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Pro-Life
Synopsis: A man and his girlfriend get into a dispute when she
accidentally gets pregnant. He doesn't want her to have an
abortion, but she doesn't want the baby. Fortunately (or
unfortunately), the miracles of modern science give them both a
way to be satisfied.
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Pro-Life
The gavel smacked once again onto a square wooden block atop
the desk, interrupting the heated argument with its sharp wooden
bang. "If you two will not conduct yourself in my court, I will hold
you in contempt." The judge, in his black robe, glared down at the
two people arguing in front of his bench. "Is that clear?"
The man glared at the young woman, then he looked up at the
judge. His features softened, and he tried to appear contrite.
"Yes, your honor," he said meekly. He looked confident; older
than the woman, he was in his early 30's. His neat and obviously
fresh haircut was a blatant attempt to lend him an air of
professionalism; with his slightly-worn and not-quite-fitting suit, it
almost worked.
"Miss Wells?" the judge demanded.
The young lady, perhaps twenty-three and quite attractive, shot
one last dagger-filled look at the man, then she nodded to the
judge. "Yes, sir." Tall, slender, she had an attractive figure
suitable for modeling; her makeup was perfectly applied, and her
hair was impeccably styled. Despite the look of a runway model,
she seemed nervous, almost frightened. And her obvious anger
at the man almost made her look like a teenager having a temper
tantrum.
The judge frowned at both of them. "I understand your ...
frustration at the situation. This type of dispute has, unfortunately,
become quite common since the Supreme Court ruling in Johns v
Perkins."
The man smiled smugly. "Yes, your honor. And since that ruling
is the law of the land, I only want my rights respected in this
case."
The woman's face turned red, and she looked like she wanted to
kill the man. "But what about _my_ rights?" she fairly screamed.
The judge scowled at the young lady. "Miss Wells," he said
sternly, "you asked for an expedited adjudication of your case,
given the nature of the issue. Closed courtroom, no witnesses,
no lawyers. Although this is highly unusual, I agreed to hear your
case under these circumstances, since it _is_ your best chance of
an expedited decision. Now unless you wish to have me dismiss
your case, or to summarily rule against you, I suggest ... strongly
... that you control your temper. Do I make myself understood?"
The woman's lips moved as if she wanted to speak, but no words
came forth. Finally, she nodded. "Yes, your honor."
The judge nodded. "Let me review to see if I have the facts of the
case correct. You two have been seeing each other exclusively
for almost ten months. Three months ago, you," he glanced at
Miss Wells, "moved in with Mister Scaletti. Correct?" Both parties
nodded mutely. "Your relationship has been sexual in nature,
correct?" Again, they nodded. "Due to some unique medical
problems, Miss Wells, you have been on a custom formulation of
birth control hormones since you became sexually active, is that
correct?" The woman nodded. "And your pharmacy made an
error in filling your prescription with another customer's
prescription for fertility medication, right?" The woman nodded
again, frowning. "With the result that you are now pregnant,
correct?"
Felicia Wells nodded mutely, taking but a moment to shoot an
angry glare at her ex-partner. The pharmacy had explained that
was an accident, but since he _did_ want a family, and he _did_
work at home, she couldn't help wondering if it really _had_ been
an accident.
"So, the heart of the matter is that you," the judge looked over his
glasses and the paper at Miss Wells, "want an abortion, while
you," he glanced at Mario Scaletti, "want her to carry the child to
birth." He saw both nod. "Mr. Scaletti, can you please tell the
court why you want her to keep the baby?"
The man cleared his throat. "I was raised to believe in the
sanctity of life, from conception to natural death. The baby is not
a lump of tissue. It's a baby. My baby. He ? or she - deserves a
chance at life. It's a God-given right."
"So you filed for an injunction to stop the abortion."
"Yes, your honor," Mario answered confidently. "I have the right,
as the biological father of the child, to have a say in the matter."
He smiled smugly.
Miss Wells fumed, her cheeks turning crimson with anger, but she
kept her mouth shut. She knew that the law was on his side ?
ever since that landmark abortion ruling two years ago.
"Miss Wells," the judge continued, "would you please explain, for
the record, why you do want an abortion?"
"Certainly, your honor," Felicia said through clenched teeth. She
was fighting to maintain her composure in the face of her ex-
partner's smug arrogance. "It's my body, not his. I'm the one who
has to go through pregnancy. I'm the one who has to go through
childbirth. I'm the one whose career is going to be interrupted -
maybe even ruined."
She shook her head. "It's not that I hate children," she added
quickly, perhaps too quickly. "I want to have a family someday.
But I'm a model, and I've only got so many good years. Stretch
marks would ruin my career."
The judge nodded. "So you intended to have an abortion."
"Yes, your honor. Until he got the injunction to stop me."
The judge stared at her for a few moments. "It is his right under
the law," he explained slowly. He turned again to Mr. Scaletti.
"Why shouldn't she have an abortion? What if the situation were
reversed? If you were the one who was pregnant, and whose
career was going to be interrupted or even halted because of a
pregnancy? What then?"
Mario stood resolutely. "Life is life. It's not ours to give and take.
It's a gift from God. If it were reversed, I'd have to complete the
pregnancy and have the baby." He smiled smugly, knowing that
the hypothetical question was irrelevant to the case, since it was
impossible.
The judge frowned. "Then why are you refusing to marry her? To
her, having the baby is a huge responsibility, both physically and
financially. If, and I'm not suggesting that you would do this, but if
you were to ?skip town' as some unwed fathers do, she would be
left with a baby and no career."
Mario frowned. This was a different tack than he was expecting.
"I am willing to make such a commitment. But I won't marry her
while she's pregnant. It's a cultural thing with my family. Like the
only reason that I'm getting married is because of the pregnancy."
He shook his head. "To me, the issues are different. Committed
marriage is one thing. The sanctity of life is another."
The judge sat back, letting the paper slip from his hands. "I see
we have an impasse here." Then the corners of his mouth turned
up in a wry smile. "But if there were a way to satisfy both parties,
would you agree?"
Felicia frowned. "The only way he'll be satisfied is if I have the
baby!"
Mario nodded, frowning. "And she won't be happy unless she
gets to end her pregnancy."
The judge nodded. "If there were a way, would you agree?" he
repeated, his voice strangely devoid of even a hint of emotion.
"Yes, I guess so," Mario said slowly, confused.
Felicia nodded. "I guess."
"Very well." He banged the gavel. "By order of this court, Mr.
Scaletti, you are awarded full custody of the baby. Miss Wells,
you are relieved of all custodial rights. Visitation rights will be
decided after the birth of the baby." The judge pulled on a pair of
reading glasses, picked up some documents from his bench, and
scanned them. He peered over the glasses at the two.
"Approach the bench."
Both parties walked to the front of the judge's bench, Mario
bearing a smug grin on his face. "Please read and sign this
agreement." The judge extended a document to the two of them.
Almost as an afterthought, he glanced over the reading glasses at
Felicia. "Miss Wells, you will note that this agreement does not
preclude or prejudice in any way any future legal action you may
wish to pursue against the pharmacy."
Scaletti signed immediately without bothering to read. After
glaring at his smug self-satisfied grin, Felicia Wells slowly read the
document, feeling the icy stare from Mario as she seemingly
delayed the inevitable. She started slightly at one point, then with
a curious expression on her face, she signed as well and handed
the form back to the judge. The judge examined the paper, then
nodded toward the bailiff.
Scaletti sensed motion beside him, and as he turned, he felt
something stab into his arm. His smug grin vanished into shock
as he turned, and even as he opened his mouth in question, he
felt dizzy. The last thing he saw was the impassionate face of the
bailiff who was holding a syringe in his arm.
**********
Clarity of thought slowly returned to Mario. He realized that he
was lying down in a bed. Slowly, as the world came into focus, he
began to sort out his surroundings. He realized that his torso was
propped up slightly. On one side, an IV bag was dripping steadily
into the line; while he couldn't follow the line all the way, he saw it
rise again from beside the bed and snake to his arm, where it
vanished beneath a bandage. He slowly took in the gown draped
over his body. Mario Scaletti realized slowly that he was in a
hospital bed. He glanced around until he located the door. It was
nearly shut.
"Nurse," he called weakly. His voice was scratchy, and his throat
hurt for some reason. No one came. "Nurse," he called again,
trying to sound louder. The effort failed, and no one appeared.
He leaned back heavily on the pillow. His mind raced. How had
he gotten here? What was he doing here anyway? The last thing
he remembered was being in the courtroom. He remembered
feeling a sting in his arm. Maybe he had injured himself falling?
As he pondered his situation, the door moved, and a young
attractive nurse peeked in. "Oh, I see you're awake," she said in
a cheery voice. She walked confidently to the bedside. "Let's see
how you're doing." She smiled as she retrieved his chart from the
end of the bed. After scanning it quickly, she set it on the bed and
took his arm. Quickly, professionally, she took his vital signs,
while Mario lay on the bed feeling helpless and weak. When he
tried to speak, the nurse hushed him so she could finish her work.
"What happened?" he asked after what seemed an eternity.
"Why am I here?"
The nurse smiled warmly. "I don't know," she admitted, "but your
orders say that I'm to call Judge Martin as soon as you're awake."
She put a call button in his hand, then walked out the door,
leaving Mario as confused as when he'd first awakened.
**********
"Mr. Scaletti?"
The voice from the doorway seemed strangely familiar to Mario.
He rolled from his side to his back, sighing heavily at the effort it
took. "Judge," he replied when he recognized one of the two
visitors. The other man wore a white lab coat, like a doctor or lab
technician. The nurse followed the two men into the room. "What
happened? Did I pass out or something?"
The judge smiled, a strange and seemingly ominous smile. "Or
something."
"I don't understand." Mario shook his head as if to clear the
cobwebs.
The judge smiled at him. "This has to do with the resolution to
your case," he said easily.
"Resolution ? in a hospital?" Mario puzzled, then he frowned.
"Did Felicia ... get her abortion, then?"
The judge shook his head easily. "Tell me, what do you
remember ? about your case, that is?"
Mario frowned. "What does that have to do with my injury?" he
scowled. Seeing the judge's expression, he closed his eyes and
thought for a moment. "I'm pretty sure that you ruled that I would
get custody of the child," he said after a moment's thought.
"Things are little hazy."
The judge nodded. "That's what the decree said. Do you
remember what else is in the decree?"
Mario puzzled for a moment. "No. Just that Felicia couldn't get
an abortion, and since she didn't want the baby, I would get
custody." He shook his head, still puzzled. "But why am I here?"
Mario asked. He didn't seem to hurt anywhere, except for the odd
and slightly queasy feeling in his stomach.
The judge nodded at the doctor. "It has everything to do with your
case."
As if on cue from the judge, the doctor and nurse moved to
Mario's bedside. The gently pulled his gown up and the doctor
began to examine him. Mario gasped when he saw the incision
on his abdomen.
"What the heck is going on?" he demanded, ignoring the doctor
examining the scar with an instrument with a strange rod-like
instrument. Mario felt a slight twinge of pain when the doctor
touched the scar.
The judge merely smiled. "It was the only way to resolve the case
to mutual satisfaction. You have custody of the baby, since you
thought the baby's life was more important than the mother's
wishes."
Mario scowled again. "But ... it wasn't born yet!"
The judge's smile broadened. "Doctor, if you would please
explain to the patient..."
The doctor straightened, placed the instrument back in his pocket,
and cleared his throat. "Yes, well, actually, it's quite simple. We
merely transferred the fetus."
Mario's mouth dropped open. "But ... that's nonsense! I'm a
man!" He turned to the judge. "Judge, stop this joke! I know you
don't approve of my pro-life views, but this is going too far!"
"I do not joke with matters of the law," the judge said sternly. "I
am applying the consent decree precisely as worded. You asked
for custody of the child, and you are getting custody of the child."
"But..."
"It's really quite simple," the doctor continued. "When we took the
blood sample to establish paternity, we genetically altered one of
the cells into a stem cell, then we programmed the new stem cell
to pattern around a scaffold and grow into the required organs."
He saw the look of confusion on Mario's face. "Surely you've
heard of the genetic engineering and rapid-healing techniques,
no? Well, we just used those techniques to rapidly grow your new
organs."
Mario saw the smile on the judge's face, and digested the words
of the doctor. He didn't like the implications of their explanations.
"You're saying that you ... implanted a ..." His mouth hung agape
at the thought.
The doctor nodded. "Yes, we implanted a uterus in your
abdomen, and once it was fully matured, we transferred the
fetus." The doctor glanced at the judge, then looked back to
Mario. "The fetal transfer was a tricky bit of surgery, I have to
admit."
"But ... I'm a man! I can't have a baby!" Mario protested. He
looked pleadingly at the doctor, who just shrugged. The nurse
smiled at him, a knowing smile that made Mario feel
embarrassed.
The doctor continued, "You have all the organs required to
support the normal development and delivery of a baby, not just
the uterus."
Mario's eyes widened. "But ..." His mouth hung agape as he
realized just what they were talking about. Despite the female
nurse in the room, he reached down beneath the blanket at his
waist, feeling his crotch. "It's ... gone!" he cried in despair as his
hands touched his genital area. "But I'm a man!" he protested
weakly.
The judge smiled. "Not any more."
"Why?" Mario wailed.
It was all quite clearly spelled out in the consent decree," the
judge explained simply.
"What?" Mario asked, surprised at his explanation.
"You wanted custody. You have custody." He glanced at the
physician. "I had the doctor use the tissue to grow the requisite
organs ? just in case." He smiled. "It was the only fair way to
adjudicate the case, you see."
The doctor nodded. "You will be happy to know that, based on
what we saw during the transfer, you have a very healthy baby
boy." He glanced at the judge, then at the nurse. "Your body is
producing the proper levels of hormones to sustain and nourish
the developing baby." He stole a quick glance at the nurse's
chest. She noticed, and arched her back slightly, thrusting her
bosom forward. "Which will, of course, cause the normal
physiological development."
Mario's eyes widened. "You mean...?"
The doctor smiled. "By the time the baby is born, you should be
equipped for nursing your baby ? should you so choose." He
grinned. "And based on our evaluation of your genes, you should
be _very_ well equipped."
Mario felt tears forming in his eyes. "But ... this isn't what I
wanted," he cried.
The judge stood. "It is precisely what is in the consent decree.
You have full custody." He smiled enigmatically. "You should
have read the full content of the order. You were awarded
custody, and since the fetus has yet to be delivered, that required
that you be changed to accommodate the development, delivery,
and post-natal care of the child." He stood and solemnly shook
Mario's hand. "Congratulations. You're a mother ... Ms. Scaletti."
FIN
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