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Male-2697’s Thought Log

I am male-2697, inhabitant of the fifty-third compound in the blue-light district. There are 150 other male numbers who live in the same place. All of the other males are divided amongst the other compounds in the blue-light district. We have a schedule that our government provides us with. It tells us how we shall live our lives. At 6:30 A.M. we awake from slumber and proceed to the cafeteria to receive our daily breakfast, which consists of corn-flakes and a small scrap of wheat bread. At 7:00 we all report to our places of duty. I am the clone inspector. I trace all of the clones that are brought to life each day in the blue-light science compound. I do not know how the science compound brings us to life. All I know is to count the number of new existences each day. All of the other male numbers have different jobs. Some are assigned to do regular manual labor, such as adding more living quarters, “pods,” we like to call them, for the new-born male numbers. We all work until 3:00 P.M. then we report back to the exercise lab and engage in vigorously trained exercise instruction. This lasts about an hour, and then at 4:00 P.M. we eat dinner. Our meal, which consists of a bowl of vegetable soup with a cup of rice, with water to drink, is very bland tasting, even the rice tasting of nothing. Eating this nightly meal at the same time every day is an acquired taste that we have grown accustomed the whole of our calculated existence. AT 5 P.M. we all report to the Gathering Room. There, we; all of us males, are to give our daily praises to our government, more specifically Male Service-001. We are required to praise our government, as it controls everything we do. We are a clean environment and we are always healthy. The slogan that we are to live by is as follows; “A healthy body is a healthy mind.” The whole of our existence is counted on being one of cleanliness. We are to eat exercise, sleep exercise, and wake exercise. We are on a never ending route to preserve and instill the concept of productivity and health to each one of the male clones that are born here.
Our government is our God, the omniscient eyes of everything that we do. All of our numbers are kept in place in the Building of Admissions. Here, each new existence is recorded and given a tracking device that allows Male Service-001 to see everything that we do. We are required to praise our Male Service, because it is a fact, that without him, we would not be living as we are alive now.
Our district encompasses a space of about 30 miles. While in the exercise area, I have heard myths of a place called the red light district. In this red light district are these supposed creatures called “females.” We have asked questions to our government operators and they tell us to reject these myths. “There are no such districts or creatures.” They say. There was one incident however. It is looked at is a myth among the entire compass of the blue light districts. The number that lived in the pod next to me, Male-2573, he took these myths too seriously, and planned an escape of the blue-light district. He wanted to see these “females.” His escape proved weak less, for after getting a mile away from our compound, the movement sensors picked up his frequency and he was soon captured by the Male-Safety Crew and sentenced to 50 years of solitary confinement. That was the first and only incident. Now, all of us ignore those engaging lies of talk of more districts and strange creatures. But I do wonder. Often times I stand in my pod by the mirror, with uniform removed from my body. I grope and feel my chest. The one thing that puzzles me and the one part of my body I am never allowed to touch; my upper body is perfectly free. It is free to be touched and exposed. But my lower body is plastered with these technological shorts that are placed on all Male-Clones at birth. They can never be removed. And such a small accident as touching the slightest part, is picked up by sensors, and you are called upon to see the Male-Number Psychiatrist-002.
I have been sent here more than once. These myths, though to be ignored, I cannot get out of my head. How dearly I secretly wish there were creatures that were opposite from us, who have opposite bodies and opposite voices. My psychiatrist has listened to me tell him these thoughts and he says that I must reject these myths. “There are no such things as opposites to males. Our duty is to the government. And we must preserve and keep our bodies healthy.” I cannot live with this feeling of loneliness inside of me. That while we are the most perfect and healthiest of creatures, that there could be someone or another world outside of where I am now, that is unlike me. I do wish that I could be a different being, for here where I am, it is routine; the same cycle everyday. We have no hope and we are lost in the fabrications of our government. I am writing this only knowing that someday soon, I will be obliterated. But if I am obliterated, I will be considered “irrational.” I have no understanding for the words “irrational” and “rational,” for I am only a number, but I do see myself as someone that wishes to live in something more than the reality I am in now. I wish to embrace or to find the idea of an opposite.






Female 2983’s Thought Log
I am Female 2983, I live in the one-hundred and first compound of the Red Light District. I have a roommate, her identity being Female 2980. All of the female numbers are assigned roommates. Inhabiting the one-hundred and first compound are 300 other female numbers. Our day is as follows. At 6 A.M. we arise from our sleep and proceed to the Eating Quarters. There, we eat our breakfast, milk and a bowl of strawberries. At 6:30 we report to our Health Inspector. For eight hours, we are given physical engagers which engage and stimulate our bodies to peaceful bliss. We are taught to use our bodies, as they provide us with pleasure and physical enjoyment. We do this everyday for eight hours. The least I have to say is that by the end of the day, we are tired. At 2:30 we report to the Eating Quarters to eat our lunch. Our lunch consists of a plate of vegetables and a huge slice of warm bread. After lunch, we go back to our living quarters. There, again, all of the Female Numbers, with their roommates, unleash the physical engagers. We use these engagers on each other. We play with our bodies and we feel pleasure. We become very aroused with each other. After an hour of doing this we go to sleep. It is encouraged that we use our bodies, and that we love the bodies of our roommates. We are created as clones to be beautiful and to act beautiful with each other. Our bodies have breasts and vaginas, which are very easy to excite and to stimulate. I only sleep at night knowing that my partner’s bosom has been at the highest point of feeling, and that she is left feeling very moistened all over her body. It is this exact feeling of being “moistened,” that excites me so. It is unlike any other feeling, in that it produces loud cries from my mouth and ripe fragrances and nectarines from the lower half of my body. When I open my mouth in the engagement process, I sing praises to my roommate, as she is exciting me, and making me feel so very female. I do the same to my roommate, for nothing is as wonderful as taking part in the “partner engagement process.”
Our government, more precise, Female Enjoyment-001, provides that we follow the schedule of pleasure each day, first with ourselves for eight hours, then with our roommates for an hour. Every other day at 5:00 P.M. we report to the Informative Room. There, Female government officials tell us of other districts, one being the blue-light district. There, we are told are opposite creatures that identify themselves as “males.”
Our officials tell us of the journey we will make to the blue-light district to find these “males” and engage them with our physical engagers. These briefings all make us cheerful, that one day we will meet our opposite creatures and give them pleasures, rather than giving it to ourselves.
We, all of us Females, crave to have our opposites. For when we meet them, our arousal will increase dramatically and we will be very happy. Our plan of this journey will be on the first briefing day of next year, which will be 3039. We do not know where the blue-light district is located, but we will soon find it, thanks to our Female Scout Numbers who leave the Red Light Districts each day, in search of the blue. If all goes according as scheduled, we will set out and find our perfect opposites by the start of next year.
I have no understanding of what an opposite of us could look like. For we have the most beautiful bodies, for our government tells us so. During the briefings, we are told by Female-Enjoyment that female numbers have the capacity to bring life. This is true I suppose, for we are clones, and would like to make our own life. The main purpose of the briefings is to explain to us that our bodies our useful for giving and growing new life, that it is key for us to have an understanding of our own bodies first, and then to be in preparation for when we are met in physical trances with the opposites of us. I can recount to you each day of the excitement and passion I feel when I am pleasuring the vagina and breasts of my body to the thought of I, a female number some day producing life with our opposites. It gives me a feeling of transcendence and an image that a beautiful and new world could be created out of this.









Male-2697’s Thought Log
Today, more exact, February 23, 3038, I reported to the psychiatrist. I had tried to touch that again. That forbidden place, where I know something exists, yet I can never reach. The red light district has become an obsession to me. No matter how many times I am told by our leaders that there is no such place, I must find the opposite of myself. I have told the psychiatrist that I want to leave the Blue-Light District. “You must never leave.” He says. I ask him and he provides an answer; “You will not survive alone, no one can. Without our government Male Service-001, no one can live. Your duty is to everyone. For you cannot leave, you would only serve to betray.
As I write this, my mind is devoid of anything that the psychologist told me. I have heard his words, I have heard everyone’s words, far too many times. I believe that there are opposites, “females” if you will. Males cannot be the only ones. I want to escape. I fear I will, at precisely an hour after our bed time, tomorrow, February 24, 3038. Being a male number, I feel incomplete. I feel like there is something more that is just waiting for me, right around the corner.







Female 2983’s Thought Log
During our eight hours of peaceful bliss, I again imagined myself with those “males.” I tried to imagine them and what they might look like. They are said to be our opposites, therefore, I visualized them as such. I used the physical engagers with the thought of them in mind. I had felt more stimulated and engaged then I had ever felt, putting my imagination at play. When I had my time with my roommate, Female 2980, I told her of the experiment I had tampered with earlier. She seemed very aroused when I told her this, and I thought she might want to engage me with one of the physical engagers.

“No, I like the idea of your experiment. Tonight why don’t we pleasure ourselves, each one at a time. We will watch each other, as we both put our imaginations with our opposites.”
It was a magic night……..









Male-2980’s Thought Log
I haven’t much time to write this, I am escaping in approximately 29 minutes and 36 seconds. All I can say is that I am writing this thought log for someone. In the future, or maybe to a past that has been disintegrated. I hope someone will find this. I am placing it in a compartment next to our technological shorts. As soon as I am free of the blue-light compound, I will use all of the force I can to break these shorts and destroy all sensors. I will then bury these shorts in the ground, and hopefully, a thousand years from now, when there are golden creatures, my artifacts will be found. I hope never again to see the blue-light district. I hope to see our opposites. I may die, for I am risking my life, for something that is said to be false. But, I am lost. I am alone. And to hell with Male-Service 001, I will run to the “red light” district without protection on my body. I will fondle all over myself. I will be free. Even if I am killed on my escape, I will die knowing that there soon will be more numbers who will have my impulse buried deep in their heads. The impulse that………
There is something more………







Female 2980’s Thought Log
I have not written for the past month. All of my days have been filled with passionate, enchanting pleasuring. My imagination is running wild. I have exhilarated myself. Using our imaginations, our attractions are with those “males,” if they exist. I have not engaged the physical engagers on my roommate in a long while. We will just watch each other, our imaginations on foot like wild horses. Our bodies seem to be on fire. Not a painful fire, but a pleasing one. A fire whose flames will never run out. A fire that cannot be extinguished. Our want of these creatures from the “blue-light” district runs all over our bodies.
Their imagined bodies are engraved in us. We have a hunger. An insatiable hunger that will always starve us. Our hunger will be satisfied next year. When we find our “males” and use our bodies for each other to create the ultimate pleasure seeking experience.
We will find our opposites.
Our bodies will become one.