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...It took several weeks, but he quickly found a strange chemical to the water bound, clearly synthetic, so he went online, was astonished by what he didn’t find. There was no mention of such chemistry, no reports or formulas did he see, expect for theories from people called mad, the prickly people, who thought like his dad. They’d speak of such things, and quickly get banned, those who spoke louder were publicly damned, berated as cranks, conspiracy types, but Lance saw it clear, the ‘crazies’ were right. When he was dome, drinking water from wells, his drive and his masculinity swelled, but if he went back for wisdom he sought, he’d lose that same drive, all would be for naught. And he knew that if he went off half-cocked, like so many others he would be blocked. His only sample was the college town, he had to play it smart, keep his head down. Through the next three years he would steal away, sample other towns while friends got sh-t-faced, he’d find the same result wherever he’d go, how could it be that no one seemed to know? He’d submit reports anonymously, but never saw word of it on TV, and no smidge of serious online movement, Lance knew that this must involve government. He couldn’t proceed out in the open, the powerful ‘suicided’ such men, but to let this chemical tranquilize males was nothing but a crime, beyond the pale. He bided his time, and went to grad school, Lance had always though genetics were cool, in studying that, solutions appeared, a solution that he could engineer… Like his mother before, he stopped just short of a PhD, he wanted much more, and thanks to the cash from his dad’s gold mine he rebuilt his lab to fit to his mind. Took bacteria he found in the dirt, with smuggled machines he set to his work, while outside the world grew more feminine, and doubled-down on diminishing men. It took several years, and failures galore, and entire weeks spent shuttered indoors, but finally he had a prototype, a bacterium that did the job right. This bacteria, like all, had to eat, only on one chemical would it feed, that same chemical, hidden and unknown, that had destroyed the world’s testosterone. He tested it much, and liked the outcome, then travelled the nation, to see the job done, he dumped it in rivers, reservoirs, and streams, Lance was not expected, and thus not seen... CONCLUDES IN PART III.

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Lance Defeats the Matriarchy, Part Ii

...It took several weeks, but he quickly found a strange chemical to the water bound, clearly synthetic, so he went online, was astonished by what he didn’t find. There was no mention of such chemistry, no reports or formulas did he see, expect for theories from people called mad, the prickly people, who thought like his dad. They’d speak of such things, and quickly get banned, those who spoke louder were publicly damned, berated as cranks, conspiracy types, but Lance saw it clear, the ‘crazies’ were right. When he was dome, drinking water from wells, his drive and his masculinity swelled, but if he went back for wisdom he sought, he’d lose that same drive, all would be for naught. And he knew that if he went off half-cocked, like so many others he would be blocked. His only sample was the college town, he had to play it smart, keep his head down. Through the next three years he would steal away, sample other towns while friends got sh-t-faced, he’d find the same result wherever he’d go, how could it be that no one seemed to know? He’d submit reports anonymously, but never saw word of it on TV, and no smidge of serious online movement, Lance knew that this must involve government. He couldn’t proceed out in the open, the powerful ‘suicided’ such men, but to let this chemical tranquilize males was nothing but a crime, beyond the pale. He bided his time, and went to grad school, Lance had always though genetics were cool, in studying that, solutions appeared, a solution that he could engineer… Like his mother before, he stopped just short of a PhD, he wanted much more, and thanks to the cash from his dad’s gold mine he rebuilt his lab to fit to his mind. Took bacteria he found in the dirt, with smuggled machines he set to his work, while outside the world grew more feminine, and doubled-down on diminishing men. It took several years, and failures galore, and entire weeks spent shuttered indoors, but finally he had a prototype, a bacterium that did the job right. This bacteria, like all, had to eat, only on one chemical would it feed, that same chemical, hidden and unknown, that had destroyed the world’s testosterone. He tested it much, and liked the outcome, then travelled the nation, to see the job done, he dumped it in rivers, reservoirs, and streams, Lance was not expected, and thus not seen... CONCLUDES IN PART III.