Ireland, Japan, Australia

It was Frau Redl who had the honor of introducing him. “Members of the International Assembly, observers, staff, Board Members, physicians, members of the press, I am proud to introduce the young man who powers the Project, feeding it every day, making it grow, who has given so much, in a literal sense, for the health of the human race, the Sire, Khalil David Schreiber, or as we all know him, Kai-Kai! ”

Another standing ovation as the naked young man nervously and awkwardly walked up the stairs to the stage, paper in hand, followed by his mother. His bare feet, broad and tough from a life of never having worn shoes, slapped across the polished wooden flooring with his nervously rushed gait. Mrs. Schreiber, a calming presence, walked slowly and evenly behind him. Kai-Kai of course was not fazed by parading his nudity in front of hundreds of people. But he was shy about speaking in public, an aspect of his modest and self-effacing personality.

“Um . . . “ As he got behind the microphone he cleared his throat. It was an open lectern and everyone could see his penis and testicles swaying back and forth with his squirming. His mother stood at his side. In a whisper everyone could hear, she said, “Remember —speak slow, and loud.” He nodded and began reading his prepared remarks.

“I am glad to be here and I welcome you folks who came here from all over the world. I am glad to see the Project is going well. I have met many friends in the Project and they are all good people. I am also glad to meet the women who I impregnate and are bearing the Project’s children.” It was notable that he could have said “my” children, but did not. “I hear the children are all doing well. They will save the human race.” Kai-Kai’s writing style was so simple that he sounded like a fifth grader. It was one of the things that made him seem younger than he actually was, that made people think of him as just a boy. His mother and his sister had urged him to be more flowery, but without success. “I also like living in Semillas and I have many friends there.” This was as much as he wanted to say about his personal life. He knew many people from outside Semillas were curious about “what this boy was really like”, what his everyday life was, who his friends were, what he was interested in, and so on. But he didn’t want to take up the convention’s time with personal stuff. He wanted to address them only in his official capacity as the Sire.

Now he got to the part that was written for him by the Penetration Committee. “I want to note that there are several P-6’s here and I would like them to stand up. First, Brigid O’Dierna of County Cork, Ireland.” A very pregnant and very white-skinned woman of about 40, with red hair streaked with gray, struggled to stand up. “Fumiko Hayakawa of Osaka, Japan.” A smallish Asian woman of about 35, maybe four months pregnant, stood up in the front row. “Allunga Sampi of Darwin, Australia.” A very dark-skinned Aboriginal woman of 30 stood up. All were wearing traditional dress for the occasion. They had green ribbons around their shoulders, to identify them at the convention.

Kai-Kai read off eight more names. When the eleven women were all standing, women from all around the world in various stages of pregnancy, Kai-Kai said, “We all congratulate you. And you deserve a hand.” Everyone loudly applauded these women, including Kai-Kai, who had ejaculated into their vaginas at some point from three months to eight months ago. The women bowed to the crowd and sat down.

Now Kai-Kai went back to what had been written for him, or rather, added up for him. “I am here to report that in my duties as the Sire I have fathered, so far, 7,687 children, with about 1,900 confirmed as being on the way. I have ejaculated a total of about 25 gallons of my semen into 9,870 women, giving them roughly 11 trillion of my sperm.” There was a round of chuckling at these huge numbers, and the awkward images they placed in everyone’s mind, which caused Kai-Kai to smile and blush. He lightened up a bit and made a joke. “I hope that’s enough.” This got a laugh, so he said, “I - I can make more, you know.” A bigger laugh. He was aware that the crowd couldn’t help but look down at the young testicles, the source of all those children, the producers of those trillions of sperm. They poked out behind each side of the boy’s long, thick, soft penis, the size of goose eggs, the left one a little lower than the right.

Now everyone looked back up to his face as he cleared his throat and continued reading. “It is estimated that sometime next month, probably on Tuesday the 14th, the I-6 on that day will be the 10,000th lady, I mean woman, I impregnate.” Spontaneous and rising applause greeted this and he had to speak louder to deliver the triumphant final line, “‘25 - 25’ is well on its way! Thank you!”

He bowed, glad that he got through the speech without stumbling. He got a hug from his mother and they both waved. Now, with the cheering still going on, he quickly exited, holding his penis with one hand to keep it from flopping around, his mother following.