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“… data compiled from old publications,” the fragment began, “and interpreted by our most reliable authorities.” At that point a part of the page was burned away. “… and perhaps less than ninety years ago men and women lived in equality. The evidence on that point is entirely conclusive. The present matriarchy evolved by accident, not design. Ninety years ago entertainment and advertising were exclusively directed at satisfying a woman’s whim. No product was sold without some sort of tie-in with women. Fiction, drama, television, motion pictures–all glorified a romantic thing called love. In that same period business was in the process of taking over government from statesmen and politicians. Women, of course, were the stockholders who owned big business, although the directors and managers at that time were still men–operating under the illusion that they were the executives who represented ownership. In effect, however, women owned the country and women governed it; suddenly the matriarchy existed. There is no evidence that it was imposed; there is no suggestion of civil strife or….” More words burned away. “However, the women were not unwilling to consolidate their gains. Consequently the popular cliches, the pretty romances, and the catchwords of advertising became a substitute for reality. As for the compound….”

There the fragment ended. Much of it George did not understand. But it gave him a great deal of courage simply to know the bachelors actually existed. He began to plan his own escape to a bachelor hideout. He would have no opportunity, no freedom of any sort, until he married. Every boy was rigidly isolated in his confinement cubicle, under the watchful eye of his mother’s spy-cameras, until he was bought in his first marriage.

Then, as he thought more about it, George realized there was a better way for him to use his immunity. He couldn’t be sure of finding a bachelor hideout before the Morals Squad tracked him down. But George could force his bride to tell him where the compound was made, since he was not an addict and she could not use the compound to enslave him. Once he knew the location of the factory, he would destroy it. How, he wasn’t sure; he didn’t plan that far ahead. If the supply of the drug could be interrupted, many hundreds of men might be goaded into making a break for the hills.

* * * * *

The duty bell rang. George snapped to attention on the edge of his bunk. He saw his mother waving from the back door of her house.

“I’ll be down right away, Mummy.”

His mother was waiting for him in the pantry. Under the glaring overhead light he stopped for her last minute inspection. She used a pocket-stick to touch up a spot on his chest where the oil gleam had faded a little. And she gave him a glass of the compound to drink.

“Jenny really wants to marry you, George,” she confided. “I know the symptoms; half our battle’s won for us. And my former husband won’t be around to worry us with his aches and pains. I made the trade this afternoon.”

He followed her into the dining room where the cocktails were being served. Aside from the Harpers, George’s mother had rented two handsome, muscular escorts for his sisters. In the confusion, George saw Jenny Harper’s mother stealthily lace his water glass with a dose of the compound. He suppressed a grin. Apparently she was anxious to complete the deal, too.

George found it almost impossible to hold back hilarious laughter when Jenny herself shyly pressed a capsule of the compound into his hand and asked him to use it. Three full-size slugs of the drug! George wondered what would have happened if he hadn’t been immune. Fortunately, he knew how to act the lusty, eager, drooling male which each of the women expected.