Chapter Twenty Four
“There are others left intact besides the pump room beasts and my stallions.”
The narrating voice awakens as the egg begins to vibrate. Nicholas Strothers knows to open his eyes and look at the screen.
“We grow all the required fruit and vegetables here on the island. I could have much of it imported. Expense is no object. But being provided with food harvested by males laboring in strict bondage can be very satisfying for a woman of my ilk.”
The camera pans a most bucolic scene. Beneath a cloudless sky of crystal blue is lush greenery. The organized rows of growth suggest the intrusion of mankind and, though the various varieties cannot be discerned, the viewing eye suspects the cultivation of potatoes, carrots, peas, corn, wheat, and beans. In the distance are tre
