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Proofread 2/17/2010 Koala Lee and Lyns World Chapter 1 Lee Lyn Hamelton looked at the other seven system engineers. We had all gone to school together for the last two years. We each were experts in computer operations. We each knew more than anyone else did in the world about the computer system that would be under our charge. Unknown to anyone else we were all in a conspiracy with each other also. For the last 200 years, the world had become over populated. Therefore, the world governments had decided that they had to export the excess population off the planet. The only known way for that to happen was to make multi-generational ships out of asteroids. These ships would take generations to reach the nearest star systems. Speed was not a problem. They had all of the time in the universe. The simplest way to 'build' a ship was take an asteroid from the belt and turn it into one big city. Then make tunnels all through it for habitable space. They had decided to make each asteroid carry eight separate city-societies. This was to increase the probability of them reaching their destination some time in the future in case of accident of one of the others. Everything required was made to last generations. The ship-people were then to 'seed' possible worlds so that following ships would follow with more excess people on another ship. The plan was simple. However, the society of eight, as we called ourselves had a different idea. We just knew that we had to make some slight changes on each society so that each would have a better chance to survive as 'our ideal'. If they just copied what was already a failing culture onto the ships computer, then we might also fail. We had to make a change. We all studied what the littlest change we had to make and shared our plans on how to make them, not what the actual plan was. Moreover, we had the computer tools to do it. Between the eight of us, we controlled the eight master computers that were to run each of our societies. It ran everything, from opening the doors, to the climate control to the food we ate. But in addition, each of us had decided to make small changes for our personal new world. Well, except for Al Hemas. He had decided that he would create the ideal heaven in his society. He was a Muslim. All of the people in his society were Muslims so it seemed ideal to him. This way fulfilling the male Muslims dreams of having 21 virgins for each sultan was ideal to him. Therefore, he had decided that, as each new child was born in his society it would be called a girl. The 22ed born would be called a sultan and have 21 virgins all for himself. We decided that it could be done. Because the computers would be controlling everything it could control anything that we programmed into it. The ship planners made everything controlled by the computers because it was what was the most cost effective, which meant cheapest, and they thought the safest for the population. I on the other hand had different ideas. I knew that I was always different. I was a girl trapped inside a boy's body. I was always small, slim, and girlish in my manners. My personality index was in the middle of being a girl, than that of being a boy. It had almost made me unacceptable for the project but I passed on better brains than anyone else had. I was going to do a couple of simple changes. First, I was going to change the personal master files. I was going to make everyone and everyone born to be an unknown sex. Then randomly change everyone over 13 to be a random sex. Then change everyone over 18 to be 'married' for life to someone of the 'opposite' sex and then force them to live together in the same place. This meant that there would be four equal groups. First one of two males, second one of two females; third one of a male with a female, and last group of one female who the computer thought was a male with a male who the computer thought was a female. Simply confusing wasn't it, but that was the idea. Second, I was only going to allow the computer to treat the people classed as females to be like females. They would not be able to get any thing that was remotely male. No pants, shirts, or boots, well maybe boots if they had four-inch heels. In addition, if they tried, then it would only get stricter with them, causing them to be have more and more frilly and dainty requirements. I even added a few extra tools like ankle chains that would force them to take smaller steps if needed, and dresses that would only allow their knees to move around each other about two inches or even be together all of the time. If they failed to have on the correct clothes then none of the doors would open for them, and they be unable to eat. Even if they were with someone else, the door would not open. Since there had to be air tight doors all over the place incase of air leakage and other problems that could happen in space that would control all of their movements to a point of where they would be locked into a bedroom until they changed or else starved to death. Since the computer selected the jobs based on the need and the abilities, I just added sex to the job description. Girls could only do girl jobs. Since the computer selected the diets of what everyone ate, to keep them fit, it would be easy to add the hormones to change them into more of what they should be if they did not conform. I wanted to be a girl. I would be taking a chance just like everyone else. I had a fifty-fifty chance. If I got what I wanted then it would be great. If I stayed a guy, then I would no worst off. If selected to be a guy then I would continue to have to do what I was already doing. I would then permanently close the ability to make any changes after that. We had all decided that we would close off the computer after one year. After that, no one could make changes. The only way to make changes would be to install a complete new computer and overhaul the old one. We would be to far away to send up another one after a year and you could not close down the current one as it controlled all of the life support and other systems. The computer would not allow any changes to be made that was not safe. To it, that meant anything that it did not control was not safe. You might say that what I was doing was cruel. Other people had been cruel to me my whole life. It was pay back time. We were the third human transport ship of twenty. The first ships had already dug out tunnels to house people, and enough room for 150 square feet of grass area to change the carbon dioxide back to oxygen. This also grew some food for us. Now they were laying the major cables to control junctions for all of the future tunnels and control systems. They had drilled a hole two hundred feet deep to put the master computer that I had brought with me with the last load of people. After it was installed then they would seal up the two hundred feet with concrete like rock. One year later. The day that the eight of us had all agreed on was tomorrow. The 'rocket' that was moving us was already installed and had been running for a year. We were also rotating to provide gravity, so that everything now had a down feel to it. Down, now being out toward the surface of the asteroid. We could only tunnel up now for future room. The excess rock was being used as the fuel to move us. It was being thrown out behind us fast as it could be. Every small stone shot us forward a little bit at a time. We also now had lots of room each instead of stacked on top of each other. Life was getting better. Pandemonium then struck. Nothing worked for anyone. No ones room seemed to open by them selves anymore. When asked they were told that they now lived in a different room. It was great. Everyone was on my case as to how this could happen. I of course worked at trying to find an answer. And when no one could sign in as an administrator of the personal files, and I showed that I could not either, or make changes to myself to get me out of a dress (which they thought I didn't want) they believed me, but gave me orders to fix it yesterday. A little later, I heard gossip that the other seven sections are having problems also, although not the same as ours, some of them were even worse. CARL Carl woke up in pitch darkness. That was not unusually. It was always dark when he woke up before the alarm. That happened because he worked on the farm. He liked working on the farm. He liked to make the things grow and make enough for everyone to eat. It was hard work most times, but it was needed for his society to survive in this asteroid. It was not like growing things on earth. Here he had to know everything that made an ecology work. From the type of soil that was required to the bugs that was required to make everything work. The nice thing was that it was only good bugs, no virus, or anything else that might kill the crops. Right now, everything was required. There was a very small margin of error allowed. Most times, it was a good thing that there was. Everyone had made a couple of mistakes so far, but now the food problem was licked. They were starting to store a little for future problems. They no longer had to eat the foodstuff that we brought with us. Carl rolled out of bed and went to the clothes bucket to get his daily work cloths. It was nice that everything was centralized. That way all he had to do was his farm part, and everyone else did his or her specialized work part. He grew food, and someone else washed all of the clothes. He gapped his bucket for the day and started to put them on in the dark. He had been doing it for a year, and it never gave him a problem. Until today that is. "What the hell" He said. "What's this? It feels like panties a bra and a dress. OK, who's making the joke?" He went over to the phone and picked it up. "Computer connect me to the clothing department please." He got a recording "Clothes Department, We know you have the wrong cloths, there must have a foul up some where, we are trying to find and fix it now. Please listen to channel 21 for further updates" Carl dialed in channel 21, put it on speaker and listened. "... department really messed up. No one knows what happened yet, but it looks like at least everyone has the right size, it is just that a lot of people got the wrong sex. 'Ha ha ha' Now if you are able, we suggest that you just wear them and go to work. Tell anyone you meet that today is Halloween and you decided to dress up and ask them where there costume is. Wait . . . we have a bulletin here that just came in. You guys and gals are going to love this one. The central computer has just change a lot of peoples gender, yep, you heard me right. The computer is delivering girls cloths to guys and guys' cloths to guys because that's what it thinks you are now. Now it is not that bad for you girls to wear pants, but for us guys it is just not nice to wear dresses. Since the computer thinks that some guys are girls, it will not give us anything but girl's cloths. So if you really need cloths, do not go down to the cloths department and try to switch them. I have to warn you that there is already a line of about 350 people down here. Here is a solution maybe, if you go to the end of your tunnel and wait there, I am sure that in no time someone will come along that you will switch with. That is unless you are a big guy, or a small girl. I know that everyone is upset right now, but in a year, ok, a few years you can look back on this day and really laugh about it. Now to repeat that for the new people . . . ." Carl had already tuned it out and was turning it off. He had to go so he took the announcers advice and put on the panties. There was no way that he was going to put on the dress. He walked to the door and but it would not open for him. He almost ran into the door. He noticed the red message light on his phone so he walked over and picked it up. The computer was giving a standard broadcast message. "Women may not leave their rooms undressed per social law section 3.21 paragraphs 4. Please press one if you do have the required clothes on and the door will not open. Please press two if you still need the required clothes. Please press three to contact your supervisor. Please press four if you need a list of the required cloths. End social safety program message 354.32 to repeat Women may . . ." Carl thought 'to heck with it.' He put on the dress, gapped his boots and walked to the door. Which of course did not open and the red light on the phone turned on. Carl looked in the cloths bucket, sitting there was a pair of girl's high heels. Carl picked up the shoes and put them on. He then went to the door, which opened and let him out carrying his boots. A number of people were laughing at the people that had the wrong cloths on. He admitted that he was the butt end of someone's joke also. He had to laugh at himself then and felt a little better. The first guy that laughed at him but he replied, "I guess that this is the first new holiday, and that next time you're going to end up dressed like this. I hope that it's a bikini that the computer makes you wear." That got him and the others around them thinking. The laughing soon cut down to snickers and smiles and low-key ribbing as that version got wilder and wilder with each retelling, especially by those that were in the wrong cloths. Carl stood at the end of the tunnel waiting. There was no one as large as him. So finally, he went on to work. Susan Susan woke as the alarm rang, two minutes before the lights came on. She yawned and stretched. Today was another day at the central distribution office where she knew that she was going to work for the rest of her life. She was one of the girls that liked this office work. As the lights came on she went over to her cloths bucket. She did not like what was in the cloths bucket. She wished that she had room for a closet full of cloths. But that was a dream for some time in the future. There was barely enough material for everyone for one set yet, much less for a bunch of cloths for each girl and guy. It would not be for another year or so before everyone had a closet full of their own cloths. The cloths slot had a set of male pants, a work shirt, heavy boots, and heavy socks. That was a lot different from the dress and heels that she was expecting to wear today. Susan did not like it They must have scheduled her to visit the growing areas today. Girls wore men's cloths all of the time. She put them on and started for the office. When the door opened and she saw a 6'3" guy walk by in a dress, she almost busted out laughing until she recognized it as the normal dress and heels that she wore. Listening to what was going on; she soon learned what was happening. At the end of the tunnel, she saw guys trying to trade cloths. She talk to a few, but none of them had any that she would be willing to trade. They were all the wrong size for her. She was sorry for the guys. But gee, she had standards of dress that she just would not give up. Those dresses on her would be worse than the cloths she had on by far. She would have looked like an old bag lady. She felt that whatever glitch happened was only for a day. Little did she know at the time huh? When Susan got to the office she almost walked into the door. It did not open for her. She wondered why. This door opened for her everyday for the last year. She walked around to the front office and walked in the front door. "Hi Susan what's up?" Gloria said. "Well the employee entrance wouldn't let me in, so I came in the front door." "Well just go in this way, no problem. Nice pants suit, I only get dresses. How did you do it?" "Thanks, I have no idea; they were just in the bucket this morning." Susan said and walked to the employee's working area in the back. When she got to the computer terminal, she tried to sign on. The terminal responded with 'Invalid sign in at this terminal. Ga?Guy ID valid only on farm terminals. Ga?Guy Please report to Farm G7 for job reassignment. Social Safety Program 432.32' Susan tried three more times. She got the same message three times. Today was getting to be not so funny anymore. AL HEMAS Lee Lyn Hamelton: I am sending you this message via Earth. I do not know if this will get through or not. Every thing now has to be in Arabic. On the day, we had decided it happened here. One man to every 21 virgins here women. The computer made it start at once. That meant that 9 out of 10 of the men became women to the computer. There were 32 suicides on the first day. 347 have locked themselves in their room and refused to come out until the problem is fixed. I expect them to starve to death instead of wearing the required dress of a woman. Every one of the new 'virgins' have been given chastity belts to wear. Let me tell you that it packs you away underneath, and does it hurt if you see a cute girl, if you know what I mean. I had planned on myself being one of the Sultans, not the girl that the computer has assigned me to be. The dresses are straight from the old Muslim requirements. Full coverage with only a lace covered slit to see out. These chastity belts had to have been planned and made by the computer weeks ahead of time. There is no way that they could have all been made in one day or even shortly before hand. We are not allowed out of our rooms with out them. We are not allowed out of our rooms with out the escort of our new sultans. They have to come and get us and take us everywhere every day. We have all been assigned rooms together, or very close by. They rotate who they get in their beds every night, day and other times for that matter. It is degrading to say the least. There is not equality here any more there is slavery. The Sultans now rule with an iron fist. On the second day 157 more committed suicide. Some of the male virgins had a riot and killed 15 of the sultans on the third day. They had a public beheading of everyone that was involved, and a couple of the bigger 'virgins' just to be safe I guess. The wives of the slain are now wives of the remaining sultans or assigned to held as reserved wives. There is already talk of killing the remaining Sultans. I do not know how long this society will last as is. Last night two of a sultans 'wives' made love to each other (They were married before) and the Sultan had them both beheaded this morning. It is of course according to Muslim law that we have to follow in the strict sense. I wish I knew how the other seven societies were doing. The computer has cut off all communication. I now believe that we were all set up for what is happening to us and you. Earth is just simply using each society on this asteroid as a close case study of what would happen. Just think about everything that just happen to fall into place. We did not trick them. They selected us, and placed us in the right spot at the right time. Today I found out that the computer is filling the Sultan's food with enough chemicals to kill a horse. Except that, these chemicals are to make the Sultans go sex crazy. They will screw anything. The 'virgins' are also being drugged, with something that makes them submissive as hell. Some no longer have a brain. I guess that this might be my last letter; I might not be able to function again in the future after this. I hope that you have better luck. Al Hemas I read the letter a couple of times. I guess that we were the lucky ones so far. I now wondered about the other six societies, how they were doing. I should have paid more attention to what it was that they had planned for themselves. What were we selected for to make this work for them? Because maybe Al was right, we were just the right people for this part of the job that they were doing. There is no way that it should have been allowed to happen to all eight of us. It was also funny that they taught us how to plug up the computer so that no one would have computer rights to fix the problem. To many things happened was allowed to happen, and we just happened to be trained to do them. --------------------- There was some gossip was that earth had planned to make these problems. After a while of no one being able to fix it, they all started to believe it. Chapter 2 "But Carl, I told you that I can't change anything. The computer just believes that you are Ca?Her," I said. "I can change the question mark into a letter, and the 'her' to 'Lyn', but the computer is firm. It will not let me change anything else about your name. It thinks that you are a girl, and married to a guy in tunnel A room 32. Moreover, that you both live together in that small bed of his is unbelievable. It also wants to put his name at the end of yours but I have been able to delay that for everyone for now." Carl gave me that look again. "I don't care what the computer says; I don't want to be married to another guy and stuck in his room as his wife. And I don't like the computer forcing me to wear this damn dress," he snarled. "It will not open any door unless I have it on along with the bra. I cannot get back into my old room to get anything anymore. I have to sleep on the ground, because I am not going to share a bed with another guy. Do you know how cold that rock is to sleep on?" "Carl," I said, "You and half of the other guys have this problem. Do the best you can until we get it fixed. It is not just us, but also the other seven societies that are having problems of one kind or another. Please, you are just going to have to live with it for now just like everyone else. We do not have a choice. Just look at me, I have the same problem with wearing dresses." Carl raged out of my terminal area, and down the hall. He looked somewhat cute in his pink mini skirt matching pink blouse, his shoes matched his purse very well, I wonder how long before he will have pierced ears and a wig. I thought that I would have all of his dresses changed to blue. I think that would be a better color for him. With his attitude, it would not be long until he had more than a pink dress though. I put in a request to the computer for a secretary. A secretary that was large enough to protect this office was what I wanted. A secretary that was not cowered from a larger person. I liked Carl, but I could not afford to spend so much time handling people. I was here to work on the computer, not to do customer service functions. After that I just hoped that it would work out with who ever the computer sent me, if the computer approved. I sat back down and started to see if I could relax the requirements of some of the jobs. I needed to tell the computer that some girls could not do farm work and some guys could be on the ruling council. I also decided that additional training would be required for everyone that did not meet the requirements of the new jobs because of their new gender and job that they had been assigned. That should go over well I bet, but it had to be done for us to change with these requirements now. I personally liked my new dress. I did not do anymore than the minimum required to pass dressing requirements. I dressed just like all of the other guys that now had to wear dresses. It was funny a lot of times to see some of these guys who refused the computer requirements and ended up in very girly dresses, either mini skirts, or baby girl dresses complete with all of the petticoats. Most of them looked like guys in drag. I was going to have to have the computer start making the guys go to beauty parlors and taught how to look the part. Some of the guys were bad looking, and I mean really bad looking. I just could not stand that anymore. Yuck. It was good that all of the people that were sent out on these population overcrowded were always between 14 and 22. They still had a chance to change and look good if they tried, well almost except for guys like Carl. Carl was at 6'3" and 250 pounds, he would always look somewhat big. Mmmm, maybe if I let the computer decide on a process that would slowly change the big guys to have a figure and training that most girls had during their life it would work. There was supposed to be classes for everyone to get collage degree equivalents. So why not have some of the requirements for females to be classes to be female. The females should not have any trouble helping others pass the classes. I will program that suggestion to the computer right now. In addition, to address new kids coming up. It would be nice if they had a process in selecting the sex that they were going to live with. "Hello Jill, could you do me a favor, I think that I might have a way around this problem. Could you please build me something?" I asked. "Sure, anything," Jill answered. "This might be a long shot, but I want you to build me a large dice with twenty or more sides. Make half of them solid blue, and half of them solid pink. Then have a radio inside that transmits on radio frequency 208.2 MHz. for about a twenty foot radius of which side turns up when it is rolled." "What for?" Jill asked. "Well I was trying to make the computer think it was playing a game, and the results of the games were to change the personal data base. We could play it a couple of times to see if it works. I just cannot' get the computer to make changes through any of the normal and official channels and programs. I know that this will work for new kids growing up, but I want to try it with adults." "Sure," Jill answered and asked, "What's your new name that the computer gave you Lee?" "I'm Cu?her," I told her. "And what's yours?" She laughed aloud as she then said, "So you're a girl now huh, and have to wear a dress to. "I'm Qu?Him." "Yes," I said, "and I'm shacked up and married to a girl that now is a guy named Gu?Guy. We cannot even trade cloths. We tried it a few times after the door. But now even that does not work. Now anydoor anywhere will refuse to open if I have the wrong cloths on. So I am in dresses all of the time, and she is in pants. To make it worst, she was working for the office staff, but now is transferred to the farm area. Males are not allowed as office staff anymore, but they put a six foot, 250 pound guy from the farm to replace her, and the computer said that females should not be working in the farm area." I started to laugh as I remembered that screw up. Chapter 3 "It has been three weeks and what do you know, there is just no luck with me able to change the computers mind about the sex of the people" I replied. "We know that you are the best one Lee. If you cannot do it, I do not think that the other seven are going to be able to do it either. We have built a radio and been in contact with Earth ever since this has happened. Their answer is that it could not happen to anyone, much less all eight at the same time. They have been going over everything back there. They think that it must be the computers themselves. We are the first ones that have an almost self aware intelligent computer." He continued. "They did find a correlation between each of the system engineers and the changes that have taken place. For example, you have an index closer to female than male and that is the way that we have turned out mixed up. Al Hemas had a Muslim complex, they would have expected him to have 21 virgins in his room, but he instead ended up as one of the virgins assigned to a guy. No one knows exactly what is going on. Except that each of the computers has mapped out the changes according to things that it knows about its main operator. Susan over in section three was a history buff. Her society is now in a medieval period. Everyone there has been wearing tights and long dresses, but no one has had to assume rolls of the opposite sex." I said again, "There is no way that I or anyone else can get into the computer at this time. We could dig it up if we had a replacement computer. No one thought that a replacement computer would ever be needed. Those computers were specially made to last forever. They do not have any switches to turn them on or off. If we cut the power and restarted them, they would just restart where they left off. Nothing would work while they are off. We would die in the time it would take to fix them." "To sum it up were screwed right now. Unless something else goes wrong, I think that we are just going to have to live with this. Is there anything wrong with any of the diagnoses? Are all of the doors going to open and let us breathe vacuum?" he asked. "No Sir, the outer doors to vacuum are not controlled by the computer. They must be pushed open by hand. All of the other systems that are for our very survival have local controls, the master computer only watches them with an override function for safety considerations. Only the items that were for the safety of the people were not completely under the computers control, and those were I checked and crossed check. The master computer is actually 16 computers talking to each other all of the time. That was the reason that it was felt that they didn't need a backup, after all if any one of them went completely wrong, then others would cross check it and turn it off." I said. "But then why didn't they do that and fix the problem?" a guy down at the end in a nice pink dress with white puffy short sleeves said. His purse was sitting on the table next to him. "Well I found them talking about it to each other in the sixteen system logs they keep on each other. All I found was a great deal of searching on the expected results of the changes. Apparently they found, and agreed with each other that this would either be better for the social health of the people, or no change to anything is needed, as they see the safety function of the society to function inside the social parameters that earth programmed into them in the first place." I hedged a little in my reply. "I also found that they have started to create some files that are measuring the multiply health habits, of the whole society. Those files really grew after I got that message from Al in the Muslin society. The computer must have determined that what was happening and needed further study and watching but no action. Since no one has pulled the plug on any of the eight societies on the rock here, then everything must be all right, or at lease not going to kill us all. The only thing that I can think of right now is to not do anything and see if the computer finds it's own problem and fixes itself. After all it is mostly a self aware and self programming computer. That's why they gave it to us in the first place." "Can you do something about the names that we are called?" the guy in the pink dress asked. "I can right now do only two things. I have tricked the computer into changing his or hers with Lee or Lyn. It only allows me to change Him and Her to Lee and Lyn nothing else I've tried. I have tried a bunch of things, but the only thing that the computer will accept is Lee and Lyn instead. I can change Him's to Lee and Her's to Lyn. The computer seems to like me, if you can call it that. But will not let me go to far from what it has apparently decided to do on its own," I said. "Well at least do that," the pink dress said. "I have already made it so people can do that. They can also change the question mark to any constant that you want. This might be good for moral right now?" I offered. "This is at least something that the people can do to for themselves right now to help their own moral. But they only get one shot, after they select it, it's final however I can't change it again." I watched the names of the people starting to change with in an hour of getting back to my terminal. By five days, almost everyone was changed. I decided to make my name be CupLyn. I tried them all and that was the least worst of them. (Nice English I was getting huh.) The next day some more rules seem to come into effect. First I had to wear higher heels because I was considered an upper class office position. This was because it was one of the rules of dress for females of my station. I had to dress much nicer in executive dresses also. It also increased the dress requirements for all females in office positions. The Collage then opened. Everyone that had change sex had classes. Most of them were for the new job that they had been assigned. Everyone female had beauty and posture classes and the guys had sports appreciation class. I guess that the computer wanted the guys to learn how to sit on a couch, drink beer and burp.