Prototype

that of the chimpanzee.

With such a wrenching burst of development, might not a genetic whiplash like Helverson’s syndrome at least be feasible?

Adrienne had heard it said that Homo sapiens had ceased to evolve because there was no more need. The end goal served by evolution is success in breeding, and certainly that success was indisputable. Homo sapiens had become not only the most successfully prolific species on earth; it had become the sole species possessing the ability to destroy itself.

Perhaps those who claimed that modern humanity didn’t need to evolve any further were just being smug about their top rung on the ladder. Maybe they’d not considered that more fine-tuning would become necessary to psychologically adapt to the world that had emerged out of their unchallenged dominion.

Grand schemes; even bolder conjecture. But she had heard no explanation for Helverson’s syndrome that made any more sense, so she would at least entertain it.

Grand schemes. Bold conjecture. And an indifferent nature that encouraged diversity and variation, so that to the victor would belong the spoils.

Still, in the end, it came down to individuals, who struggled to be born, struggled to live with the differences that made them mutants among their own kind, and who struggled against the death that waited for them all. Who struggled mightily, even nobly, regardless of who had made them, and how…

And why.

* * *

At the end of the week, Sarah came home late in the afternoon with a ring in her navel. Giddy and hyper, she could have climbed walls, could have dazzled distant stars with the gleam in her eyes.

She finally stood still long enough to pose with legs braced wide, leaning back with her hips and belly thrust forward as she tugged up her black T-shirt, the ominous Club Cannibal shirt she used to sleep in. “Don’t you love it?”

Adrienne stared.

Sarah’s navel was centered like a pearl in the firm lush swell of her belly, and the ring was skewered through its thick top lip, a simple uroboros of silver. The surrounding skin was red and inflamed, but not as much as Adrienne might have expected. A few thin streaks of dried blood were left on her skin.

“I had it done at this piercing gallery Nina goes to for her ears, and it was so great, they’re really serious about what they do there, and look at it as a ritual, and they play whatever music you’d like while it’s being done, and they talk to you and hold your hand, and whoever’s hanging out at the time can watch if you don’t mind.”

Adrienne blinked. “Did you?”

“Did I mind?” Sarah was incredulous, then broke into a broad smile. “Of course not, I sort of liked that I wasn’t going through it alone. When people are watching it’s like this encouragement to endure the pain better, it’s this support system even though they’re mostly strangers you’ll never see again.” She had scarcely paused for breath since walking in. Sarah let the shirt fall loosely back into place while twining up against her, running her hands along Adrienne’s sides and breathing heavily through parted lips. “But I can’t tell you how much I wanted your tongue on me when it was happening, I could have come all the way to the ceiling.”

And when they kissed, she was so deep and forceful; Adrienne had never been kissed like that by another woman, not even by Sarah in the past, a brutish kiss that she had thought the ploy of men. It weakened the knees, and then Sarah tore away with wet mouth and a wild back-toss of her head, and swept across the room to collapse upon the sofa.

“They told me this happens to some people, they’ll get this incredible endorphin rush for the next three or four hours, it’s just like a drug, and wouldn’t you know, I’m one of the lucky ones!” She laughed and drummed her fists upon the sofa, her feet upon the floor, then parted her legs to slide both hands down along her inner thighs. Eyes focusing back on Adrienne, alight with an all-consuming hunger. “There’s still time, let’s go to bed, we have to go to bed, if we don’t I’m going to explode.”

So they did, and Adrienne went into the bedroom and undressed as if half-outside herself: This isn’t me, this is just a shell, and the real me is across the room watching. For the first time in their relationship the sex reminded her of nights in her marriage when she had submitted not out of any genuine desire, more that she didn’t have the will to say no, because there was nothing else she had to do.

Their lips and tongues and fingers lacked for no heat, but five minutes in she knew what the problem was: She had been left behind. Sarah was soaring, on a high all her own, and both the blessing and the curse was that Sarah was too far aloft to notice. They had to be careful not to grind upon her stomach, but still Sarah was electrified and wild, so sensitive a feathery touch could turn her convulsive with rapture. Her head would thrash side to side, its cascade of thin braids became whips. And with Adrienne’s mouth buried between her thighs, never had Sarah’s legs felt more powerful as when they clenched together, as if to crush the head that had brought her so shudderingly far. She had become more than mortal; it was like making love with a force of nature. To deny her anything she wanted would be to risk death.

Somewhere in the shadow of it Adrienne lay exhausted. There might not even be enough air in the room for them both. How sore she would be tomorrow. This would be how the servants of savage deities would feel: beloved meat, knowledgeable and privileged, but meat nonetheless.

In the interim, one tiny misgiving had grown, and burst from her mouth before she even knew it would.

“If you didn’t want to go through that piercing alone,” she said, “then why didn’t you take me along? I didn’t even know you were planning on doing it.”

“I don’t know. Nina was there, and…” She turned onto her side, facing inward. Calmer now, what a relief. “I didn’t want to bother you. You had a session with Clay earlier.”

“You couldn’t have waited until I didn’t?”

“You had your work, and… and I had mine.”

Work. She’d really said that.

Adrienne’s hand stole over to Sarah’s belly, touched the hot red skin around her navel. The ring. A bit of clear fluid was oozing from the piercing. For weeks, Sarah would daily have to doctor this with antiseptic until it healed.

“This was work to you.”

Sarah nodded. “I wanted to know what it was like, getting a body piercing. Ears don’t count, everybody does their ears, that’s nothing.”

“Your thesis.”

“Yeah.” Sarah grinned, salacious and heavy-lidded. “There’s no rule saying I can’t enjoy it, too. What, don’t tell me you don’t like it. You like it, don’t you?”

Her gaze tracked to Sarah’s navel again. It drew the eye naturally, and part of her wanted to lower her mouth to it, trace her tongue around the little folds, like tiny pudenda, taste the metal. Too soon, though, let it heal. Yet the ring felt intimidating. Neither of them wore a thing at the moment, yet it seemed as if Sarah were more naked, somehow, her bared body all the more emphasized. Naked and strong.

“I like it,” she whispered. “I just wish I’d been there.”

“Don’t be mad' — stroking Adrienne’s hair — “I had to do this for myself. For them, too, it’s so much more prevalent a part of their culture. Graham has nipple piercings — I bet you didn’t know that about him, did you? Nina told me that Twitch went in twice to get his cock pierced and chickened out both times.” She laughed. “Erin was there too. This afternoon. I had her tape it.”

Videotape, too. Why hadn’t she just sent out invitations?

“I understand why they do it now,” Sarah said, the carnal beast sated for the time being, the inquisitive Sarah emerging. “It’s an experience you just can’t compare with having your ears done. These people — Nina and Twitch and Erin and Graham and Clay, and the others I’ve met at the clubs and all around — they’re so low in the social strata, they’re forced to assert some control in their lives in other ways, and this is one of them. You never feel more alive and in control of yourself as when you trust someone else to run a piece of sharp metal through you. I never would’ve believed how strong that feeling comes through when you’re lying there if I hadn’t done it myself.”

Adrienne tracked a finger through the sweat between Sarah’s breasts. “It sounds like a rite of passage.”