Ranma as he fainted. "Fifty thousand. Fifty thousand, Akane will kill me," he murmured over and over.
. . . "Well, that's just the first month."
. . . Blackness closed in around Ranma.
Author's Note: Here's the first one. See it wasn't hard. Now, go and do likewise. You wanted engagements, how does nearly every female of child-bearing age on the planet sound?