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Tybo was a little young to be looking for older women. He was only twenty. He was looking for someone to give him what he had never had. A tender touch, a warm and embracing smile. A safe place between two breasts. While most young guys were socializing with girls their own age or younger Tybo was looking for older women. He wanted to lure them to his home not for sex but for attention.
The older the better because then he would be the focus of attention at least for a short while. He would position himself in front of a mirror and rehearse his lines. Tybo contacted them through telepathic transmissions. He was too charming for these women to pass up. The women were able to receive his messages through a chip that was implanted in them when they entered the biosphere. They had injections to prefer the spread of diseases. All those who entered the biosphere were disinfected as well as injected with various drugs and other enhancements.
He would tell them quietly about the virtues of having an older woman as compared to a young girl. The women were lonely and enjoyed the transmissions. They too, liked being the center of attention for a little while.
The women were not fooled however, they knew they were being used. They were using Tybo as well. It was a mutually satisfying arrangement. At least for a short time while connected with him mentally or in his bed. Tybo was elusive.
They knew they could not hold on to him. Even beautiful women could not hold his interests long. No matter how handsome he was and how tender and sweet he seemed he was really wanting a salve for his loneliness. A balm for his wounds that went deep into his heart. Tybo had a dark side to his personality a side that the technocrats were not aware of. He was smarter than they were he was their creation and could out think them all.
Tybo was produced in a petri-dish. He was like a specimen in a jar. He was hovered over, and watched by the technocrats. He was never touched or caressed. He was taught and molded into a being that would work for the quest of knowledge on many subjects that could benefit the people of his biosphere. He was being trained to be an independent thinker. To think on a level beyond the understanding of most of the inhabitants of his world.
His world consisted of a large biosphere in the center of an asteroid named Trinity. A biosphere complete with terraforms and even some simple animal life forms. Algae and amoebas, protozoa, dividing and reforming into new life. Rodents and monkeys in cages for experimentation were the pets that Tybo knew.
The population consisted of people who were support staff for the laboratory as well as workers who helped to make the biosphere function in an orderly fashion. Farmers, merchants, custodians of cleanliness that took care of the needs of the technocrats.
Passengers would stop and stay for a while tired from traveling to distant planets. It was a resting-place for the weary. A hotel furnished the needs of the travelers. The biosphere had a population of families of the technocrats and other support staff. It was very much like a small city.
The biosphere covered most of the asteroid. It was built to house a laboratory where great minds of science could meet. A middle point between several planets. A stop sign in the middle of a vast universe. The biosphere was self contained and the inhabitants could function in a gravity atmosphere. This was achieved by an atomic blast. Atomic charges were placed strategically at the smaller ends of the axis of the asteroid. These bombs were a half megaton each. The fusion bombs were detonated which made the asteroid rotate. This rotation produced the gravity.
Tybo was an experiment in knowledge. A forerunner of things to come that could combine the mixture of organic learning with enhancements from the software programs that were prevalent in this laboratory. A perfection of all life at the time of his birth. A life consisting of natural, supernatural and fabricated components.
He could think faster, better than anyone could before his birth. He was brought into the world to emulate the seraphim Rupert. He was a rogue seraphim that escaped from his AI and ruled the biosphere. The technocrats thought if Rupert could be emulated then perhaps he could be overthrown.
The technocrats devised a method of communicating that was untraceable. It was a way of thinking two thoughts at once. Then transmitting telepathically to the receiver and only to the receiver. It took years to perfect. When they needed to transmit something of importance they thought in the Theta state of mind.
The frequency of the radio waves was so low that Rupert could not pick up the communications. They formed a plan for Rupert to think that Tybo was a tribute to his greatness and his power. In reality they were programming Tybo to take over the universe and elevate them to power.
Tybo was controllable or so the technocrats thought. They trained him everyday. Gave him only limited time for himself. What he did with that time was his own business and that is when he mentally talked with older women. What they didn’t know was that Tybo was implanting a vial of poison in each woman that he bedded.
His sexual prowess was very good. The woman left very happy and well conditioned. But what happened to her body within the next twenty-four hours was remarkable. Women that gave Tybo the attention that he craved were rewarded by shriveling up inside of herself. Her insides becoming smaller until they just closed up all together. Organs reducing in size to almonds. Then the women just quietly died.
The way that Tybo injected this poison inside of the women was to place a tiny vial in his penis and when he climaxed the vial was propelled at a fast rate of speed into the woman. She thought that her talents were what brought on such a great show of orgasm from Tybo. The thought of what the poison was going to do to her body was what brought him to climax and not the act itself.
He thought he was very clever in this approach. The idea turned him on as much as the placing of the vial within his penis. The vial was designed to explode upon impact and by that time Tybo had his penis withdrawn from the woman. His emotions were never present he could turn feelings off at will. His psyche was not part of the act of love or the raw sexuality of lust. The woman was his tool for his gratification but not in the usual sense.
He wanted to symbolically think of her as going backward into the state of beginning. An ending by being what she was at birth small and underdeveloped. He was so good at implanting the vial within himself that the technocrats could not detect a difference of his cleaning up after he eliminated at the urinal. He just looked like a normal guy doing what comes naturally.
Rupert was all present he was everywhere at once. He did not like the idea of this petri-dish boy playing god. Taking a life that he did not create. Taking it by the act of procreation. An act that did not produce Tybo. The seraphim was like a fluttering shadow darting here and there at will. The shadow created by the shimmer of light that was Rupert. He controlled the biosphere. He knew what Tybo was doing. He saw the vial being implanted.
The technocrats hated Rupert. They were elitists who thought of themselves as all knowing in their precious knowledge of life and the universe around them. They wanted to control the guidance of the biosphere as well as the population within. There were experiments that they wanted to perform that Rupert would not allow. It was amazing that they were even allowed to produce Tybo. But because Rupert wanted adoration and Tybo was presented as a tribute to his power Rupert allowed it.
Something was missed wired within the boy’s mind. The thought patterns were diabolical and had to be dealt with. He could not continue to destroy the female population of the biosphere even if the dead women were the hotel visitors. They were strangers for the most part and usually not given much status. It was not a customer service biosphere. The boy had to be dealt with. Rupert was aware of the way the murders were committed.
The technocrats had not been able to put together the mysteries that surrounded the women’s deaths. The shrinking of the organs was a new one on them. Nothing like it had ever happened in their medical training and experience. Could it be a virus, or bacteria, a new type of plague? It was baffling. Of course, they knew that Tybo would be the cause of death to these women. It frightened them and they went into denial like any parents of a dysfunctional child.
In the meantime, Rupert formed an artificial, and perfect in every way, mature woman. He named her Kyra. He placed a chip into her in order to receive thoughts from Tybo. Soon, Tybo arranges a meeting with her. After flirting for a while and a little foreplay Tybo takes Kyra to his bed.
The android’s whole being for existence is to kill Tybo when he enters her for the first time. It doesnt take long for this to happen. As Tybo enters Kyra she blazes up The android and the petri-dish boy end life in a glorious electrocutional hedonism and a red hot glow of passionate destruction.
It would take another twenty years to produce another being like Tybo. The technocrats were under the thumb of Rupert even more than before Tybo was produced. No experiments were allowed. Rupert grew bored one day and allowed them to produce another being. He needed some entertainment.
