A miracle.

“I want you to have sex with me.”

Max couldn’t believe her ears, “Are you”...

...”Sick. No Max.”

Max was getting really irritated by the fact that he was finishing all her sentences. “I’m not an old man trying to get off his jollies with beautiful girls.”

“You see” he continued, “I lost my ability to walk a couple of years ago after an accident, the doctor’s said I’d remain in this chair for my remaining years. Around the same time Manticore was formed, and I was prepared to wait till one of the test subjects were mature enough to help me. At that time I found out that there needed to be a special gene to help stimulate my dead legs, a gene that only lived in your genetic code”.

“Of course you already know how special you are... but then, then you escaped, and I had to use all my resources to find you.”

“The stimulation you will provide by fucking me, the combination of the DNA in your vaginal excretions and my sperm will mix with my bodily fluids. Then when I orgasm the jolt will course through my legs.. resurrecting them if you will.”

Max looked at him, “that is the most fucked up thing I’ve ever heard, Why don’t you just”...

...”Use your blood. I told you, only the strong surge of an orgasm will produce the desired results.”

“So Max you can go through your usual ‘go fuck yourself’ anger filled, hard assed rants, in witch case I’ll just have your friend Brin shot.”

“Or we can untie you and you can remove your coat and get on with it.”

“So? What will it be?”