Re: Informed consent AU M/L ADULT 05/21/2010
Posted: Sat May 22, 2010 1:00 am
In 1898 H.G. Wells wrote a novel The War of the Worlds that described a fictional encounter between humans and aliens. For the last forty-five minutes or so a battle had been raging in the Evans living room. It might better be described as a War of the Wills. Strangely enough - in this case - the female in the fight was slowly losing.
The problem was a simple one. Although the female involved was one of the most potentially lethal 4 plus change beings in Chaves County, the male involved had suddenly become THE MOST STUBBORN creature. And of course, there were the defectors.
Her left hand had somehow found its way into his - she believed during the marriage proposal - and it had steadfastly refused to stop intertwining its fingers with his, even as her all-too human brain had explained to him - repeatedly - why marrying him was impossible. Allegiance of her arm was doubtful, and the shoulder suspect as well. So although she could sit there and explain to him - repeatedly - that she would NOT take his dream which had somehow become her dream away from him - that he deserved that sort of a life and she had no reason to believe she could give it to him - she had been unable to actually extract her hand from his and tell him goodbye.
The fact of the matter was, there probably wasn't a cell in the gal's body - outside of the cerebral hemispheres - that wasn't actually rooting for the opposition in this one. Isabel was losing slowly, but she was losing.
"It wouldn't work," said Isabel for about the fortieth time, "First of all, the Sheriff is probably going to lock me up sometime this afternoon."
"That's nonsense. You haven't done anything, and both of your parents are lawyers. They won't let the law do anything to you. So tell me again why won't you promise to marry me?
"Alex - we can't," she said again. "I just can't do that to you. You deserve a great life - and I can't give you that life."
"What's so great about a life without you?" he asked.
'Yeah, and what's so great about a life without Alex? asked her heart - and several other concerned parts of her anatomy.
Eventually even Isabel's brain recognized that she was slowly losing this battle. She needed a truce - a compromise - a negotiated settlement that would allow her to get him to agree to let her go. She simply couldn't bring herself to pull away otherwise. But if she could get an agreement with him by compromising.....
"Alex, I won't accept your proposal but I'll make you a proposal. We will both graduate from school in four months. We are both going to New Mexico State in the Fall. We can get an apartment and live together for four years. If during that time there is any indication that alien-human interaction will be - fruitful - I'll accept your proposal. If there isn't - well - you have to let me go. That's my final offer."
"I don't want to have sex with Isabel Evans," said Alex - apparently forgetting that you can go to Hell for lying too. He was a geek and she was a goddess - He'd love to have sex with Isabel Evans - but he'd rather have sex with Isabel Whitman.
Alex was finally starting to realize that Isabel's resolve was crumbling - and that this might wind up being a rare gold medal for the male of the species. That's why he was still holding out for the happy ever after,
"... what I want is for you to be my wife and to share my life with me - whatever happens or doesn't happen."
"Alexxx....!" she said, willing her damn hand to let go of his - it wasn't happening though and her leg seemed to be huddling up as close as it could to his leg as well. This certainly wasn't going to be easy.
Back up north.....
"Maaax..."
"You're kidding..."
"Ma-aaaxx," she said, running her fingernails lightly over his abdomen.
"Don't you ever sleep?"
"I've been asleep for a year and a half, Max. Besides.... you are two times ahead of me on this. That's not fair. You've got to let me catch up."
OK, Max was fatigued - but he wasn't THAT fatigued. He was at least able to realize that she could never catch up since she couldn't do it with him either if he were truly comatose.
“Liz – tired I may be, but I somehow don't think that's going to work...”
“Well, not actually catch up – just sort of catch up. Right now you've done it with me four times and I've done it with you twice. That means that I've done it fifty percent of the times you have done it. If we do it one more time, I'll be caught up to three times for your five – that's sixty percent. If you remember the calculus we were doing for the stasis chambers, this eventually comes down to a straight-line function where 'n' equals the number of times I've done it with you and 'n+2' equals the number of times you've done it with me. In the end the linear equation of n/(n+2)= y approaches the mathematical limit of 100% and we'll be equal, with sufficient magnitude of 'n'.”
Max nodded in agreement, too tired to actually remember that Liz had somewhat understated the magnitude of 'n' needed. In fact, the limit approached 100% alright – as 'n' approached infinity.
“Well, OK, I guess...,” he said, “... I want to be fair...”
Fifteen minutes later he would fall rapidly asleep – which had been Liz's intention all along. This time the human intellect – Liz's intellect – had done the right thing. In her telepathic connection to Max she'd seen in Max's brain the misplaced concern and willingness to sacrifice his own wants and needs for what he considered her welfare – the same sort of nonsense that was stopping Isabel from accepting Alex's proposal – and she had decided to make an unmistakable statement – to so thoroughly exhaust Max that he wouldn't have the strength left to second – guess their actions. What was more, she intended to keep Max occupied like this quite a bit in the near future.
Oh, maybe in a few weeks she'd ease up on the poor guy – but only after she was sure that their relationship was thoroughly cemented – about like the Grand Coulee Dam.
The problem was a simple one. Although the female involved was one of the most potentially lethal 4 plus change beings in Chaves County, the male involved had suddenly become THE MOST STUBBORN creature. And of course, there were the defectors.
Her left hand had somehow found its way into his - she believed during the marriage proposal - and it had steadfastly refused to stop intertwining its fingers with his, even as her all-too human brain had explained to him - repeatedly - why marrying him was impossible. Allegiance of her arm was doubtful, and the shoulder suspect as well. So although she could sit there and explain to him - repeatedly - that she would NOT take his dream which had somehow become her dream away from him - that he deserved that sort of a life and she had no reason to believe she could give it to him - she had been unable to actually extract her hand from his and tell him goodbye.
The fact of the matter was, there probably wasn't a cell in the gal's body - outside of the cerebral hemispheres - that wasn't actually rooting for the opposition in this one. Isabel was losing slowly, but she was losing.
"It wouldn't work," said Isabel for about the fortieth time, "First of all, the Sheriff is probably going to lock me up sometime this afternoon."
"That's nonsense. You haven't done anything, and both of your parents are lawyers. They won't let the law do anything to you. So tell me again why won't you promise to marry me?
"Alex - we can't," she said again. "I just can't do that to you. You deserve a great life - and I can't give you that life."
"What's so great about a life without you?" he asked.
'Yeah, and what's so great about a life without Alex? asked her heart - and several other concerned parts of her anatomy.
Eventually even Isabel's brain recognized that she was slowly losing this battle. She needed a truce - a compromise - a negotiated settlement that would allow her to get him to agree to let her go. She simply couldn't bring herself to pull away otherwise. But if she could get an agreement with him by compromising.....
"Alex, I won't accept your proposal but I'll make you a proposal. We will both graduate from school in four months. We are both going to New Mexico State in the Fall. We can get an apartment and live together for four years. If during that time there is any indication that alien-human interaction will be - fruitful - I'll accept your proposal. If there isn't - well - you have to let me go. That's my final offer."
"I don't want to have sex with Isabel Evans," said Alex - apparently forgetting that you can go to Hell for lying too. He was a geek and she was a goddess - He'd love to have sex with Isabel Evans - but he'd rather have sex with Isabel Whitman.
Alex was finally starting to realize that Isabel's resolve was crumbling - and that this might wind up being a rare gold medal for the male of the species. That's why he was still holding out for the happy ever after,
"... what I want is for you to be my wife and to share my life with me - whatever happens or doesn't happen."
"Alexxx....!" she said, willing her damn hand to let go of his - it wasn't happening though and her leg seemed to be huddling up as close as it could to his leg as well. This certainly wasn't going to be easy.
Back up north.....
"Maaax..."
"You're kidding..."
"Ma-aaaxx," she said, running her fingernails lightly over his abdomen.
"Don't you ever sleep?"
"I've been asleep for a year and a half, Max. Besides.... you are two times ahead of me on this. That's not fair. You've got to let me catch up."
OK, Max was fatigued - but he wasn't THAT fatigued. He was at least able to realize that she could never catch up since she couldn't do it with him either if he were truly comatose.
“Liz – tired I may be, but I somehow don't think that's going to work...”
“Well, not actually catch up – just sort of catch up. Right now you've done it with me four times and I've done it with you twice. That means that I've done it fifty percent of the times you have done it. If we do it one more time, I'll be caught up to three times for your five – that's sixty percent. If you remember the calculus we were doing for the stasis chambers, this eventually comes down to a straight-line function where 'n' equals the number of times I've done it with you and 'n+2' equals the number of times you've done it with me. In the end the linear equation of n/(n+2)= y approaches the mathematical limit of 100% and we'll be equal, with sufficient magnitude of 'n'.”
Max nodded in agreement, too tired to actually remember that Liz had somewhat understated the magnitude of 'n' needed. In fact, the limit approached 100% alright – as 'n' approached infinity.
“Well, OK, I guess...,” he said, “... I want to be fair...”
Fifteen minutes later he would fall rapidly asleep – which had been Liz's intention all along. This time the human intellect – Liz's intellect – had done the right thing. In her telepathic connection to Max she'd seen in Max's brain the misplaced concern and willingness to sacrifice his own wants and needs for what he considered her welfare – the same sort of nonsense that was stopping Isabel from accepting Alex's proposal – and she had decided to make an unmistakable statement – to so thoroughly exhaust Max that he wouldn't have the strength left to second – guess their actions. What was more, she intended to keep Max occupied like this quite a bit in the near future.
Oh, maybe in a few weeks she'd ease up on the poor guy – but only after she was sure that their relationship was thoroughly cemented – about like the Grand Coulee Dam.