Dearest Son

     The sun beat down on her face, her eyelashes conjoining  with the suns light, turning them from inky black to prismatic  beams of light curling before her eyes.  Squinting her rainbow-lashes harder, she continued on until the sun cowered down and the light left her eyes, dyeing the world in scarlet and crimsons as she left her campus,  and continue. the sight would have been beautiful, if not for the bitter announcement. 

Her son was to be a  Fertile.  

   The Fertile  were the Lords o since the Humanity met its carrying capacity, and were infamous for t lascivious cruelty to their consorts, though it was never spoken of.   She would know, she was once a fertile's consort, she thought, brushing the mark on her midsection as she walked on a path paralleling the dimming horizon. 

   Her right as top scientist campus was only allowed rendered  longer infertile, and had no children of a fertile union, and was marked an Infertile--Infertile women were allowed to hold the positions of fertile men, but not without derision at their life-giving uselessness.

But then there was her son. 

   She remembered how she found him in the orphanage he was  plucked off of the streets Children were considered to of  precious commodities  to allow to die on the streets before they could be assigned a function and was put to work for want a purpose.  And  She grieving her maternity stumbled into the orphanage one day and saw him. Something in his face, reminded her of the son that haunted her dreams , and she knew he was meant to be her son.  As an infertile,  it was only fair she would raise him in recompose for contributing to the worlds decline, she said, and the Wardens  allowed him into her life  with cold-eyed good humor.

      She was home now, and turned in for the night,though she stared instead at the dusky shadows on the ceiling.  Her son arrived,  scared of whatever cold-eyed monster he believed him self to strong to mention, and curled against her, his hair tickling her chin. 

She thought about the cruelties she suffered as a consort, and wondered if he could be capable of it too, falling for greed, power and the desire for the human race to be rise again. 

How impossible it was, to feel such love for him, like some higher state of consciousness, all of the stardust making up  her heart was in a higher quantum dimension, and all the things that should fill her with hate for, she only felt unconditional love.  But love did not mean standing by standing by cruelty to her daughter-in-law. 

     She did not know what choices he would make, but pulling him into her arms , she hoped he made the right choice and take a stand against the world like her.  Now, she  would raise him as best she could and care for him now.  She may not have brought him into the world, but she would protect him from it.