HER NAME WAS BRIDGET. And she was beautiful. Her toothless grin was lop-sided and heart-melting. And that’s the first time I leaked happy thoughts, the first time I saw her smile.
On the other side of this, we worked on long studies into heredity and genomic data sets. Of course, we had to throw most of it out and work with what actually produced results.
And realized we were creating and responsible for moving the human condition forward, evolving it. Homo transire in the making.
While we Autists all agreed on traditional marriage, we also knew that our best survival route was being able to have the widest possible combinations and mixes of genomes. And that fit in socially with the urban-decayed idea of “sleeping around” and “open relationships.”
All it meant to us is that we had ver
