<div class="floatright">(https://i.pinimg.com/originals/fb/49/53/fb49534b5470b112d46078395c703b70.png)</div><span class="bbc_size" style="font-size: 18pt;"><strong>Helena DiNello</strong></span><br/><strong>Location</strong>- Genetics Lab<br/><strong>Tagging</strong>- Everyone<br/><hr/><br/>As was her wont, Helena slept late, as being a geneticist meant her work wasn't time sensitive unless she was working on a sample. Her alarm woke her at 9, allowing her to make the tail end of breakfast and avoid the usual rush. However, when she finally made her way into the cafeteria, Helena noted that there were more people inside than usual, and there was an undercurrent of fear and anger in the conversations she overheard as she headed for the chow line. Some of what she overheard didn't make any sense, and she wanted to brush it off as idle gossip. But, Helena knew she couldn't. The anger and fear were too widespread to be idle gossip.<br/><br/>Grabbing some food from the picked over remnants, Helena sat and ate slowly, going through news articles on her phone as she did so. She was horrified to see what was going on in the outside world regarding Futanari. In her line of work, Helena had been working with Futanari in one way or another for years. She'd never had any problems with them, finding a majority to be pleasant to work with. So much so that she routinely forgot they were Futanari, and thought of them as women like her. They weren't diseased or the lust-filled maniacs they were being portrayed as with this latest legislation.<br/><br/>When she finished her breakfast, Helena strolled towards her lab, feeling offended by the idea that Futanari were going to be subjected to medical testing against their will. As a scientist, it went against everything she believed in, and she couldn't imagine that any scientist or doctor worth their salt would go along with such a ridiculous edict. It was anathema to her very being. And while it could be said that she did her own form of medical testing, she was careful to get written consent, and explained everything to her subjects. She did nothing to jeopardize their health or wellbeing. Everything she did was in the interest of scientific research.<br/><br/>She wasn't surprised, then, to find that she had three phone messages waiting her in her lab from two labs she knew were working on Futanari research, and one from a government agency. She knew without having to talk with them that they wanted to recruit her. Helena's work was considered the foremost in the field, and no one knew Futanari genetics better than Helena. Yet, she had no wish to be a part of the abominable work she was undoubtedly being contacted to be a part of. She tossed the messages in the trash and went over to her desk.<br/><br/>"Miss DiNello?" One of her lab assistants called over to her. "There's a call for you on line two. A Dr Thomas from Cornell?"<br/><br/>"I'll take it here. Line two, you say?" Helena asked, seeing her assistant nod. She picked up the phone and tapped the button to connect the call. "Before you even ask me, Steve, the answer is no."<br/><br/>"Helena. It's good to hear your voice. Aren't you even the least bit interested in hearing out offer?"<br/><br/>"Dammit, Steve, didn't you hear me? I don't want any part of whatever experiments your lab is planning on running. These are sentient beings whose only crime seems to be that they were born with a genetic aberration. And you think you can woo me into forcing them to submit to your will? To cooperate with the new Gestapo? Want me to tell them 'Arbeit macht frei'? Fuck you. I won't be a part of this. Goodbye." Helena slammed the phone down on the receiver, feeling anger bubbling in her gut.<br/><br/>The fact that she was being contacted made her feel validated in her work, as it meant her skills and knowledge were highly sought after. But, she couldn't help but be angry at the idea, and maybe she'd gone a step too far. If she were keeping track, she'd have admitted she violated Godwin's Law, but really. What was happening was a textbook example of fascism, and she couldn't ignore it. She refused to ignore it. And she wouldn't hesitate to say it again, if asked.<br/><br/>Turning to her notebook, Helena tried to calm herself by reading the results of the previous days tests. Every sample she'd taken had yielded almost no viable sperm cells, and she was beginning to wonder if her original hypothesis was correct. Most Futanari she'd tested appeared sterile. And yet, there were almost daily reports of women claiming they'd been impregnated by a Futanari. And there was that journal article from Purdue, of a Futanari who'd been found with viable sperm cells in her ejaculate. Helena was puzzled, but she loved puzzles, and this one was particularly difficult<br/><br/>"Report #76523. Subjects F-K show no signs of viable spermatazoa on visual exam. Genetic marker testing will begin later today. Chromosomally, there is no explanation for the aberration. DNA testing will commence when sufficient samples have been acquired. However, early DNA tests show retarded RNA sequencing, and incompatibility with standard human RNA. Gene pairs appear repellent. No data on why. End report."<br/><br/>Helena sighed and continued making notations on her log, noting her most recent test subjects as sterile and forwarding the information to management and to the medical center. Helena had been discussing the ideas with Adrianne and Dorothy, the only other two in the building who had an understanding of biology and genetics. Of yet, they'd not been able to offer any insight. Still, the young Adrianne appeared to have promise, if Nurse Ride's judgment was to be trusted. For all Helena knew, the nurse wanted what her namesake bespoke. A ride. And there was no doubt that any of the Futanari in the building would have been happy to be the one being ridden.<br/><br/>Helena gestured to one of her assistants. "I'm going to need some new samples. Set me up a few interviews today. Open call. Usual pay rate. The works."