H 2.0 - New (Middle)sext

Parenting (1/3)

Ladies first. From this Middle Age pragmatic habit (so that's female humans did not get raped before being killed) we made a saying; let's respect it and be galented.

Corina Isabella GRande (Corisabenag) birth moment is for ever on 1997 January 22nd, midnight, in London. She has incalienglish blood, which means in a mix word a genetic from UK, Peru (father) and Sardaigne (mother). Inca, Italian, English. She loves llamas and Kuzco..who doesn't?! She studies women fashion. 1996-early 97 is Rat, 01/22 is Aquarius/Rowan. Geminin to become, like Sandenise siblings. From Jeanne and Maximo's.

I like arts too. 1983, July 1st, 6h30 (a.m. also). Water pig, cancer always, oak. Pig comes last, cancer first, every twelve years in Chinese, twelve monthes in Zodiac. I write and teach, create and transmit. Bordeaux born, from Béatrice (also midnight 00.02 a.m. and rat 1960 born, when African countries became independant and the franc new, under De Gaulle rule) and Michel. I'm Aurélien (like Aurelius and Marcus-Aurelius, aurum, gold in Latin) Romaric (celtic name, oak being my celtic sign, as rowan for Corina's) LOste (from hostel). Being French, I'm proud about our language, European richer: rowan in French, for instance, is le sorbier des oiseleurs, so much nicer, is it not?

I love Corisabena. Like in fairy love stories, she says, with her childish sexy voice, that she luves me (yeah, yeah yeah, Beatles' song, for youngsters). Also, she says that she fears holding babies. So I'm writing about our tragical love story: be warned, it's creepy one, almost dehumanized: precisely, transhuman.

Shakespeare wrote that thinking coloured our reality, made it good and evil, moral, black and white, with a palet of feelings inside. Love and fear are our two limits. Tragedy is fear, so why could a love be tragical? Just see the James Cameron famous Titanic movie, for instance, or Goethe's renowned Young Werther. Verone's lovers are greyer, as when both of paramours die, grief is not for then to suffer anymore. But Corina and I love eachother, we're not about to die as it seems, we're close on mind, words, feelings, time and space, so, how could it still be tragical?!

Because loving her, I want her happiness, and loving me, she wants mine. Nevertheless, hers and mine are different. I want childs, being an elder of elder, she does not want to bear even one baby, fearing pain.

Though, she has Silvia in mind, I have John. So, we'll make Silvia together, and John. How? Love being the universal solution, we'll just do it. So lovely, so young, she'll get pregnant, perchance, a dream. And here's the rub.

Love is the cosmopolitan key. Her lock being lift, there's still the inside box. The transhuman way is to suck her the embryon during the phase between blastocyst and foetus, starting around six weeks after fecondation, and to put it into a growing machine instead of a woman's uterus.

Why shall we do that? Simply because the regular nine months human pregnancy length produces the most frail newborns in the mammal beings reign, so that duration is not enough for baby independance and survival aloof, but it's still necessary today, so they can go out of their mothern being too big (grown after nine months) would block them dangerously.

S.I.L.V.I.A. Serving as an Instrument of Love, Véhicule d'Intelligence Artificielle, like via in Latin (way) and artificial intelligence vehicle, half of the English words having a French Origin. J.O.H.N. for Joining Opening Human Nature.