Why?"
"Mike," Zeke ran a frustrated hand through his hair, "something's different in me. I don't understand it, but ever since I opened my eyes and saw Angela standing there, I don't want any other woman. Only her."
Michael sighed heavily. "I thought so." Zeke was startled by Mike's knowing tone.
"You're not the first of our kind to tell me this. Dr. Waithe is aware of it. She's studying the phenomenon, trying to figure it out, but I don't think she's ever going to find a scientific explanation for it. I've seen it happen to two of my best men in the last few months. They each found one special woman and they don't want to perform with any others. Sure, they still make their donations to the sperm banks, but they just don't want to fuck any other woman than their special girl."
"Who were they? What happened to them?"
If this condition were spreading, Dr. Waithe would want to take action. She wasn't one to sit idly by and let her plans be ruined by some random anomaly. He only hoped she hadn't resorted to desperate means to keep her Sons on track with her goals.
"Mark and Todd."
Zeke recognized the names. "They're both Moderates. Have you heard of any other Riskers being affected?"
"You're the first I've heard of, Zeke. But you can stop worrying. Dr. Waithe keeps them under observation but they've both been permitted to cohabit with their women and are raising families. Can you imagine it, Zeke?" A quiet wistfulness entered his voice.
"They're actually raising their own sons. I visit them both from time to time and they're happier than I've ever seen them."
"So you think there's a chance I'll be allowed to stay with Angela?"
"More than a chance, my friend. This colony will need a few of us here on the surface to help them get up to speed with the tech we'll be giving them, among other things. I wouldn't be surprised if our Amber sees the wisdom in letting you live here with your girl. The people here already know you after all, and they seem to like you, though 33
why I can't imagine." Mike chuckled as he rose to his feet. "I'm going to check on Dr.
Waithe and see what's up. I'll make the recommendation to her that you be assigned here permanently, if you want. As far as I'm concerned, this duty station is yours, but since you're a Son, we have to clear it with Dr. Waithe first."
"I know." Zeke stood and held out his hand for a shake and quick hug. "And thanks, Mike. For everything."
Mike headed for the companionway, but paused as Zeke asked one final question.
"What do you think is happening to me and our brothers, Mike? If there's no scientific explanation, what could it be?"
Mike chuckled softly as an unfamiliar, almost envious feeling came over him. "I've read up on our ancestors, Zeke. In all the years of humanity's history and all the scientific advances they made, not one scientist or researcher could ever explain the phenomenon known as love." Mike slapped a hand on the doorframe. "I'd say you're in love with the girl, and if I'm not much mistaken, she loves you in return."
Mike left, whistling as he sauntered down the companionway. He'd given Zeke a lot of answers, but quite a few questions, too. How could he really know if he was in love with Angela? He didn't know what love was. It was something they hadn't covered in his accelerated training sessions. It had been assumed there would be no room for love in the life of one of the Sons of Amber.
He'd been designed to be a stud, providing service for any female who wanted it, supplying sperm for the next generation of babies. He hadn't been designed to find one woman and settle down the way their human ancestors had done before the virus. He didn't know if it was even possible that he could, but he was a Risk Taker, after all, and he was willing to risk everything for a chance at happiness with Angela.
He turned back towards the door to his sleep chamber, only to find her blinking up at him through teary eyes.
"Is it true?" Angela asked,
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