PARASITE QUEEN // Shrine to Eve of Parasite Eve

The Eve of the novel is extremely sexual. Her whole reason for being was to reproduce, after all, so a lot of her ‘dialog’ and descriptions are very sexual in nature.

“This was an face that Kiyomi never had never shown, that of a true slut desperately lusting after a man.”

If that doesn’t hammer the point, here’s verbatim quote from Eve:

“Come to me, my dear. Hold me like you used to. Enter me. Ravage me to a pulp.”

Even her offspring, the ultimate being is described as an epitomized sexual female form.

In the video game, Eve calls this form her sister and says she is lower on the evolutionary chain than her. Which is obvious. This Eve works on a much smaller scale and the body she makes rapidly deteriorates.

The game developers took cues from the book when developing Eve. She too is sexual in nature, with the soul purpose of reproducing.

The first Eve appears in print form in Hideaki Sena’s phenomenally popular Japanese novel “Parasite Eve”. Eve is described on the back of the book as a “consciousness bent on determining it’s own fate” that “awakes from an eonic sleep.” In the novel, Eve’s thoughts and points-of-view and written in italics. They are probably the closest we can get to understanding the motives of uh, a cell organelle- and the Eve of the video game. They are sexy and well-written so I took some time out to type them up for you to enjoy as well! (Go to your local bookstore and find this book, it’s quite good. I dreamed I was this sexual ooze thing that was going to rape people after I read it. Really, I’m serious…)

On page 272, the ultimate being that is born from this eve is also similar to the ultimate being in parasite eve 1. It grows and develops moments after being born and evolves into an adult being in a manner of minutes. It is described as “roaring like a Lion” as it changes form, which is another thing the video game incarnation of the ultimate thing shares in common with it. In the video game the third form of the ultimate being looks clearly male. Whereas in the book, the ultimate being is described as being the ultimate example of femininity.

Obviously these all include spoilers from the book.

Very end of P.43 to the middle of P. 44

SHE sensed the change.

Kiyomi Nagashima’s body was crossing over to Death. After the accident, her metamorphosis has proceeded slowly but surely. Now it was accelerating. Kiyomi was dying; her body was losing warmth, and it would stiffen first, and eventually dissolve. Her brain had already begun its deterioration. Hormonal discharges would soon stop. Blood flow as weakening. Cells were rupturing and crudely spewing their contents.

Everything was proceeding according to plan.

Robbing Kiyomi of her vision was the easy part. A little trick on her optical nerves was all it took. In that small window of opportunity, She induced Kiyomi’s hands to turn the wheel off course. Her primary concern was ensuring that the accident didn’t damage Kiyomi’s body too much. It has to be brain death. If, by the miniscule chance, she’d ruptured any internal organs by hitting her abdomen instead of her head, there would be no talk of kidney transplants. At the moment of collision, She gauged the most precise timing to apply the brakes. She held back Kiyomi’s abdomen with all Her strength to prevent it from lurching forward, fixing both of her hands on the steering wheel to protect against peripheral injury. Kiyomi’s forehead struck the steering wheel. She could tell skull fragments had pierced the brain. Every time She thought of that moment, She felt a shiver of excitement. Kiyomi would die, but She would live, Forever.

Kiyomi’s kidneys were to be transplanted into two patients. Ideally, at least one of them would be female and the process would be complete. Toshiaki would perform the primary culture as planned. She’d already induced such thoughts in him without his knowing.

Toshiaki.

She imagined his figure and Her body twisted slightly. It was almost time. Her entire being trembled. She remembered Toshiaki’s voice, his expressions, the warmth of his body. She’d been waiting for a man like him. He was the only human being who could appreciate and understand who She truly was. She refused to let go of such perfection.

She would become one with him.

An acrid excitement sent Her into convulsions. And as Kiyomi’s blood pressure made its rapid decline, She surrendered Herself to the afterglow of Her bliss.

All of Chapter 14, the end of page 69 to the beginning of page 71

SHE was content, with Her new surroundings.

A comfortable place where She had complete freedom. Temperate air engulfed Her; a source of gradual energy. She was well aware of the great potential which lay in Her hands.

When he looked upon Her, She felt an intense excitement. Of course, he couldn’t hold Her close just yet. Nothing could be done about that now. But She planned on revealing Her splendrous figure to him soon enough.

It did not elude Her, Toshiaki’s enraptured voice, as he peered upon Her from above. Her entire body trembled, swimming around contentedly in cytosol. She’d made the right choice. She’d been waiting an eternity for this day to arrive. At last, She was truly appreciated, for here was a man who made a genuine effort to understand Her.
Toshiaki Nagashima,. He and I would be so perfect together.
Until now, such men had passed through Her life as mediators…mere stepping stones to keep Her alive until today. Those before him were all so foolish, though they never doubted their own greatness. Scoffing at them, She’d remained outwardly silent.
But She would hide no longer.
She’d devised many plans for Her happiness over the long years. While pretending to yield to these men, She had positioned strength at crucial points, someday to manipulate their very cores. The men did not know this.
The first man ever to now what I have done and who I am - probably this Toshiaki Nagashima will be the only one. She thought this.
She remembered Toshiaki’s eyes and felt warm all over, felt a quickening of all Her functions. This feeling…she didn’t remember ever experiencing it until She met him. She did not know what it was. But the woman called Kiyomi tasted it when she was loved by Toshiaki, this She knew.
And now She Herself was feeling it.

Did this mean: she and Toshiaki loved each other?

Maybe. But She could not explain why She has become capable of this sensation.

But this is evolution, She told Herself.

This was simply Her way of acclimating to Her new environment. She has evolved, once again.

Toshiaki has to be used, further. He would grant her every desire. From now on, it will no longer just be creating copies of Herself…

He will give Me a daughter.
She multiplied fully into the space around Her. There was ample space. Doing this bought Her great delight. However, this alone would not satisfy Her. Everything up to this point had been mere preparation.
As She continued to multiply, She occasionally had a dream. It was the life of a woman named Kiyomi, whom She had observed for twenty-five years. One by one, She dug up memories that lodged deep within Kiyomi. In comparison with the ocean of time She’d spent waiting, the shallow years of Kiyomi’s existence were but a few solemn waves. Because this was true, She could evoke Kiyomi’s (to point out a random possible typo in the book, this is spelled as “Kiyoki’s” and not “Kiyomi’s”) memories with great clarity.
It was fun rummaging around in Kiyomi’s being. For it meant also to remember Toshiaki.
Quietly, but steadily, She replicated Herself, as She dreamed…
P. 175, the start of Ch. 16
SHE remembered clearly the first time She became one with Toshiaki. When he entered Kiyomi’s body, her face tightened as she stifled her cries. She, on the other hand, shivered with the pleasure of anticipation and plunged into a state of inordinate excitement.
Kiyomi sensed Her excitement. No wonder, since She thrived in the major nodes of Kiyomi’s brain and nervous system. Kiyomi’s nerves, her spine, and her synapses were all crucial for conveying information to her brain. Over the years, and months, She had come to dominate all of Her host’s organs so that they could no longer manage even the simplest functions without Her. When She was excited, so were Kiyomi’s brain cells; the result of a spectacular burst of neurotransmitters between her synapses. No wonder Kiyomi was ecstatic. Her special stimulation was one that put other’s jot to shame. And so Kiyomi soon forgot the pain and devoted herself to the act. And She, too, surrendered to the pleasure that Toshiaki gave. Oh, this Kiyomi, whose first time it was, how loudly she did moan, how gamely she quivered, how she passed out at the end!
Making love with Toshiaki was pure bliss. Recalling the instances from Kiyomi’s memory, She relished them. Toshiaki’s skill wasn’t honed, sometimes he was even puerile. Even son, She felt a most supreme happiness being loved by Toshiaki, and controlled Kiyomi’s body from within to receive his love as often as possible.
She transfigured Kiyomi’s body in various ways to make it more desirable to him. As time went by, She gradually altered Kiyomi’s face into one that Toshiaki would be most fond of. She reworked Kiyomi’s nervous system to accommodate Toshiaki’s transgressions. Kiyomi never knew why she experienced things so intensely. But for Her, Kiyomi’s nerve structure was laughably simplistic and easy to manipulate. Kiyomi was so innocent in her purity, it was pitiable. To the end, she was unaware that the joy by which her own body possessed was something not her own. But for Her to receive Her joy, and to capture Toshiaki’s heart, it was necessary that Kiyomi feel what She felt. She couldn’t afford to let him abandon her. He was just the man She’d be searching for. She needed to focus Toshiaki’s love.
On Kiyomi…
And then on Her.
Her body fluttered with joy. Soon. Perfection was within reach.
Though She could manipulate a host’s cellular reproduction, it was difficult to maintain the structural changes. The forms She created tended to break down easily. She had to work on the genomic level.
Fortunately, there were sufficient tools here to perform genetic mutations. Right beyond the door as a clean bench where a bluish UV lamp was probably shining. Various carcinogens were lying in the office beyond. With a little hike, it was even possible to get irradiated. There was no shortage of catalysts, either.
She let loose now and unleaded Her power to multiply.
P. 178
Eve is now actively able to move around, so I included a little more than her internal dialog that is in italics in the book.
At that moment, she heard a moist, formless sound, like a large damp mass falling to the floor.
Asakura gasped in surprise. Her knees began to shake. She was planted firmly to her chair. She jerked her knees inward. Just then, her fingertips touched the cup, knocking it over. A piercing shatter. Droplets of tea and ceramic fragments flew into her face, Pain swelled in her cheeks.
SHE stopped, upon noticing the noise.
Someone was here.
She’d been sure no one was left in the laboratory. It couldn’t be Toshiaki. He’d gone home.
She searched Her memory. The figure of a tall woman came to mind. It was her.
She’d failed to sense that signs. She was never curious about bodies other than Toshiaki’s. It couldn’t be helped now. No more noises. Maybe the woman had left…or maybe she was unable to movie, shivering in fear.
What should she do with her?
She saw no reason to hesitate. She would need to reveal Herself sooner or later. Besides, the woman was alone. Toshiaki was Her ally now. She could finish off this woman’s dreams once and for all.
No. If She did that, she could make noise and bring attention. But there was no other way.
She shook her entire body. Then, she started slowly towards the door.
Page 192, the start of Chapter 19
SHE has surfaced for the first time. It had gone better than She ever could have hoped. Kiyomi’s spirit had resisted a few times, yet, She had proven triumphant. To surface and to be held as Herself in Toshiaki’s arms was incomparably more blissful than what She could feel while still buried in Kiyomi. But She was not satisfied. This was only the beginning.
She knew that Kiyomi was dreaming. Memories sometimes leaked out from Her and stimulated Kiyomi’s nerves. Though She had been careful not to enlighten Kiyomi to Her existence, on the twenty-fourth of December, the day Kiyomi was born, Her defenses were never as effective. Every year, Kiyomi seemed sharper that one night. At last, the night before, Kiyomi had glimpsed Her memory of entering the host. Kiyomi would probably never understand what I meant, but it would not do to be careless. There was the danger that she would tell Toshiaki; and while Kiyomi’s ignorance could be counted on, Toshiaki would probably decipher the dream. At last, the time had come to take action, She thought. It was time to renounce her status as an amenable slave. From the last night’s trial, She knew the necessary preparations were now in order. She thought ad Kiyomi’s body complied: a most pleasant reversal of who was mistress, and who slave.
P. 198, a flashback in the middle of the page
Just as I thought…I was right. Only Toshiaki genuinely understands mitochondria. HE IS MY TARGET.
P. 205 to page 208
SHE was satisfied with Her progress.
Compared to when She was first immersed in the cultivation liquid, She was incredibly more evolved. She now had perfect control over Her host. Even those signals she has had to wait for from the outside, She could not easily produce on Her own. She was able now to manipulate the transcription factors that microbiologists call Fos and Jun as well as the protein kinas necessary for signal reception. Among that multitude, She incited mutations, modifying them all so that they coiuld be activated even in the absence of outside stimuli. She could now produce just the needed amount of just the needed protein. This was an exquisite pleasure for Her, this manipulating Her host at will.
She was also content with the laboratory environment. The necessary tools for evolution were all here. Of course, things hadn’t gone so well from the outset. First, She’d had to divide into countless colonies, imparting different stimuli to each one. One of the colonies was bathed in the UV lamp, another took in methylcholanthrene and DAB, carcinogens. Nearly all of them were extinct. Even if they survived, they mutated into something unrelated to Her ultimate purpose. In the past seven days, She’d gone through much trial and error, executing every possible combination. Any excellent line that arose, She nurtured and multiplied. Lately there was never anyone around at night, so She could be as bold and She wished. The woman named Asakura whom She now possessed also aided her development. In the past week, the lab, and the Cultivation Room, had become the stage for Her final evolutionary experiment.
She had endured countless millennia, dreaming this day would come. She had endured the meek role of producing energy as Her host commanded. Assuming that She would always do so as long as she was provided sustenance, Her host simply never doubted Her submission, happily unaware that instilling this very arrogance had been part of Her plan.
Long ago, the host had evolved, ceasing to be a single-celled organism, choosing instead to be multi-cellular. Because each individual cell was allotted its own role, the whole moved efficiently and captured many prey. Quick reflexes became necessary and were developed. The hosts eventually conquered land, acquired intelligence, and built civilizations. All along, they thought their evolution was an outcome of their own efforts. What simple genomes!
All She could do was laugh.
Hasn’t the hosts developed this far because She’d parasitized them?
Hadn’t She provided vast amounts of energy to them? Hadn’t She imparted hope to feeble creatures who had been slinking in dark placed, afraid of oxygen, and endowed them with the powerful weapon of movement? Until the hosts were evolved enough, She was to play the part of slave. She’d merely been pretending to be controlled, waiting only for a man to appear who would truly understand Her, finally appreciate Her.
And now, at long last, the man had come.
Toshiaki Nagashima.
No one ever understood Her as well as he. Soon, he could become the foremost expert on Her. He has no peer, and he would clarify the truths about Her. She knew that for sure. He was the only one who deserved Her.
She relived Kiyomi’s past, shivering as She remembered the scintillating pleasure of love-making. No, it wasn’t Kiyomi that Toshiaki was making love to.
He was making love to ME.
The ecstasy that rippled through Her entire being now was nearly enough to make her swoon.
She sighed in remembrance of this deep joy. She let Her voice soar as high as it would go. What began as a faint vibration inside the indicator solution blossomed into a clear, human voice. Her mere moans were now an ecstatic voice. How wonderful this is, She though. What a beautiful thing indeed, the voice.
Everything was in order.
All that remained was making Her man Hers.
She gathered all Her strength. Putting the nuclear genes to full use, She caused the host to multiply. She able to fill the flask in no time. Once she’d reached the top, She unscrewed the lid from the inside, then pushed Her way out. It was warm and humid inside the incubator. While it wasn’t as comfortable as being immersed in the cultivation liquid, the conditions were suitable for the host. So that Her voice may ring louder, She fashioned first a throat and a mouth. Then two lungs. She took a deep breath of oxygen and activated the electrical transmitters. Then, She uttered the word She’d most wanted to speak, enunciating it slowly, one syllable at a time:
“TO-SHI-A-KI…”
She was deeply moved. Before, She’d need the aid of Her sisters, who flourished in Toshiaki also, to make Her voice echo in this brain cells. Things were difficult now. She could speak. She could make the air vibrate, shake the very heavens calling out his name.
She multiplied further to construct Her figure. A figure that would please Toshiaki the most, that of Kiyomi, once Her host. It was a figure that She’d altered to begin with to suit Toshiaki. Kiyomi had been made into his perfect woman.
She wanted to feel. She hastened to create those parts that would receive his love. She made lips. Toshiaki loved these lips, the same lips he’d kissed time and time again. Now She wanted a breast, and a soft, perfect dome rose out. She gathered more and more nerve endings as the mount approached it’s peak, and let rise a small erection at the top. In the narrow confines of the incubator, one of these was all she could make. But She was satisfied with Her work. She imagined the moment Toshiaki would touch them, and trembled all over. She then formed a dip within Her: a womb and a vagina. She folded pleasts in the latter, again and again, varying their strength, so that Toshiaki would be happy. And lastly, She created a long protrusion next to it, a slender finger.
With the tip of this finger, she touched Her newly fashioned part, relishing the sensation. And Her nipple rose, hard, acute with pleasure. Perfect sensitivity. She breathed hard. She was ready to have Toshiaki.
The little girl, Her younger sister, was in good health. Meanwhile, She had no use for the male. He had to be allowed to die. But the girl was important. It was a pleasure stroke of luck that one of the recipients was female. Had both been male, She would have had to consider having them on a search for suitable women. But that burden had been eliminated. The fact that the recipient was so young, only fourteen, was cause for concern, but she was still a female. This was a “woman” and that mattered above all.
She picked up Her sister’s pulse. Her sister had yet to traverse the final process of evolution and couldn’t quite change the girl’s form, but was able to send signals. From these, She could tell the exact location of the girl, who couldn’t be allowed to die just yet. Otherwise, Her plan would be no reach complete fruition. There was a reason She’d made Kiyomi register at the Kidney bank.
Not much longer now. Soon, She would be queen. As She continued to caress Herself, She grew drunk on the thought.
She was Her host’s slave no longer. She was the mistress, nuclei Her servants. She would be able to create a daughter of Her own will, a life form even more perfect than She. An Eve for the new world.
P.216 to 217
Asakura, possessed by Eve, begins her speech.
“At long last, the day has come for mitochondria to break free.”
Eve continues to address an audience while speaking with Asakura’s body:
“Until now, I have spent most of my life living inside of your bodies. I have seen all of your history that has come to pass and retain it in my memory. I can even remember quite clearly the woman you call ‘Mitochondrial Eve.’”
“You are already familiar with some of what I’m about to tell you, but for the sake of clarity, let me lay it all out. As you already know, because mitochondrial DNA does not take a nucleosomal structure, it is extremely receptive to the influences of active enzymes. As a result, it mutates ten times faster than nuclear genomes. You have thought to use this fact to obtain so-called biological clocks. You calculated how many years it takes mitochondrial DNA to undergo a fundamental change. By harvesting mitochondrial DNA from two different life forms and comparing their genetic differences, you have learned to calculate when those two life forms separated as they evolved. This enables you to draw up genealogical trees.”
“As you honed your methods, you made an attempt to identify your ancestor. You began taking mitochondrial DNA from a wide variety of humans and observed the degrees to which it had altered. You then concluded that all human beings could be traced back to a single woman in Africa. In homage to the Adam and Eve myth, you named her ‘Mitochondrial Eve.’ In other words, Homo Sapiens were born in Africa and subsequently spread throughout the world. You call this the ‘Out of Africa’ model. Many conflicting theories have since arisen, but I assure you, Mitochondrial Eve did indeed exist in Africa. I can even tell you exactly where. Why, you ask? Because I retain the memory. I was Mitochondrial Eve. Of course, even before then, I was lurking in that life form you call ‘Lucy.’ Going back farther, I was there in the small mammals…and in the fish…and yes, even in those feeble single-celled organisms that you used to be.”
(After the chairman attempts to stop her speech)
“Silence!”
The PA feedback slowly subsided and Asakura’s face relaxed into a gentle smile. Toshiaki shuddered in horror. Hers was the disdainful benevolence of a queen bestowed upon underlings who were soon to be tortured. (Had to include that, further evidence that me choosing “Parasite Queen” as the website title was very suited to Eve)
“Now, be quiet and listen to me. If not, you will end up like him. I have been waiting for you humans to come this far. Of course, I was of great assistance, but even so, you opened you universities and shared any and all information you could find about me. I am happy about this; you’ve made good on my efforts. Because coming this far took, oh, so long…The setbacks have been many, too. When the path of letting the dinosaurs evolve was taken way from me, I was crestfallen. But you, you managed to survive that era, eventually evolving to you present stage. I am please for you have actually surpassed my expectations. Thank you. You have played out your role.”
“I will not take your place”
Toshiaki dropped Asakura’s bag.
It was Kiyomi’s voice. There was no mistaking it….Asakura continued in Kiyomi’s voice:
“Since you know that mitochondrial DNA is so prone to change, I am mystified as to why you never noticed me. I change ten times faster than you. The history of your evolution has always been a victory of my making. And now, the next step in evolution will begin. I declare this as the dawning of a new era. The prosperity of the world will be had the hands of my descendants. They will ultimately become new life forms, inheriting both your abilities and mine. A perfect species. Unfortunately, none of you will be around to witness this miracle, for you Homo sapiens will be annihilated, just as your ancestors annihilated their Neanderthal brothers long ago.”
“Toshiaki… Why wont you look at me? You haven’t forgotten me, have you?”
“You were always good to me. Have you forgotten already? Turn this way. Look at me. What pose do you want me to take?”
“That’s right, this body never interested you, did it? I know your tastes. I know, for you, it’s got to be me…”
Page 262 to Page 264
SHE ran at full speed. She had to find a place where She could keep Mariko quiet, where She could deposit the fertilized egg into her womb before Toshiaki and the others arrived.
She had no reason to doubt Her success. Before long, a new Eve would be born. A daughter who possessed both human and mitochondrial abilities in a single body.
She had to hurry. Her host cells were beginning to weaken. Though She controlled its movements and energy, these were cultured cells that could not be exposed to the ait for too long. If She entered into this girl, She could probably survive for a few more days but sooner or later she would be rejected, and eventually eradiated. The fact that Her erstwhile host Kiyomi and this young girl has similar antigens did not mean that the two were identical. Unless she obtained immuno-suppressants, She would be destroyed. While manipulating Asakura’s body, She had had to inject a fresh rotation of cells into the woman daily to cope with the rejection mechanism. She was aware of Her own fragility. That is why She had prepared for a recipient who could bear a child, by sending out a sister.
And in that girl’s body, Her sister had slowly but surely accomplished her task, by altering the girl’s womb to accept Her egg, by ensuring that the placenta of mother and child would be consistent in composition. Her sister had simply followed Her instructions and worked on the girl’s womb. Unbeknownst to anyone, Her sister had altered the womb towards the borderline between the species. Now, Her egg could be planted without hindrance.
Soon, this life form to which Toshiaki had given the name “Eve!” would be no more. Her lige of parasitism would soon be over. But, before that, She had to set the stage for Eve’s birth at all costs.
When Eve was born into this world, she would have the body of a human being. There’d be no need to control the host form like Eve 1 was doing now. She’d be able to utilize all of her abilities for more productive ends. Eve would create energy at will and pour it into action and thought. She would be able to guide every last one of her genes, replicating them or programming them to die at will. She’d be able to evolve freely into any form she desired.
No lie form had ever existed on earth that could do this. Nuclear genomes lacked this most essential attribute for ensuring survival. All living things simply entrusted their fate to ambiguities such as Time and Chance. She had parasitized them all, having no choice but to wait with utter impatience. But Eve would be different. She would be able to mould her own future, accesing nuclear genomes at will and setting her own evolutionary course. Adaptation to environment, perfection and rationalization of faculties, all performed effortlessly. She would be free to occasion mutations. The speed of her evolution would be astronomical. She would be the ultimate life form.
She passed through the shadows along the wall, happening upon a flight of stairs leading underground, then descended them to a damp, narrow space. She continued from there, running down an incline just wide enough to let a car through, at the bottom of which was a sturdy door in a wall.
The door was locked, but She stretched a tentacle through the keyhole and undid the latch. With a rusty creak, the door opened slowly and She slipped inside with the girl.
It was a gloomy space, lit only by the pallid glow of a single ceiling light. She heard the dull sounds of a boiler room. On the left was an elector door and on the right was another door. Light poured out from the frosted glass in the latter.
A sign read “Autopsy Room.”
There was no handle. Thinking what to do, she looked down and noticed a square indentation on the wall next to the door. A small red light flowed in it center. She put a foot into the indentation.
With an electronic whine, the door slid open sideways.
A man in an operating gown turned around.
“What are you do-”
She killed him instantly.

Pg. 266 to page 269
SHE looked around.
The place had the feel of an operating room, but differed slightly from where Kiyomi or Mariko had been operated on. The space was narrow and a total mess. The floor was heavily discolored. Three stainless steel operating tables were lined up in a row. A naked man was laid out on the central one. There were two men in green coats, one on either side of the table, gazing at Her with shock in their eyes.
“He-hey, we’re in the middle of an au…topsy..” said one of them, from behind his mask. She couldn’t set them on fire. If the alarm went off again, it would alert everyone to Her whereabouts. She scowled at the man, then made his heart stop like She had done to the last one. This was almost too easy.
The other doctor blinked his eyes and backed up. His mask was moving, as if he was trying to say something, but no words issued. Dragging Mariko alongside Her, She advanced slowly into the room. She looked at the man on the operating table. He couldn’t have been more dead. His abdomen was spread open down the middle, revealing milk-white fat and gnared entrails. She grabbed one of the corse’s arms to pull him onto the floor.
But Her hand suddenly became deformed. She looked at it in surprise, sending signal to make the hand reform. The cells did not respond. Necrosis had at last begun to take over Her host cells. Kiyomi’s form began to drip down like jam. Her life as Eve 1 was drawing to a close. She didn’t have much time.
Using both arms, She pushed the dead body off the table. It rolled over and fell to the floor with a dull thud. Her shoulders distorted; Her arms began to break away from her torso.
The reaming doctor was flat against the wall, his mouth moving in wordless wonder. The man was already becoming an eyesore, so She disposed of him as well.
She managed to shoulder Mariko up onto the table and lay her out flat. She tore off the remaining cothing from Mariko’s body and gazed upon it.
Such a small body. The chest was still undeveloped and the pubic hair faint, revealing a tight crevice beneath. But the body was female. The womb had to be handled with the utmost discretion, for it would perhaps become the birthplace of many Eves to come. It would need to serve its role as incubator. It was good then to have obtained such a young girl.
A smile came to Her melting face as She crawled on top of Mariko.
At that moment, one of Her arms fell off, hitting the floor with a splat. The severed flesh writhed around seeming to yearn for the body from which it fell, but She ignored it. Her only purpose now was to implant the egg.
She opened Mariko’s legs and lifted her waist to get a better view of her reproductive organs, then pressed the lowed half of Her body onto them.
She had made sure that Toshiaki’s sperm penetrated the egg She created. The fertilization was complete. When a single sperm had entered the egg , a wave of electricity ran along the egg’s surface. She felt it as it She were the energy itself. She’d been preserving this zygote inside Her with the utmost care. Now it was time for it to cross over into Mariko. She moved on to the final deed.
The host cells were half-extinct, but She focused all the remaining ones into Her lower body. In place of Kiyomi’s vagina, She created the male equivalent. The shape of Toshiaki’s came to mind. In a moment’s time, a perfect replica of it arose between Her thighs. Through the center of this protrusion, She fashioned a single tube as a path from the fertilized egg to travel through.
She inserted it gently into Mariko’s body. The girl’s was stiff and She had to push hard through the middle. It was bound to be even narrower inside. She had no choice but to reduce the diameter of Her organ.
When She reached the womb, She explored its insides by moving around Her tip, searching for the most perfect location. And then, She began carefully sending out the fertilized egg.
Wool-like fibers sprouted along the inside of the tube so as not to damage the egg as it quietly glided through the folds. Her pride at that moment was immeasurable. She’d successfully endured millions of years for this moment. The sheer excitement of it made Her body ripple. Ever time the egg moved, it rubbed against the fine hairs, giving Her a most ecstatic pleasure, peripheral to Her task as it may have been. The egg moved steadily from Her lower body, through the inseminator, to the top of the tube. A delicate arousal accompanied its journey all the way through. She felt like going into convulsions, but restrained Herself to keep the egg intact. She tolerated this unusual stimulation, yet the more She restrained, the more intense it became. The egg moved slowly through cottony fibers. She went numb from a job that was far beyond anything She’d experienced while making love with Toshiaki.
And then, the egg broke free.
She called out in ecstasy. Her entire body undulated. Her control over the host was almost gone. The cells were dying out. Her entire being was breaking up and losing all sense of structure. This only doubled Her rapture.
She leaned back and let out a long climactic cry. Though Her body was wasting away, She’d attained the greatest happiness. Soon, Her daughter would be born. And after that, the world would change. Her descendants would become the masters of this globe. She’d wasted an unbelievably long amount of time to reach this point, but this was to be Her retribution. The world was about to begin anew.
No longer would they serve as slaves to nuclear genomes. At last, the world would be theirs.
After Eve 1 births her child, “Eve”, this is the description given of her on pg 273:
It resembled a person, but was not a person at all. It has an ample bosom, curvaceous hips, flowing hair, and other attributes of an ideal female figure. Nothing that a human female could never have. And yet, considered as a whole, this being was not merely perfect; it had gone beyond perfection. It surpassed human women. It surpassed humanity. It was not human, and it was unlike any other life form that had ever walked the earth. This was a life whose very purpose was to become a woman, to express a woman, to relish its being a woman; it was perfect femininity. Standing before it, Toshiaki knew awe. It was too beautiful, and yet grotesque. At the same time that he felt an intense sexual desire, he felt chills that made him nauseous.