Nancy Kress - Nothing Human

“Where… can we go?” Taneesha breathed when he pulled his mouth away from hers to breathe. “Oh, Cord…”

She was as driven as he was. He gasped, “Wait here a minute,” went back inside and pulled the blankets off his bunk. He thought Gavin opened his eyes but Cord wasn’t sure and he didn’t care.

They took the blankets to the wellhouse and threw them on the floor of hard-packed dirt. It was even colder in here, plus damp; neither noticed. They went at each other with a fierceness beyond control. Not even breaking Taneesha’s hymen, and her brief cry of pain, stopped either one of them. Afterward, they both fell asleep, only to wake sometime in the predawn and do it again.

It wasn’t until he woke for the second time, shivering under the inadequate blanket with Taneesha rumpled beside him, that Cord thought in anguish: Clari.

Sex happened to all of them at once. That was how Cord thought of it: “Sex happened.” Like thunderstorms or earthquakes.

Keith and Loni, Bobby and Maya, Gavin and Susie, Frank and Patty, Bruce and Ashley. Kezia, unpaired, looked angry and desperate. She asked often when the range crew was returning.

It took the adults twenty-four hours to notice what was happening. Work was neglected, couples disappeared, all the kids looked dazed and wobbly. Dr. Wilkins was appalled. “They’re not even using birth control!”

“Then give them some,” Sajelle said wearily. “Scott, you don’t know. They can’t help it.”

“Of course they can help it!” snapped Robin, old and outraged. “They’re not animals!”

“Robin, you weren’t on the ship,” Emily said. “You don’t know. For us the pribir did it with olfactory molecules. For this generation, it’s apparently built in.”

“I don’t believe—”

“I don’t care what you believe, Robin,” Lillie said, and Cord, who overheard this and knew he was not supposed to, was surprised at the rare anger in his mother’s voice. Why?

Keith, Lillie’s son, was having sex with Loni, Mike’s daughter. Was that it? That whole episode with Lillie and Mike under the cottonwood three years ago looked entirely different now. Had his mother and Mike felt like he did with Taneesha? Don’t think about it.

Lillie added, still angry, “Scott, give them some birth control.”

Emily said, “I’m not sure it will do any good. I can run some tests, but the pribir knew their genetics. My guess is that the girls’ Fallopian tubes are designed to counteract any birth control we can manage.”

Bonnie said, appalled, “You mean the girls… my Angie… she’s going to get pregnant no matter what we do?”

“We did,” Lillie said, still angry.

Julie —quiet, timid Julie!—said, “Damn the pribir all to hell forever,” and Cord crept away. He didn’t want to hear that.

And he had to find Clari.

She was in the washhouse, doing laundry. The windpowered generator made limited amounts of non-emission electricity, which powered select machines in order of necessity. The washing machine was not a high priority, but nothing else was running right now and Clari, Dolly, and Aunt Carolina’s eight-year-old, Elena, were doing laundry. Dolly looked up as soon as Cord blundered in.

“Come to help, Cord?” she sneered. “You haven’t been much use otherwise lately.”

“Clari,” he said humbly, “can I talk to you?” Her nose was red and swollen; she’d been crying.

Dolly said, “Leave her alone. We know where you’ve been and what you’ve been doing!”

“What was he doing?” said little Elena with interest.

“Please, Clari,” Cord begged.

She put down sopping clothes and followed him outside. Glaring sun cast stunted shadows.

“Come under the trees, Clari.” He led her to a nearby stand of young juniper that had been carefully nurtured through the long drought. “I… I…”

She looked at him miserably, and his words burst out.

“Oh, Clari, I’m so sorry. It was you I wanted, not Taneesha, but you were asleep in the middle of the night and… Clari, I heard the grown-ups talking. Aunt Emily said we’ve been engineered to do this, to be driven to sex right now so the girls will get pregnant—” At the look on her face he stopped.

She said, “Engineered? To have sex and get pregnant, and you can’t help it?”

“Yes! I mean, no!”

“That’s evil, Cord! That’s genuinely evil. To use people like that.”

Cord didn’t feel used. Looking at her swollen, dear face, he felt more lust. His groin swelled and all he wanted was to —

“Come with me,” he said desperately. “To the barn. Or someplace. It’s you I want, not Taneesha, but if I can’t have you I will do it again with her. I know it. Oh, please, Clari, we belong together, we always have, I want to marry you…”

He didn’t know what he was saying. Marry? Now, at fourteen? But he dimly realized that he would say anything, anything at all, to get Clari to go with him to the barn.

She looked scared. “Cord, I… don’t want to. Not yet. Someday—”

“I can’t wait until someday!”

“Then you don’t love me very much, if you won’t wait for me,” she said sadly, and walked away.

Cord stood there, wretched and angry and ashamed and driven, and after a minute he went to find Taneesha.

For forty-eight hours he avoided Clari and had sex with Taneesha every chance he could. The range crew came in, or rather part of them did. Alex said, “I brought the kids back. They were no use. They…”

“I know,” Lillie said.

“Me, too,” Alex said, not looking at her. “I remember. Jody is upset and angry.”

“He doesn’t have to be, Alex. His and Carolina’s kids aren’t engineered.”

“What about Julie’s kids with Spring, when they’re older? Will they inherit it? The sex drive could be dominant.”

“I hadn’t thought of that,” Lillie said slowly.

“I’ll bet Scott has. Lillie… I’m going to ask you because you’re the most level-headed woman here. There are more girls than boys. Do you think Kezia… I mean, does it have to be one of their own… God, Lillie, it’s been so long!”

“She’s fourteen, Alex.”

“I know. So were we.”

“You’re twenty-eight.”

“I know!”

“It’s up to you and her,” Lillie said wearily. “And, I guess, to Sajelle. Sajelle’s her mother. You can ask. Sajelle’s always been clear-eyed.”

Alex said, “I hate this. But in Wenton now there are mostly… I’d be good to Kezia, Lillie.”

“I believe it,” Lillie said.

The next day Kezia left to go back with Alex to the cattle on the range.

Cord said to Taneesha, “Tannie… I’m sorry. You’re great, and beautiful, and I always liked you. But me and Clari—”

Taneesha’s dark eyes flashed. “Yeah? You and Clari? It’s Clari you want to have sex with, not me?”

Cord said nothing, staring at his stupid goddamn feet in their stupid goddamn boots.

Taneesha was Sajelle’s daughter, clear-eyed. She sighed. “Okay, Cord. I guess I knew that. I just… I just…”

“Don’t cry!” he begged.

“I don’t ever cry, Cord Anderson, and don’t you forget it! You aren’t the only male in the whole sorry world, you know! Anyway,” she said, changing mood again, “does Clari want to?”

“No.”

“Then why are you—”

“I don’t know!” he shouted, and to his surprise, she actually chuckled.

“I know. You love her, you always did. Go find Clari and talk her into it, Cord. I’ll be fine.”

She was. The next time Cord saw her, she was with Rafe, who looked just as embarrassed and uneasy and pleased as Alex.

Cord found Clari and pleaded and coaxed until Clari said yes. But it wasn’t like with Taneesha. Clari didn’t seem to enjoy it and the first time hurt her a lot. Cord hated himself, and couldn’t stop, and vowed in his heart that he would make it up to Clari. He would get for her anything, everything, she might ever want. If it took the whole rest of his life, he would make it up to her.