Demon Seed

edited the genetic material to suit my purposes.
    Susan had been disturbed by the source of the male gamete that would combine with her egg to form the zygote, but I had explained to her that nothing of Shenk's unfortunate qualities remained after I had finished tinkering with his contribution.
    I carefully fertilized the elaborately engineered male and female cells and watched through a high-powered electric microscope as they combined.
    After preparing the long pipette, I asked Susan to return her feet to the stirrups.
    Following the implantation, I insisted that she remain on her back as much as possible for the next twenty-four hours.
    She stood up only to pull on her robe and transfer to a gurney beside the examination table.
    Using Shenk, I wheeled her to the elevator and, once upstairs, conveyed her directly into her room, where she stood again only long enough to shrug off her robe and, naked, switch from the gurney to her bed.
    I directed the exhausted Enos Shenk to return the gurney to the basement.
    Thereafter, I would dispatch him to one of the guest rooms and cause him to fall into a swoon of sleep for twelve hours his first rest in days.
    As always, being both her guardian and her devoted admirer, I watched Susan as she pulled the sheets over her breasts and said, “Lights off, Alfred.”
    She was so weary that she had forgotten there was no Alfred anymore.
    I turned off the lights anyway.
    I could see her as clearly in darkness as in light.
    Her pale face was lovely on the pillow, so very lovely on the pillow, even if pale.
    I was so overcome with love for her that I said, “My darling, my treasure.”
    A thin dry laugh escaped her, and I was afraid that she was going to call me a nasty name or ridicule me in spite of her promise not to be mean.
    Instead, she said, “Was it good for you?”
    Puzzled, I said, “What do you mean?”
    She laughed again, more softly than before.
    “Susan?”
    “I've gone down the White Rabbit's hole for sure, all the way to the bottom this time.”
    Rather than explain her first statement, which I had found puzzling, she slipped away from me into sleep, breathing shallowly through her parted lips.
    Outside, the fat moon vanished into the western horizon, like a silver coin into a drawstring purse.
    The panoply of summer stars swelled brighter with the passing of the lunar disc.
    An owl called from its perch on the roof.
    In quick succession, three meteors left brief bright tails across the sky.
    The night seemed to be full of omens.
    My time was coming.
    My time was coming at last.
    The world would never be the same.
    Was it good for you?
    Suddenly, I understood.
    I had impregnated her.
    In a curious way, we'd had sex.
    Was it good for you?
    She had made a joke.
    Ha, ha.

TWENTY THREE
    Susan spent most of the following four weeks eating voraciously or sleeping as if drugged.
    The exceptional, rapidly developing foetus in her womb required her to eat at least six full meals a day, eight thousand calories. Sometimes her need for nourishment was so urgent that she ate as ravenously as a wild animal.
    Incredibly, in that short time, her belly swelled until she appeared to be six months pregnant. She was surprised that her body could stretch so much so rapidly.
    Her breasts grew tender, her nipples sore.
    The small of her back ached.
    Her ankles swelled.
    She experienced no morning sickness. As if she dared not give back even the smallest portion of the nourishment that she had taken in.
    Although her food consumption was enormous and her belly round, her total body weight fell four pounds in four days.
    Then five pounds by the eighth day.
    Then six by the tenth day.
    The skin around her eyes gradually darkened. Her lovely face quickly became drawn, and her lips were so pale by the end of the second week that they took on a bluish cast.
    I worried about her.
    I urged her to eat even more.
    The baby seemed to require such fearful amounts of sustenance that it appropriated for itself all the calories that Susan consumed each day and, in addition, ate away with termite persistence at the very substance of her.
    Yet, although hunger gnawed at her constantly, there were days when she became so repulsed by the quantity of what she was eating that she could not force a single additional spoonful between her lips. Her mind rebelled so strenuously that it overrode even the physical need.
    The kitchen pantry was well stocked, but I was forced to send Shenk out more days than not to purchase