“You do know there’s only two genders, right? And that people cannot change them? They are what they are at birth all through their lives. And anything else is just absolute nonsense,” I hear someone say when there’s a lull in the general buzz of the bar.
Interesting.
I turn my head to see who’s talking. Catch sight of them just as their companion agrees.
Agrees!
They actually agree on what was just said.
Neither one disputes the other’s beliefs.
Doubly interesting.
I keep listening to them.
They keep talking.
I’m surprised no one in the bar confronts them. Contradicts them. I’m sure everyone must have heard, not just me. But no one does.
None speaks up on behalf of either science or human rights.
Multiple times intriguing.
This is swiftly turning into my new favorite place to be. To drink my wine.
I will be coming here many, many times in the future, I am sure.
But now I must leave, for they are leaving.
And I must follow.
The hunt begins with choosing my prey.
Now that that is done, I will learn all I can about them.
I will take them together. As that is how they caught my eye. Peaked my interest.
I will take them in about… three months time, perhaps. Or maybe make that two.
One more month of playing with the one I’ve got. Then thirty days of letting my excitement build up.
Perhaps fifteen.
Fifteen will be enough.
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