The deepest private chamber of the new Memory Halls was perfectly circular, its walls alive with soft holographic loops from the Seed Vault archives.
Pregnant women from ancient eras glowed in the projections—bellies heavy and worshipped, ceremonies where fertile bodies were offered and filled in ritual breeding.
The air carried a faint trace of incense. Elizabeth had arranged everything for this private reclamation night.
Calypso stood naked in the center, her body at nearly eight months. Her belly was massive, hanging low and heavy, skin stretched tight over the child inside.
Her breasts were swollen and full, nipples constantly leaking thin streams of milk that ran down the curve of her stomach. She breathed slowly, sensitive all over.
Elizabeth circled her first, a small bowl of warm scented oil mixed with resonance herbs in her hands. She dipped her fingers in and started massaging Calypso's belly in wide, slow circles.
