From: "nikolai kingsley" <email@example.com> Newsgroups: talk.bizarre Subject: FTSD: Ash and Eve Date: Tue, 1 Dec 1998 00:49:38 +1100 Lines: 123 X-Newsreader: Microsoft Outlook Express 4.71.1712.3 X-MimeOLE: Produced By Microsoft MimeOLE V4.71.1712.3 Message-ID: <firstname.lastname@example.org> It's not as if it was a fixed relationship, She said to Herself, sliding down the trunk of the Tree of Knowledge. They'd had an eternity's worth of arguments about that. Several eternities, no exaggeration. From the mysterious (even He wouldn't talk about this) point at which they had both been "begotten, not made" up to the point where they'd given themselves physical forms and created the universe (together, and it hadn't taken seven days, for when they were creating it there was as yet no time), they had experienced an eternity (eternities) of endless discussion over all kinds of minor things. Like duality, for instance. She'd argued vehemently for a system based on threes: three genders, three states of existence, et cetera. But since this was their first attempt at creation, He'd argued for a binary simplicity. Reduce the chances of somehting going wrong. So Male and Female created He them. She smiled to Herself at this point; there was also bisexuality to consider. In addition to plus and minus, there was a zero set squarely between them. She'd managed to sneak a kind of three-ness into creation after all. Yeah. Monogamy was all His idea, one of them. He'd even gone to the trouble of codifying his ideas in something He called His Ten Commandments ("ten fingers.. ten commandments. you can't expect them to remember any more than that"). She'd seen Him gleefully rubbing his hands, anticipating the books that His creations would write some day, setting down the laws that He intended to give them. She shook Her head slowly, wondering how someone with such rigid thought patterns had come by so much power. She reached the base of the Tree and reared Her head up to look around at the garden. It was set against the side of a mountain, nestled in a ravine between two steep hills. The vegetation had grown up and had met overhead, forming a cosy little tunnel through which the sunlight was filtered to a pleasant blue-green. He didn't like it, of course; sitting up there, He had trouble seeing through all the plant life. He spent a lot of time floating around just above the trees, trying to see if His creations were playing by the rules. A kind of wry twist appeared on Her thin lips. Oh, yeah. Adam was too dumb to lie. Disobedience wasn't in him; that was the way it had been planned. He'd envisaged generations upon generations of happily compliant drones, multiplying and exercising dominion over all the things that crawled, et cetera. He'd had things all his way so far. Time to set the cat among the pigeons, so to speak. She glanced over at a small group of pigeons playing about near a sleeping cat; a leopard. She pursed Her lips and shook her head. This is what He gets for not listening to my ideas on how things should be run, She thought, sliding the rest of Her body down from the Tree. She coiled it about Her, raising Her head up higher, bidding Her body thicken and grow shorter, arms sprouting from Her sides, Her tail dividing to become legs. She considered keeping a tail, even if it was only vestigal but decided that fashion-wise, that sort of thing wouldn't be popular for at least another four thousand and four years. Let Debbie Harry be the pioneer in that field. She paused for a moment, leaning against the Tree of Knowledge, running Her hands over Her breasts and down Her sides, the scales slipping against each other with tiny clicking sounds. Coming down the tree, the scales had been glittering silver; now, they were a dark mahogany brown. She didn't want to spook them too much. Hopefully they'd take Her for another angel. She picked an apple from a branch, swollen rounded red bounty, as yet uncontaminated by insects, took a bite of it, wrinkled her nose and tossed it into the undergrowth. It didn't taste of anything. And this is what he gets for restricting things to such a static scenario, She thought. If I don't break things now, it'll break later on and none of it will be salvageable. She lifted her head and scented the wind. Adam's sweaty pungency wasn't present; he must be somewhere downwind, presumably naming things. Eve was bathing in the river after Adam's latest attempts at being fruitful and multiplying. Carefully threading her way through the fern fronds, She made her way to the as-yet unnamed river. Adam's consort was sitting on a flat stone that raised out of the water, her feet dangling in the slow current. Occasional stupid fish would nudge up to her, nibble her toes and then swim off. She turned at the sound of movement through the shrubbery and her eyes widened. Eve saw another being. Not an animal, because it stood like Adam did. Like she did. But it was beautiful, its skin detailed in scales that swept over her body in intricate patterns. Much more interesting than bare skin. Around the forehead and temples, the scales elongated into flexible spines, almost like hair. The spines lay back along the being's head and down her back, almost like hair. It was female; it had breasts like hers. It lacked a penis. Who could this be? The being stepped closer, smiling in a reassuring way. Eve stood up and faced it. It held out its hands, the scales on the palms incredibly small, paler than the rest of its covering. Eve reached out and took its hands, and it spoke to her. 'Hi! My name is Asherah. I'm His consort,' nodding upwards, 'in the same way that you are Adam's.' 'Oh! I was wondering about that. I mean... I'm here to keep Adam company, and Adam was made in His image, so it stands to reason that I was made in someone else's image.' Asherah's smile grew a little forced. 'Actually, you weren't made in my image, exactly.' She glanced off down the valley and wondered how Lilith was doing. Probably a lot better off. Asherah drew Eve closer and whispered, 'Listen: there are some things that a consort needs to know.' Eve appeared excited. 'I have to admit, I've been feeling a little lost down here. Adam doesn't know any more than I do, and He - Him Above - He hasn't told us exactly why we're here. I'm glad that we have this opportunity to talk.' Asherah smiled, her expression filled with forbidden knowledge. 'Talk is cheap.' With ophidian grace She drew Eve closer, wrapped one arm around her shoulders, leaned forward and brushed her scaled lips against Eve's. 'Allow me to show you some things that no-one else knows.' Asherah knew that He was probably hovering directly overhead, but He was too wrapped up in the idea of two women doing that which he had reserved for husband and wife. She knew Him well enough to know that He wouldn't interfere until it was too late. He was too much of a guy. Asherah considered giving Him the finger but decided against it. He had a wicked temper. Instead, She slid her hand down to Eve's lower back, pressed the woman against her belly and kissed her again. nikolai --- hi, goss.