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The Chinese Secret
By Ellie Dauber
(c) 2003
August 14, 1998
Dr. Xaochien stood on the control platform watching the men marching into
the stadium. They marched in rows of ten, heads held high, the cream of the
army of the People's Republic of China. Row followed row followed row,
until almost 40,000 men stood below him on the field.
Amazingly, these men, from the lowest private to the senior officers, were
stark naked. Only identification tags, "dog tags" the hated Americans
called them, identified each soldier. Each tag listed the wearer's name,
rank, and specialization. These were not ordinary soldiers. They were
specialists in covert operations, sabotage, espionage, assassination,
guerilla warfare.
Xaochien heard footsteps. Major General Lipyang had joined him on the
platform. The general was a hero of the revolution, his crisply starched
uniform bearing ribbons from campaigns that dated back to the War for the
Liberation of Korea. His steel-gray hair and craggy features made him the
sort of "general from central casting" Xaochien had seen in movies when he
had been studying medicine in London all those years ago.
"Is the device ready?" Lipyang asked.
"It is, General. The radiation generator units have been placed to sweep
the field in all four dir--"
"I did not ask for a technical briefing, Doctor. I asked if the device was
ready to effect the transformations."
"I... I am sorry, General. The machine is like my child, and you know how a
parent loves to brag."
"I do, and that is why I will ask one more time before I have you replaced
by someone who _will_ answer my question."
Xaochien stiffened. He didn't need or want to know where he might be taken
away to. "I apologize, General. The device is ready. Power is at maximum.
The men have received the preparatory injections. I will begin the
process as soon as you say."
"Thank you, Doctor." The General smiled. For a moment, Xaochien imagined
that the General's teeth had all been filed to points. It was a silly idea,
but, somehow, he didn't want to look too closely to make sure that it was
only his imagination.
There was a microphone on a stand at the front of the platform. The General
walked to it. As soon as they saw him, without requiring a command, the men
on the field all snapped to attention.
The General nodded, acknowledging the respect he had just been shown.
"Soldiers, you are about to begin a long term assignment. You will not see
your families again for perhaps twenty years. You will not see your country
again for that same time. Do not fear for your families, for your country
will protect them and care for them. And do not fear for your country, for,
when you return to it, it will be the predominant -- no, the only -- power
in the world. It will be the _master_ of the world.
"Our enemies, those who would destroy us, will, themselves, be destroyed.
And that will be your doing. That will be the result of what we begin here
today."
"In the next few minutes, strange things will happen to you. You will be
changed beyond your imaginings. You will be so changed, in fact, that you
will lose yourselves. You will fear this as it happens, but you _will not_
be overcome by that fear. You are the finest soldiers our nation possesses
and are trained to go beyond such fear. I have no doubt of this, and I
salute you for the courage that you will show this day as well as on that
future day when you find yourselves again and truly begin your glorious
mission."
The General's heels snapped together, and his arm raised in perfect,
practiced salute. "For the glory of the Chairman and of our nation." He
lowered his arm, and stepped back from the microphone.
"Doctor, as I understand your device, it takes thirty seconds to begin its
effect once it is activated. Is that correct?"
"Yes, General."
"And once the device has been activated, it cannot be stopped until some
five minutes have passed?"
"Yes, General. It is a result of the need for certain components to be...
shall I continue with the explanation?"
"No, I just wanted to be certain. Activate the device."
"Yes, General." Xaochien flicked several switches on a control panel. The
digital indicators on the panel shifted slowly upward from zero to 100
percent. An odd, high pitched humming was heard from various places all
along the borders of the field. Yellow bands of energy formed. They
swelled and moved like living things, joining together into a ring that
swelled to cover the entire field.
A few of the men, very few the General noticed proudly, flinched. He was
even prouder that not a single man broke ranks and ran. It was just as
well; there were marksmen outside the field to stop the escape of any man
who did run.
"The effect will begin in about ten seconds," Xaochien said.
"Just enough time," the General said. Before Xaochien could move, the
General leapt off the platform and ran onto the field. "See you in twenty
years, Doctor," he yelled, as he ran out to join his command.
Xaochien didn't know what to do. How could he explain the loss of the
General to the rest of the High Command? There was no way to stop the
transformation. Cutting power to the device would create a surge overload
that would kill him and every other person on the field. He shuddered as
the energy field grew more solid, as if becoming a yellow tin roof, and
shutting off his view of what was happening to the men below.
Still, he did not need to see the transformation to know it.
The men could not move. Neural impulses from their brains to their
voluntary muscles were blocked. They could breathe, their hearts continued
to beat, their organs to function, but that was all.
Now the men were growing smaller, thinner. Their prized muscle tone was
lost to them. They probably looked like teens by now. Even the General was
growing younger. His hair was no doubt black again; the wrinkles earned
from his long military life, smoothing out.
The men were sweating now, feeling the pain of bone loss, as their skeletons
reduced in size and the tendons shifted and flowed to keep their connections
with the smaller bones.
The men were even younger by now. Except for the tops of their heads and
eyebrows, there was no trace of hair. They were now going back through
puberty, the hormone levels of their bodies shrinking even as their male
organs did.
By now, some of the men were no doubt feeling great fear. No man could look
at his own shrinking body, but he could see those around him. It did not
matter, certainly not to Xaochien. No man could run; none could even cry
out. The field kept them immobile throughout the transformation.
The average physical age of the men was now about eight, Xaochien thought.
"Now the true transformation begins."
Within the field, the men -- the boys... the _little_ boys -- felt odd
sensations at their groins. Many fought the paralysis of the field to look
down, but it was no use.
Which was just as well.
If they could have watched, the little boys would have been horrified.
Their male organs were small now, as was to be expected of small children,
but, now their penises shrank even faster down to less than an inch in size.
Their scrotal sacks emptied, as their immature testicles moved up into their
bodies to begin a transformation to ovaries. Future sperm production would
now be given over to the creation of eggs.
Other organs rearranged. The flesh of the scrotum tightened to become two
lips as a small indentation appeared between them. By the time the former
soldiers were physically reduced to the age of three, their penises had
sunken into the new opening to become clitorises. The soldiers were now
female down to the very genetic level.
Yet, had anyone been able to see them, there would have been little sign of
surprise or shock, even though such facial gestures were possible under the
effects of the device. Brain cells were affected by the device as well, as
was the capability to acquire and use information. Simply put, the soldiers
were slowly losing any awareness of ever having been adults.
The effect continued for a few moments more. Then, as if by magic, the
yellow barrier disappeared. What met the eye were 40,000 babies, all
healthy and all no more than six months old, laying on the field. A few
began to cry; others managed to lift themselves enough to start crawling.
Near the front of the mass of naked infants, a single child sat fighting to
free herself from the uniform of an adult, a uniform it no longer
understood.
A cadre of nurses and aides wheeled carts out onto the field and began to
collect the young ones. They would be taken to three score hospitals around
the nation where they would be cared for while they waited. In the next
five years, their nation would gain a great deal of hard currency from the
payments U.S. citizens would make to adopt them. The device was used at a
much lower level to keep them young enough to be the babies that Americans
wanted to adopt.
***
June 19, 2016
Cindy Fuller looked down at what she had just written in her diary. The
pretty college freshman had gotten home for summer break the week before.
She was glad now that she hadn't told her parents about the odd dreams she'd
been having. The psychologist at school had said not to worry. It was
common for adopted children to dream about their biologic parents,
especially as they reached adulthood and were more able to seek them out.
Cindy's adopted parents had changed her first name to that of a recently
deceased aunt as a way of making her more a part of their family. That
happened to a lot of Chinese adoptees. Cindy had grown up answering to her
new name. She'd had little interest in her native country. She was raised
to be an American, and she was proud to think of herself as one.
It had been a shock a few weeks before to suddenly dream of herself as an
adult in some sort of uniform in a place with what she somehow knew were
Chinese ideograms on the walls. It was more of a shock when she found that
she could read them.
Now she understood why.
Dear Diary,
The dreams came together last night. I know what they mean and who
I really am.
What's more, I know the mission of my men and myself. I grew up the
second time here in America, and I understand it in ways that I
could never have as a member of the General Staff back in China. I
know its strengths and its weaknesses, and I now remember enough of
my military skills to know how to make the most of those weaknesses.
My forces, the 40,000 under my command, are scattered across this
nation.
No doubt they remember as I do.
The signals to mobilize -- to begin what we were sent here to do --
are easily communicated.
We can do it, do what we were sent here to do. We could weaken this
nation so greatly that it would fall helplessly into the control of
Mother China.
Yet, there is a flaw, a fatal flaw in the plan.
We grew up here the second time. I grew up here the second time, and
I find that I have grown to love my new life in so many ways that I
never loved my old one. I am content, happy to be Cindy Fuller. I
would much rather be her, a pretty, young woman, than to be General
Lipyang.
I like dressing up in soft, clinging clothes, putting on makeup,
shopping. I prefer to be the feminine creation that Xaochien's device
and all of my experiences in this country have made of me. Wearing
pinafores, and playing with dollies, giggling with my girlfriends
while we listened to CDs of boys bands, these things more than balance
the hard years of military life that shaped the man I was. He is as
dead as if Xaochien's device had killed him.
Besides, if I try to destroy the country, I won't have time to go to
the lake with Jeff Reynolds this weekend. "Playing house" with that
hunky stud of mine will be a lot more fun.
***
An article in the June 15, 2003, Philadelphia Inquirer said that over 33,000
Chinese babies had been adopted by Americans and brought to the U.S. Most
of these babies are girls. The _official_ explanation is that Chinese
culture values boys much higher than girls, and these are female babies
whose parents might otherwise have abandoned them to die.
Now you know the real reason.
And the reason why their insidious plan won't work.
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