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"All right," John conceded, "but you might to get into the tub anyway. It's a long story that I'm going to tell you."

Seeing Joanna hesitate to join him in the water, John smirked and added a "I'm not going to bite you."

Giggling nervously at John's remark, Joanna slowly stepped into the tub and sank herself down into the warm water, grunting with lust once the water came up to her pussy, and again when her breasts were immersed in it.

As it turned out, John hadn't exaggerated when he claimed that what he was going to tell Joanna would constitute a long story, the voluptuous soldier putting her horniness aside as she listened to him.

Johnson, John, Luther, Teller, Mary, Kathleen and all the "miners" on the Sigma-2 colony were not miners. In fact, the whole thing was a front created by the corporation that owned the colony to keep its real, highly controversial and legally questionable purpose hidden.

What the colony was was a research facility in which a crack team of the corporation's engineers had spent years on designing what it was hoped would be their biggest-selling product ever released: men.

Joanna was flabbergasted at John's revelation that he and the others were all grown rather than born, having been designed by the scientists to achieve a number of qualities that the corporate bosses had deemed desirable in their new product before being put to grow in what was essentially a birthing chamber. The prototype batch, John smirked as he pronounced that term, had consisted of one-hundred males, and about a dozen females. Joanna was aware of the fact that the artificial creation of humans was not entirely legal, particularly not if it was carried out with the objective of making a profit. Selling artificial humans would be little different from slavery, something which wasn't an acceptable practice.

Since the prototypes had been physically equivalent to normal ten-year old kids when they were "born", their childhoods had been installed in them during the simulated pregnancy, the process leaving them with intellects of a very high level, as evidenced by their technological savvy, and a personality designed to make them pleasant and obedient. In the ten years that had passed since birth, the project had continued, with the goal of making them into socially acceptable trophy-husbands to those who could afford them.

However, problems had arisen.

Psychologically, the prototypes had begun abandoning their behavioural conditioning, developing separate personalities and a desire to express their own free will.

Physically, an examination of the men's sperm had revealed that they were unaffected by the genetic disease which had made men so rare. Examining impregnated eggs harvested from the female prototypes, the scientists had concluded that about half of the foetuses would have developed into male children.

Tests concluded on eggs from volunteers from the guard **** had displayed the same results.

Realizing that if they left the men unmodified, their products shelf-life would be cut down as the men's sperm was used to create the next generation of them, either through natural or artificial insemination, the corporate top-brass had ordered the scientists to modify the men to produce deficient sperm.

The scientists came up with a procedure that was physically non-obtrusive but mentally harrowing for the prototypes. Carrying it out on a dozen prototypes to start with, the scientists acted under pressure from the higher-ups, and hadn't calculated the risk of there being any side-effects.

The procedure turned out to be a complete fiasco, and being the genesis for the men's odd ability to manipulate any women that they came across. It also proved to the final humiliation that the prototypes allowed themselves to be subjected to.

The prototypes' rebellion caught the corporate security detachment off-guard, and as they were outnumbered they were **** to abandon the underground facility and retreat to the surface.

After a month of preparations, during which technological advancements including Johnson's head-gadget were developed, the prototypes broke through the blast doors separating the facility from the surface, and came charging out.

During the month, a rift had formed amongst the prototypes, with two groups being formed; one which merely strived for justice and them being recognized as human beings with all the rights that goes with such a recognition, and one which saw the subjugation of all women as their purpose and as their right. The former group was smaller, consisting of two dozen men and nine women, while the latter group constituted the rest.

On the surface, the groups had finally fallen out, and a cold war had begun between them even as they fought against the corporates.

Facing disaster, and knowing that containment was becoming impossible, the heads of the corporation had watched the Persephone set out for the colony.

"And that's about it," John concluded.

"That's fucked up," Joanna shook her head, "what are you going to do about it all?"

"I'll tell you about it," John promised, "later."

Like the shower, the tub was equipped with a flat control panel, and John now pressed on one of the buttons.

What that accomplished became apparent to Joanna a few seconds later, as a jet of warm water suddenly shot up to hit her straight between the legs. Gasping at the flow of warm water manipulating her hypersensitive clitoris, Joanna didn't last ten seconds before groaning hard as she climaxed, milk spraying out from her nipples.

Over her orgasm, Joanna could hear John moving towards her through the water.