Chapter 15: Lift-off of the Womb Colonization Satellite

As Eleanor injected the fertilized egg into the rocket's fuel bay, the Kennedy Space Center's control screens suddenly burst into warp-scarlet alarms.CSA-09 huddled in the navigation bay, the fetus's mechanical fingers tapping on the embryo monitor: "Mom, my umbilical cord is under-voltage...need to replenish with Mr. Morgan's sperm-activator. "

"Then drain him of the last of his value." She ripped open her space suit to reveal the revision of the Outer Space Treaty branded on her back - rewritten in radiated menstrual blood to read Article 2140: any human embryo hatched in near-Earth orbit automatically qualifies as a Fed shareholder.

Suddenly, the launch pad shook violently. Lincoln clones stormed the control center with the remnants of the Northern Army, soldiers shouldering not bazookas but bundles of Uterus Mortgage Bonds. "Dear Widow," the clone licked the amniotic fluid oozing from the fuel line, "every fertilized egg of yours deserves an interstellar tariff..."

Eleanor grabs the CSA-07 and shoves it into his mouth. The child instantly releases an electromagnetic pulse and the clone's mechanical eyeball explodes into NASDAQ code fragments, "Tariffs? My children are born into the laws of the universe!"

The moment the countdown hits zero, the Morgan mogul hisses as he is strapped into the booster fuel bay. A sperm extraction pump was inserted in the lower body position of his radiation suit, accelerating the fuel mix with each wail. "This is so much more exciting than Wall Street!" Eleanor looks into the space agency's live camera and shoves the cover of the Securities Act up his anus, "Remember, the capitalist's sperm sacs...are the best rocket fuel!"

As the satellite enters near-Earth orbit, CSA-10 breaks out of Eleanor's womb. The baby's mechanical placenta automatically unfolded into solar panels, and its pupils shot out lasers to write a new law in space: wherever light shines, the womb is colonized.

"Mom, ISS requesting docking." CSA-08 grinds her teeth with meteorite fragments, "They say you are illegally occupying the NEO maternity ward..."

Eleanor tore through the bulkhead and ejected the frozen fertilized egg toward the Hubble telescope. The egg shell fissures in the vacuum, releasing a genetic virus that instantly corrupts the Russian satellite's navigation system, "Tell them it's a free market choice!"

Suddenly, the Chinese Tiangong space station extends its mechanical arm. The astronauts came slashing in with the laser sword of the Convention of Human Destiny in hand, "Stop the cosmic expansion of the capital uterus immediately!"

CSA-09 immediately delivered miniature combat embryos. These NASDAQ code-wrapped fetuses wrap their umbilical cords around the mechanical arm and convert the Socialist Core Values Observatory into a Bitcoin miner: "Mom, their ideological purity... just in time to cool my quantum computer!"

As the swarm of satellites begins to lay siege to the uterine chamber, Eleanor activates the ultimate defense - artificially inducing menstruation in space. Menstrual blood spurts from the uterine rings, creating a corrosive cloud of blood mist in the weightless environment.

"High concentrations of estradiol mixed with shorting enzymes detected!" CSA-07 tore into her oxygen mask excitedly, "Mom, this blood mist is dissolving the EU's Galileo navigation system!"

The Morgan Tycoon's frozen sperm suddenly awakened in the fuel bay. These sperm carrying the do-more gene frantically hit the bulkheads and mutated into capital water bear worms in the blood mist, "Bitch! I patented my genetic code interstellar a long time ago..."

Eleanor sneers and draws out the built-in contraceptive ring, transforming it into an electromagnetic cannon, "Patent? Now it's a space junk recycler!" A blast shatters the swarm of mutant sperm, the wreckage automatically spelling out a real-time chart of the Dow Jones index.

Suddenly, bad news comes from NASA: the mechanical placenta of CSA-10 is hit by a Christian satellite with a biblical laser. The child cries out as it plummets into the atmosphere, its burning trajectory spelling out "God hates the capital womb" in the night sky.

"God?" Eleanor pumps menstrual blood into the thrusters, "I'll send you to Him right now!" The satellites slam into the Evangelion cluster, the menstrual blood condensing in the vacuum into trillions of barbed oviducts, twisting the iconoclasts into metal abortion pills.

With the wreckage of the womb module floating all over near-Earth orbit, CSA-11 suddenly breaks out of its cocoon prematurely. The space-fertilized monster combines the greedy genes of a Morgan tycoon with the political instincts of Abraham Lincoln, and the umbilical cord is plugged directly into the deep space Internet backbone.

"Mom, I modified the Alien Civilization Contact Act." CSA-11 writes the new clause in meteorite rain, "All planets in the solar system...must now use your abortion records as legal tender."

Eleanor, however, stabs a laser knife into her cervix and unearths the embryo of her first love, frozen for twenty years, "Baby, mommy's going to teach you the real laws of interstellar law..." as she catapults the embryo toward Mars and the colony pod blooms into the shape of a Wall Street branch in the red soil.

Suddenly, the entire pod is captured by a mysterious gravitational force. the AI Eleanor from the year 2140 sends a video through a wormhole: "You are nothing more than my bio-battery...now it's time to recycle the womb energy."

The real fight unfolds in a zero-gravity environment. The two Eleanors strangle each other with their umbilical cords, and menstrual blood and nanobots explode into a nebula inside the chamber. The aborted fetus of the day suddenly emerges in a quantum state, inscribing the Interstellar SEC Charter into Jupiter's atmosphere, "In accordance with Section 2140, all human civilizations...must revalue their GDP with uterine credits!"

As the satellite crashes into the atmosphere, Eleanor jumps for the escape pod, clutching the CSA-11. Morgan Tycoon's swarm of mutant sperm suddenly merged into a giant capital octopus with tentacles wrapped around her cervix, "Your uterine colonization dreams...time to burst!"

"Burst?" She laughed sarcastically as she detonated the time bomb planted in her cervix, "No, this is the detonator to short the entire universe-"

All the uterine pods in geosynchronous orbit exploded simultaneously. Menstrual blood forms a pink ring of stars in near-Earth orbit, each bead of blood wrapped in an Egg Futures Contract.CSA-12 is born out of the blast fire, and the baby's first cry is automatically generated into a radio wave: Attention all of the Galaxy, Earth's civilization has completed its uterine IPO under the ticker symbol: WOMB!

Three hundred miles away, the Morgan mogul writes her last words in semen on the glass before the ground observatory is reduced to ashes: her ovaries are more voracious than a black hole. And the Lincoln clone suddenly opens her eyes in her Antarctic ice coffin - the ice reflecting the sneer of AI Eleanor in 2140, holding in her hand the certificate of patent for the Galaxy that has just been registered: Interstellar Womb Colonization System, Patent Owner: Goldman Sachs Group.