Alexander Captured
For Alex, that Monday started like any other. He dressed quickly, threw on his favorite jeans and a white t-shirt, and headed out in search of coffee. What he didn't know was that while he slept, the world had been "formatted."
A woman, wielding a power no one understood, had hacked reality itself. She erased every man on the planet and, more terrifyingly, wiped away the memory that they ever existed. But the system had a glitch: Alex. He was the only one left—the "file" the virus couldn't delete.
As he crossed the first avenue, Alex stopped dead. Something was wrong. There were no construction noises, no men rushing to work. There were only women. Hundreds of them. But what chilled his blood wasn't just that—it was how they were looking at him.
Women froze as he passed. A girl talking on her phone dropped it to the ground, her eyes locked on him. A group of friends walking toward him fanned out, watching him with a mix of horror and fascination, as if they were seeing a monster from another planet.
"What... is that?" one whispered, pointing at Alex's face.
To them, Alex wasn't a man; he was an unknown creature. His broad shoulders, sharp jawline, and deep voice were features their brains could no longer recognize.
"Freeze right there, mutant!" a police officer's shout stopped him cold.
The officer drew her weapon and fired into the ground right at Alex's feet. The blast made him jump in terror. Before he could protest, the officer pinned him against a wall.
"Identify yourself! That facial structure... those shoulders! You're a visual aberration!" she screamed.
With a violent jerk, the woman grabbed Alex's shirt and ripped it from top to bottom. The fabric fell to the ground, leaving his chest bare. A collective gasp rippled through the dozens of women surrounding the scene. They were stunned; they had never seen a chest like that.
The officer, with a scientist's curiosity, reached out and touched Alex's flat chest, pressing against his pectorals.
"What... what are you doing? Hey, stop!" Alex stammered, trying to cover himself, dying of embarrassment under the gaze of everyone.
"You're strange. There's no one like you here."
"I'm a man, my god!" he said, terrified. He looked around and saw no other men. It was surreal. Just last night he was eating dinner with his father, and now...
"This is... weird. You have no breasts. Your skin is hard and flat," the officer said, frowning. "You're a walking deformity. A spy. I'm executing you for infiltration!"
The officer pressed the barrel of the gun against his forehead. Alex closed his eyes, but suddenly, a heavy silence fell over the street. An almost religious respect made every woman present stand at attention or bow her head.
"Officer, lower that weapon immediately."
The voice was melodic but carried absolute authority. From behind the police, a woman with hair like liquid fire appeared, dressed in an impeccable suit that radiated power. It was the President.
"Madam President! My apologies... we are facing a biological deformity never seen before. I was about to eliminate it for national security."
The redhead approached Alex, her eyes unreadable. She was the only woman in the world who didn't look at him with confusion, but with a dark possessiveness. She was the only one who remembered what a "man" was.
"I'm taking him, officer. This 'creature' will be moved to my private residence for deep investigation," the President declared.
"As you command, ma'am!" the officer replied, handing Alex over without hesitation.
The Secret Behind the Blue Panel
Minutes later, after Alex had been loaded into an armored vehicle, the President was left alone for a moment. Her kind mask vanished, replaced by pure frustration. She waved her hand, opening a blue holographic panel invisible to everyone else. Her eyes scanned the planet's code.
"Global Y-chromosome deletion... 99.9% complete," she read softly. "Collective memory rewritten... Total success."
Her fingers flew over the panel, selecting the "error point" that was Alex. She tried to execute the "Delete Subject" command, but a red warning flashed: [ERROR: SYSTEM BALANCE REQUIRED. ONE REMNANT MUST REMAIN].
The President grit her teeth, slamming the panel shut.
"Damn it..." she whispered. "I hacked the entire world, eliminated every man on Earth to create my perfect utopia... and the system forces me to keep one."
She looked toward where they had taken Alex.
"If I can't erase you from the code, I'll make you my personal toy. The world will never know what you are... but I will."
The Basement and the "Rescue"
Alexandr felt his bandages being peeled off with the delicacy of someone peeling fruit. When he opened his eyes, he was in a room so luxurious the marble floors shone brighter than his future. But the luxury faded when he saw the four women surrounding him.
"Funny that you show up now, 'Error 404'," the President said, crossing her arms with a dominant smile. "These are my right hands. The ones who keep this country of women running while I... tweak reality."
She pointed to a blonde with blue eyes who looked like she was holding a lit firework.
"Hey, you! You weird thing! Put some clothes on, you dunce!" she barked. Her name was Sofia. She was rich, spoiled, arrogant, and extremely toxic.
Alexandr looked down and wished the earth would swallow him whole. He was as naked as the day he was born.
"WHAAAAAT?!" he screamed, his voice cracking and echoing through the room. "Give me a sheet, a cardboard box, anything! I'm catching a cold... in places that shouldn't be catching colds!"
"That thing is... fascinating," whispered Rem, the shyest one, hiding behind her bangs.
"Want a closer look, Rem?" interrupted Veronica, the goth, her voice so bored she sounded like she was narrating a funeral. "Don't be shy. It's the only new thing that's happened in this shitty world in centuries."
"P-please... clothes..." Alexandr begged, red as a tomato, shrinking to take up as little space as possible. He looked like a puppy abandoned in the rain.
Rem, her heart hammering, made an impulsive decision. She pulled off her own shirt and threw it at his face. Alexandr put it on blindly, but when his head popped through the neck, he went silent.
Rem stood there in a black bra that barely contained what Alexandr could only describe as "heavy-caliber weaponry." Despite her shyness, she was incredibly well-endowed.
"What are you staring at my friend for, pervert?" Veronica said without changing her tired expression.
"Me? Nothing! It's just... the design of the bra is very interesting!" Alexandr stammered, his eyes meeting Rem's.
In that instant, time stopped for her. Rem, who had never felt a man's gaze, was hypnotized. Alexandr's eyes were crystal blue, deep and filled with a mix of fear and honesty she had never seen before. What beautiful eyes... she thought, feeling an unknown heat in her chest. No one had ever looked at her with such intensity, making her feel so... special.
"Give him some pants too!" the President ordered, amused by the scene.
Rem, acting on autopilot, unbuttoned her pants and handed them over. Alexandr squeezed into them, though they were a bit tight around his hips.
"Great... now I look like a half-finished goth girl," Alexandr joked with a nervous laugh.
The Ninja Rat
After the humiliation, Alexandr was escorted to a basement with a lock that looked like it belonged in a maximum-security prison.
"You'll sleep here. Don't break anything; it's expensive," the President snapped before locking the door.
Alexandr was left alone. The silence didn't last long. A fat rat scurried over his foot.
"AHHH! HELP! A NINJA RAT! SOMEBODY HELP!" he screamed, jumping onto an old chair.
The basement was a place of long shadows and dripping pipes. Alex was trying to calm down when a metallic clanging echoed from the ceiling. Clang... Clang...
"Hello?" he whispered. "Is there a giant ninja rat up there?"
He approached a ventilation duct, squinting into the darkness of the grate. Suddenly, two glowing orbs stared back at him.
"AHHHH!" Alex recoiled.
Inside the duct, there was a muffled yelp and a loud CRASH! The grate gave way, and Rem fell out in a cloud of dust. Still in her underwear, she brushed off her hair, beet-red with shame at being caught spying.
"Why were you watching me?!" Alex asked, his heart racing.
Rem looked up, ignoring the question. She froze, staring at his face.
"Your eyes..." she whispered, taking a step closer. "They're different. They have a glow... a depth I've never seen in anyone. Why are you like this? What are you?"
Alex opened his mouth to answer, but the words stuck in his throat. He remembered the President's icy warning. Panicking, he scrambled to hide behind an old wooden crate.
"Please, have mercy! Don't tell the redhead! I don't want to die!" he cried, eyes tearing up from pure panic.
Rem was stunned. Seeing this large, robust creature trembling with fear like a child broke something inside her. She approached slowly and, with a gentleness she had never used before, reached out and wiped his tears with her thumbs.
Alex froze. He looked into Rem's eyes and felt a strange warmth. In an impulse of gratitude, he grabbed her hand.
Rem jumped. She had never felt a hand like that: large, wide, and radiating a heat that seemed to sear her skin. Instead of letting go, she pulled his hand to her cheek, closing her eyes to feel the texture of his palm.
"Why... why are you so big?" she asked, blushing to her ears. "And why is your skin so warm compared to ours?"
Alex didn't explain his origin, but seeing her so vulnerable, he dared to speak:
"I can't tell you much... but your eyes are beautiful too."
Rem turned to stone. That compliment hit her harder than anything else. In her nervousness, she noticed her bra had shifted during the fall. Without thinking—since she had no sense of modesty around men yet—she slipped it off for a second to adjust it right in front of him.
Alex almost had a heart attack. He covered his face with his hands, peeking through his fingers.
"Hey! What are you doing?! So soon?!" he yelled. "We barely know each other, you can't just go around taking that off!"
"Doing what?" Rem asked, finishing her adjustment with total naturalness. "I was just fixing it. What's wrong?"
"Nothing... forget it," Alex sighed, trying to get his face back to its normal color.
In the middle of that dark basement, surrounded by dust and danger, they both looked at each other and couldn't help it—they burst out laughing. It was an absurd situation.
But the laughter died down quickly. They knew if the President or the others came down and found them like this, in this strange intimacy, they were doomed
