Oo-Topia: Creating Utopia

Chapter One

Rebirth

They said artificial intelligence wasn't good enough and the need for an actual human being to be tested is necessary. However, no one would want to give their child up for testing. So the next option had to be taken. Being a creator of a small planet was fun, but didn't satisfy their hunger. With their thirst and greed perfectly concealed, all of the men and women present inside the room became the creators of life itself. 

All of them gave birth, thus all of them became mothers. Only one out of the few councilmen could call themselves something higher. For the one who took the art of artificial intelligence and turned it into something far superior, the title of God  awaited them. It was never received however. Instead of becoming a God, she became a Goddess. After so many years, Anima perfected what her parents and their subordinates started. She knew they were proud, but also knew the time for celebrations was not then. Instead of allowing happiness to drift them off the path they started off on, the woman wanted to spend her time doing for the child the same that her parents done for her in order to secure good results from these tests. And like a spoiled child, Anima had done what she wanted to do.

The child didn't take long to grow. Instead, it grew faster than expected. Anima wasn't too shock due to the fact that they injected a high dosage of hormones. However, it had been several days and no signs of a definite gender appeared. The being lacked a curvaceous or masculine frame. Along with any soft beauty that would be appealing to even the blind or a bold handsomeness the paralyzed would feel. All they needed was a peak at the genitals, but that wasn't an option. 

For some odd reason the child curled up into a fetal position after a few days of growth. It was if, the being somehow already developed a sense of awareness that it knew that eyes were upon him. The councilmen was amazed and proud of the intelligence their creation showed in its early stage of life. However, after a few more days of the child not moving from its position within its regeneration tank, they grew frustrated. 

"How can we make progress if we don't even know its gender, Anima?" Professor Longanimis asked while he stroked his beard of gray.

He was a short male and sometimes mistaken for a hobbit or one of there descendants. Despite being short, his body had large extensions which made him appeared a bit goofy. For a nose he had a real schnoz, able to deplete the remaining oxygen reserves in one deep breath. What drew attention away from the hazardous vacuum was the male's glasses. The lens were round and big, but with some tints he could go from nerdy to fashionable. The light skinned, elderly professor proved that the only thing shorter than him was his temper. He then took a sip from his antique pipe given to him by his grandfather. Which proved that his short temper complimented his disrespect for others. Then again, Professor Longanimis had never gone anywhere without his pipe to smoke.

"Patience, Professor. And do I have to remind you every single time while we're in the laboratory to not smoke, along with the fact that you are to address me as your superior and not an equal?" Anima asked while she shifted her eyes upon the elderly male.

A few years usually does some people bad. You'd expect that living on a planet with limited supplies of just about everything along with having to carry the weight of a species existence on your shoulders, would turn a diamond into gravel. However, Anima was different. Her body was a well-toned athletic framed which still had the curves, coated with olive brown tone. The woman lacked nothing a man would desire. Thick eyelashes well detailed but fully natural sat above her majestic blue-brown eyes. Luscious eyelashes which appeared to be fresh out a pack but wasn't surrounded the alluring pupils. A fitting sized nose with a round-bottom tip lied between them. Below sat plump pink lips to lust for. Jet black curly hair arranged in messy bun lied on top of her crown. She was basically perfection, a great choice to be the leader of a country which strive for it. No one expected it to look this fierce and intimidating despite being so easy upon the eyes. Almost as if she was bi-polar, or simply a great actor.