<div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: 150%; line-height: 116%;"><span style="color: #FFBF00">Ernest Glen Stevens</span></span></div><br/><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="color: #FFBF00">Professor Stevens</span></div><br/><br/><div style="text-align: center;"><a class="postlink" href="http://i1343.photobucket.com/albums/o793/Galvin_Fugazi/0b949cc1-f3e3-4b2b-9453-c391a496997f_zps8c4edb79.jpg">[ img ]</a></div><br/><br/>The Professor listened eagerly to Gleywine. It was interesting how their societies had approached where power should be. The fact that the natural habitat and the dangerous animals it bred had brought Getalia to do artificial reproduction was amazing. They had complete control over how many people were to populate and of which gender. It was absolutely stunning to him.<br/><br/><span style="color: #FFBF00">"No one reproduces by natural means at all, anymore?"</span>he asked, completely baffled by that idea. While he and his wife were no longer in love, he still looked back at the memories of her carrying their children fondly. He had loved every moment of it, had loved how round she had gotten, loved how she waddled damn near everywhere as time went on, loved being able to hold either side of her large belly. It had been thrilling and exciting--and these folks would never experience that sort of joy. He was sure they likely cared for their young just the same, but the bond between two parents as they waited for their child on the way?<br/><br/>But perhaps he was just too sentimental. None of his children had been expected, each being their own surprise for he and his wife, but it had brought the two of them closer. Too bad he had ruined it all.<span style="color: #FFBF00">"When you say artificial reproduction--do the women carry their children or are they gestated in some other way?"</span><br/><br/><span style="color: #FFBF00">"And what of your King? What does he do? Does he have any role or is he just decoration?"</span>