It didn’t take Hanz very long to arrive at the d center. He didn’t stop for any lights or any signs at all, he ca sliding into the ergency room area to a complete stop. He didn’t go around the buggy—he crawled over it and helped Martin out of it. They were t at the door by Dr. Clark Wooten of obstetrics, who had a wheelchair for Martin and they took off toward the delivery room. He talked to them the entire way.
He wheeled them into a delivery room that contained a regular delivery station and a weird looking chair that Martin had never seen before.
Clark stooped down beside the chair and spoke to Martin. "This is a special chair that I have designed thanks to the archives, and is designed especially for Genn who are birthing. You’re going to be the guinea pig and try it out first—this is the prototype. The new production model is in a carton waiting to be carried to the Z1 for Lex and the dical departnt there, if this one works fine."
The nurse had Martin stand up and she prepped him. Both Hanz and Dr. Wooten helped Martin sit down in the weirdest looking chair he had ever seen. There was no seat—you just sat on these resting pads that fit underneath the legs from the bend of the knee to just where the buttocks begins. There was an area to lean against and two handles to hold onto and foot rests. This left the entire buttocks of the Genman wide open and exposed behind him.
After Martin had settled in, Dr. Wooten asked him if he was comfortable enough. There were still a few things he had to adjust but it should be okay.
"Really doc, I’m very comfortable. The pressure that I was feeling from sitting is gone now—all my stomach and everything is all relaxed. It feels great."
"Okay Martin, I’m going to spread your legs just a little bit wider that way your pelvic area will be allowed to open in this position. You shouldn’t feel anything but relief and we’ll get this birth started."
When Dr. Wooten spread his thighs further apart and his pelvic area separated, Martin felt like a load had been lifted off of him.
Clark walked around behind to check Martin. "Okay, you’re crowning already. Let’s get this baby out."
"Doc, sothing doesn’t feel quite right. It’s kind of funny—what’s happening now?"
About that ti the baby cried out. "You just gave birth young man and he’s perfect. The nurse will take this one here—I’m fixing to deliver the second one. You’re already crowning again."
Martin really didn’t feel anything, just funny sensations coming from his vent area, but other than that there was no pain, no pressure, nothing on his body. Then he heard the second baby cry out. He had delivered both children already and so easily. Wow, he’d always heard that it was a lot of trouble to push children out the first ti, but this was no problem at all—he was ready to go back to work.
"Doc, is that all there was to giving birth? When can I go back to work?"
"Easy Martin, yes you just delivered your twins in record ti—seven minutes from the ti you sat down there and you pushed the second one out. But you’re not going back to work till Tuesday. I’m having you sent to a room to rest for an hour and feed the children, then I’ll check on you and release you for the weekend to travel ho and I have no problem with that. But since it’s a longer trip there, I would feel comfortable if a dical professional was with you in case you did have a problem."
Martin looked at Dr. Clark Wooten. "Well, do you have the weekend off? If so, you can go to the ranch with us and see how everything works there and make sure I’m okay. Plus you can tell Lex all about this fancy new chair for having babies."
"As a matter of fact, I do have the weekend off—it’s my rotation, and I am dying to get a look at the dical facility at the Z1. Lex couldn’t say enough good things about it and I want to see it for myself. Plus I have the chair delivered out there in the crate today. I want to get a look at that 8D scanner that y’all have out there. I’ve seen so slide pictures but I need to see the machine in operation—it looks amazing."
Hanz patted Dr. Wooten on the shoulder. "Well, looks like you got a little vacation at the Z1 as a guest."
An hour and a half later, the buggy was packed. Hanz was driving, Clark in the passenger side, the babies and Martin were in the back. Hanz was driving very carefully on the way ho—who could bla him, there was precious cargo onboard.
By the ti Hanz arrived, the cargo was already unloaded from the truck, uncrated and placed into one of the delivery rooms. Dr. Wooten had left Lex a letter on the crate with instructions and he would be arriving shortly so that he could instruct the dical staff on the proper use of the new delivery chair for Genn exclusively.
Lex ca out to check on Martin and the babies and to et Dr. Wooten again. Dr. Wooten said goodbye to Hanz and Martin and the babies and would be by later to check on him, but right now he wanted to go show Lex the chair that he had designed thanks to the Genn archives.
Lex couldn’t get over how well it was built and how comfortable it looked. He even took a seat in it even though he wasn’t pregnant yet, and he realized exactly what Clark was talking about—taking the stress off of the body, allowing the body’s natural position to be there so that the child could be delivered with ease. Lex couldn’t believe that Martin delivered two children in seven and a half minutes his first ti, and there was no major pressure or pain associated with it.
Clark looked around. "Now I want you to show this wonderful 8D scanner I’ve heard so much about and I want to see it working on a patient if you can."
"Sure, in fact I’ve got Stephen scheduled here for his checkup for the month. He’s five months pregnant with his first child by choice. He’s 22 and an unattached single dad. He chose to conceive a child with a breeder from another farm that was here and wanted nothing to do with coparenting. This is the way Genn are—so decide to stay, so decide not to stay, and others don’t want them to stay."
"Lex, what do you an first child by choice?"
"Clark, he ca to us as a runaway. He was 17½ and had just delivered his second child. He was part of a corporate breeding program—one of the sa ones that was just recently busted and put out of business. He was first impregnated at 16, gave birth at 16 years nine months, then two days later he was re-bred under the program and had the next one at 17½. He got a chance and he ran. He showed up here at the ranch and my grandfather took him in, and at 22 he finally decided it was ti for him to have a child, but he wanted nothing to do with a relationship because of the way he was raised."
"Wow, that’s a hell of a life. How did they even get him pregnant at 16? He hadn’t been through transition."
"It’s called Genconmide—pumped directly into the Genn’s cavity through his vent. It matures them out within hours instead of years, and he’s ready to be bred. Unfortunately, I’m gonna have my hands full coming up. We took in the survivors from that big corporate ranch and we have 2200 pregnant pre-transition Genn from 16 to 19 years of age."
"Clark, you’re going to et Stephen—he is a fireball."
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