By Ina Disguise
Copyright 2023 by Ina Disguise
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1
Justine, formerly Justin, Dietrich, Silicon Valley billionaire, laughed and looked up from the TV.
Formerly the rather dried up and very privileged CEO of a Silicon Valley biotech company, s/he had, via the magic of hormones and hair treatments, achieved fame by becoming the highest paid female CEO of the same company, despite retaining his status as father, husband and of course his male genitals. He and several of his trans legal friends had created a framework from which they could force the rest of the world to recognise them and achieve world domination, and they were winning.
S/he was watching the Price is Right with her/his friend Liam. He touched his wo/man bun and glanced over at Liam, smirking.
“His weiner. I bet you a dollar I can have his weiner for my collection!” Justine cackled.
Justine had the largest private collection of penises in the world, far larger than the ones at the actual penis museum in Iceland. S/he was still missing a human penis, since despite her/his chosen identity her/his own was still very much in use. Although s/he was fond of telling everyone how kind and philanthropic s/he was, one of her/his many kinks apart from forcing the world to say he was a woman when he wasn't was cheeseparing about small amounts of money.
“And I won't be paying a penny for it!” Justine gloated with a smug thin-lipped smile.
Liam Crimble, Justine's equally wealthy-beyond-imagination former legal colleague laughed. That little squirt is obviously gay, he won't be giving you his penis, I'll take that bet.”
“Excellent, I will even put a time limit on it. In two years, I will have that manic little shit's cock in a jar.” Justine rubbed his/her hands as s/he watched the little shit wriggle on the floor to spin out attention from the camera after a win of some insubstantial and probably tacky item from the show.
Still in their golfing attire, the pair arose from the sofa and went to shower before dinner. It had been a long day on the course, and they had been lounging whilst enjoying their pre-dinner drinks.
“I'll let the chef know we are nearly ready on the way to the shower block. Fancy a quick swim? I can try out my new bikini.”
The official business of Justine was producing medication, which s/he had obtained a patent for, and cloning pigs for the purpose of creating human grade organs. Although s/he would tell people this was for the good of humanity and to save people who needed transplants, the real reason for this was to defeat her/his own mortality. In case this was not complete by the time of his wife passing, s/he had taken the precaution of recreating her as a robot, it would not do for her/him to ever be alone. Justine had read plenty of science fiction, he had all of this planned out in his head, and all of the privilege and networking advantages to carry out his fantastical futuristic and very selfish plans.
Pigs had been chosen as they were very similar to humans, so Justine knew that cloning pigs would be an excellent way of furthering research into human cloning, which in turn would form part of his/her plans for his own immortality and dubiously benefit mankind through the development of 2
transhumanism and genetically modified, hence superior transhumans. Maintaining a small number of statistics relating to organ transplants and often repeating these ensured that s.he had unlimited resources to continue his/her research.
S/he would, now and again, slip up and giggle publicly about the resemblance of humans to pigs, however as the rest of what s/he had to say made him/her sound like a kind person and as s/he usually participated in American media to improve his/her share price, nobody dared ask any questions. S/he was a Silicon Valley visionary therefore you should invest first, ask questions much, much later.
This project was far from complete, the organs were lasting only eight days in human blood after several years of research. The project had, however, also meant that s/he was also quite far along in the production of the artificial womb, and this, s/he felt, was going to be the short term future of the business. Now he needed to create a market demand to push this side of things further, and he had the perfect strategy and vehicle for making this happen.