A confrontation and an explanation on what I missed.

I sit and think about what I should ask. I missed 50 years. That must be the price I paid for the change. I'm 69 years old now. Not much time left in my life. Hell, I'm happy I could even get an erection from seeing the nurse earlier. I begin to think about what I should ask my sister when she arrives. Shit, my sister must be 73 now. She's going to be so old. I can't even imagine how much I've missed.

As my mind spins, I lose track of time and my sister, Melany, or Mel, walks in.

My mind spins even more. Its definitely her, but she's so old now. I guess I'm old too though. She also looks at me with a difficult face, clearly relief mixed with something else, maybe anger.

She makes her way up to me and leans in, and slaps me before almost yelling, "I know you did something! I never would have kept you on life support this long if I wasn't certain you were behind it!"

I'm shocked. How could she know, wasn't everyone supposed to be changed. I keep silent, hoping she'll explain further.

"I don't know how you did it, or exactly what, but I don't think its coincidence that you went into a coma the same day that suddenly women were getting pregnant when they weren't before."

I'm a little confused and respond, "What do you mean?"

"Don't play dumb with me." She says, "Before you went into a coma, it was rare for women to get pregnant, most women would only have a few kids, most if not all with their significant other. Afterwards, it wasn't uncommon for a woman to have more than 10 kids if she got pregnant even once, since she'd usually stop birth control during the pregnancy, she'd just be pregnant back to back with whoever fucked her that day. I don't know how you did it, or what, but things are different now. Hell, I've had 13 kids, most from different guys."

Mel had 13 kids? Damn, I missed out, sounds like a lot of guys have been enjoying this more than I'm going to get to. I reply to her, "Do you have any idea how ridiculous that sounds? 13 kids? You expect me to believe that? I may have been in a coma for 50 years, but I haven't gone senile." I lie to her. Its obvious if women can just be fucked whenever that there would be a lot of pregnancies.

She looks at me unsure if I'm lying or not. Eventually she fishes out a pretty nifty little phone, that projects a screen and keyboard for me in mid-air. She says, "Go ahead and look stuff up, unless you forgot how the internet works. Oh, but I've got the search engine up for you. Google isn't around anymore. I'd start with world population information if you don't believe me."

I google population of earth, and population of the US, and am shocked. Earth is at 53 billion people, and the US has 4.4 Billion. In 50 years. Damn, guys sure have been getting busy.

I decide its best to keep up the charade, "You're lying, you made this up, that doesn't make any sense."

She seems to have bought my lie for now at least, "Its true though. I'm sure you'll notice yourself later when you're able to move on your own. For now, I'm told you'll be monitored here for a few weeks, then I'll have you brought to my husband's house for a while until we get things figured out. I'm sure over time you'll have a lot of questions, but addressing everything now is impossible, its been 50 years, and the world changed right around when you went in a coma."

She pauses and begins heading for the door, "For now, I just wanted to confront you on that. I guess it was just a coincidence though. I figured the only way to tell for sure was to say it to you like I was certain, so you'd maybe crack. Since Mom used to do that when we were young, and it usually worked on you." She pauses again and curses under her breath, "I shouldn't have brought Mom up, but I suppose you'd piece it together that by now both our parents passed on. I'm really sorry for bringing them up now. I meant to bring it up at a better time." She then turns to leave.

Fuck. That's a goddamn downer. Jesus, I need to vent this emotion somehow.