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Requiem of the Human Soul, by Jeremy Lent
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General Tobo was a Zulu politician who came to power at the end of the twenty-first century, just before the beginning of the Great Global Wars.  

He staged a coup and took charge of what was then known as South Africa.  

He was responsible for one of the worst chapters in human history, spawning horrors comparable in magnitude to the Nazi Holocaust, the 19th century slave trade or the Spanish conquest of the New World.

Here's what happened...


General Tobo took advantage of the crumbling infrastructure of Africa's nation states to create a new tribal-oriented movement that became known as "Toboism".   Toboism was based on a diagnosis of what had gone wrong with Africa, alongside a vision for the continent that appealed to many because of its radicalism.   But ultimately, Toboism was a raw, savage, fascistic appeal to the basest of human instincts, the desire for power and procreation of ones genes.

Toboism started with a diagnosis of Africa's problems that was consistent with the CARGI movement of the mid-twenty-first century.   This diagnosis was as follows: the colonial powers had drawn the map of Africa based solely on their imperial conquests, rather than on any logic of Africa's tribal history or geography, and by doing so, they had created the structural inevitability of generations of civil wars and internal divisions within the new nation states.   By the late twenty-first century, this perspective on African history had become generally accepted, and laid the basis for the "tribalist" movement, which ultimately re-drew the map of Africa along the geographical boundaries that had previously existed between the major tribal groups.  

But Toboism took a different direction.   General Tobo believed that Africa's path to success required a militant, warrior mentality.   He drew on the history of the Zulus' heroic uprising against the British colonialists, and created a mystique around the concept of the Zulu warrior.   If only all Africans could possess the nobility, the power and the ferocity of the great, historic Zulu warrior, he claimed, then Africa would be united in greatness and would pay the rest of the world back for the centuries of devastation that it had suffered at their hands.


General Tobo's approach to fulfill this destiny was both bizarre and grotesque.   He determined that a master race of the strongest and boldest Zulu warriors should be cloned, and take over the continent at the expense of the weaker tribes.  

This would be accomplished by creating gigantic clone-farms and – at the same time – forcibly sterilizing other tribal groups.   This process was called, simply enough, "genetic cleansing".

Tobo succeeded in this vast and ghastly ambition through a cunning combination of alliances and betrayals.   His country, South Africa, was already the strongest single military power in Africa.   However, he took advantage of the ever-increasing aggression between other African countries, fueled by the disastrous consequences of global warming – famines, droughts and floods that were bringing most African countries to the point of ruin.  

He would ally himself with one country against a rival neighbor.   After invading the weaker neighbor, he'd imposed his "genetic cleansing" program.   After a year or two, he'd invent some pretext to invade his former ally, and then introduce his "genetic cleansing" program to that country.



General Tobo used his cunning and intuitive understanding of the worst elements of human nature to keep the rest of the world from blocking his grand ambitions.   First of all, he made sure to leave the white racial minorities out of his "genetic cleansing" programs.   This was an issue for black Africa, he would explain.  

The white race was marginal in Africa, and could be ignored under his program.   This conveniently meant that the Western nations were more removed from the horrors of Toboism than they would otherwise have been.   It was easier for them to view it all as yet another nightmare of the "dark" continent.  

But most importantly, General Tobo used the global tensions of the time to put himself in the middle of the strategic balance of power.   As the United States and Europe began to impose too aggressively on his human rights record, he would look to China to help him defend his interests.  

As his empire grew, these interests became increasingly worth defending.  The mineral deposits of his home base in South Africa, now known as Greater Zululand, oil and gas reserves off the West coast, diamonds from Central Africa.  

He began funneling the bulk of his raw materials towards China and India, and in doing so, was able to turn every Western intrusion into his affairs into a form of global brinksmanship – and thus, into a stalemate.


As far as Tobo himself was concerned, there was never any hesitation in going well over the brink.  

In the early days of his aggression, he used South Africa's arsenal of nuclear weapons with brutal bluntness, devastating the capital cities of his opponents before invading with his troops and allies.

Pretty soon, the mere threat was enough.   Other countries barely bothered to put up a fight before surrendering their very existence to Tobo and his grotesque "genetic cleansing" program.  



Tobo also showed no concerns for the niceties of concepts such as protecting the environment, saving the rainforests or saving species from extinction.   He wanted to follow Brazil's example, and become the new breadbasket of the world, by clearing away the remnants of the rainforests and transforming these regions into vast agricultural farms, yielding the staples of the world's consumption – soy, wheat, sorghum.  

Tobo knew, from Brazil's experience, that his tropical climate could yield three harvests a year using genetically enhanced crops, thus undercutting the prices of other producers in the rest of the world.

With his single-minded determination and brutality, Tobo succeeded in these plans.   As the years of his rule turned into decades, tropical Africa emerged as the second largest producer of these global staples after Brazil.   The rainforest was gone, and its wild animals along with it.  

The great marshes along the Congo were drained and turned into more farmland.   Some in Africa looked at Tobo's successes, and while despising his practices, were forced to acknowledge that he had accomplished the goal of achieving economic predominance for Africa that no-one else had achieved for centuries.



When Tobo would invade a nation, he'd begin his genetic cleansing process one region at a time.   Everyone in the region needed to register with the Tobo-troopers – the elite group of soldiers and medical staff who were charged with implementing the genetic cleansing project.  

The men of the region would all be immediately surgically castrated under anesthetic.  

Millions of men refused to submit themselves to the Tobo-troopers, and went into hiding.   When they were discovered by a Tobo-trooper, they were stripped naked and forced to stand with the hands tied behind their backs and their ankles tied together.   Then, the Tobo-trooper would take a solar-powered electronic scythe, and in one horrendous swipe, would cut the penis and testicles off the screaming man.   Then, they would leave him lying where he was cut, usually in a public place, on a street or a village square.   Anybody who gave him any aid would be summarily executed.  

The lucky men were the ones that died of shock.   Others lay in agony for hours, until they lost enough blood that they, too, died.   The most unfortunate were the ones who survived the initial cut.   They lay on the street, dying from thirst and infection, sometimes for days, while the horrified local citizens would carefully walk around the gasping corpse-to-be.   Most horribly, after a couple of days, dogs and rats would start feeding on the dying man's entrails, as he lay there, intermittently screaming and gasping in pain, in an unendurable, agonizing death spiral.

This was the way that Tobo would send a message to the men of the defeated region that it was better for them to submit themselves to castration under anesthetic than to endure the torture of being caught with their genitalia intact.



The Tobo-troopers were encouraged by a gruesome incentive system to do their jobs well and track down those who refused to submit themselves for castration.   Each time they caught someone, they kept the genitalia that they hacked off the body.   Once they had collected ten genitalia, they were awarded a promotion in rank.  

But the ultimate goal was to collect fifty genitalia.   At this level of success, a Tobo-trooper won the greatest reward he could dream of.   He earned the right to have a clone produced with his genes.   Another new baby Tobo-trooper who would grow up to dominate black Africa.

This was the way that Tobo maintained the loyalty of his hierarchy.   The greater his rank, the greater the number of clones a Tobo follower would be permitted to create.  

There was just one rule above all others.   General Tobo himself had to have more clones made from his genes than the combined number of all other clones.   That way, Tobo could ensure that the new generation of noble dominant Africans would truly reflect his own heroic characteristics.


It was the women of the defeated tribes of Africa who enabled Tobo's grotesque cloning program to work effectively.  

Those women who submitted themselves voluntarily to the Tobo-troopers would all have their ovaries and tubes surgically removed.   Then, they would be transported to one of the Tobo clone farms.   Here, each woman's uterus was implanted with a fertilized egg containing a clone of Tobo or one of his loyal followers.   They were imprisoned in the clone farm for nine months until they gave birth to the Tobo clone.   Any problem with the pregnancy leading to an aborted or dead fetus meant instant death for the woman, regardless of the cause.   Once the birth was successfully completed, each woman underwent a hysterectomy, to ensure that she couldn't bear other children in the future belonging to any rival tribe.   Then, she was free to return to her castrated husband and her family.

These were the fortunate women.   There were countless women who, like their men, refused to subject themselves voluntarily to this devastation.   When these women were captured by the Tobo-troopers, they were sent to special Tobo clone farms, known as the "factory farms".   Here, each woman once again had her ovaries and tubes removed and was then impregnated with a Tobo-clone fertilized egg.   But these women couldn't be trusted to take the fetus to term.   Therefore, they were kept in separate cells, and attached to a device affectionately known by their jailers as the Tobo Baby Keeper, or TBK for short.   



The TBK was a contraption from the darkest medieval nightmare, updated for modern times.   The objective of the TBK was to keep each woman's fetus as healthy as possible, forcing the woman to take the fetus to term by controlling virtually her every movement for the nine months of the pregnancy.   It comprised a pivoting bench, along with tubes, manacles, a treadmill and a drain.   The wretched woman, completely naked, had her wrists and ankles permanently manacled to the contraption for the full nine months.   At night, the bench would pivot to a horizontal position to permit the woman to sleep lying down.  

During the day, the bench would pivot to a vertical position, forcing the woman to stand, except for brief rests.   The treadmill would start up for hours at a time, compelling the woman to exercise, thus ensuring that her body remained in adequate health to feed the Tobo fetus.   When the woman needed to urinate or defecate, she had no choice but to relieve herself manacled to the device, and her waste would simply drop down to the drain.   Once a day, an overhead shower would rinse her clean.   Food would be administered three times a day through a tube that was forced into the woman's mouth.  

During the day, the women would be entertained by watching movie screens featuring endless hours of Toboist propaganda, telling them how their tribes were destined for certain extinction, and how their fetuses, the Toboist clones, would inherit the continent.   For the first three months of the pregnancy, however, there was little time for the propaganda movies.   Instead, the women would be visited by a continual stream of Tobo's soldiers on R&R, and would be unremittingly gang-raped.   This was the way that Tobo would keep his soldiers satisfied.   The reward of a visit to a factory-farm would keep many young soldiers enthusiastic for weeks at a time.  

The gang-rapes would stop after the first three months, though.   The Tobo fetuses were too valuable to risk their being harmed by an overly rough soldier's thrusts of sexual passion.

Finally, the nine months of torment would come to an end.   The pregnancy would come to term.   The woman would be released from her manacles and taken to the adjoining clinic.   She would give birth.   And then she could look forward to a life as a sexual slave in the R&R center, available for the pleasure of the Tobo-troopers.


After more than twenty-five years of Tobo's rule, the Americans, the Chinese and the Europeans finally achieved a global alliance.   They sent an international force into Africa.   There were a few fierce battles, but soon Tobo was defeated.

Tobo himself was strung up from a lamp-post in his capital city of Johannesburg, and had his own genitalia cut from his body by the Zulus.   Although Tobo had claimed to be carrying out his horrors in the name of the Zulus, in fact there were countless Zulus who had died fighting to preserve the true spirit of their culture, trying to depose Tobo.   Tobo's evil was technically done in their name, but it was never what the majority of them wanted.



The legacy of Tobo's horror still exists in Africa in the late 22 nd century. In the aftermath, there were tens of millions of young Tobo clones and those of his followers populating sub-Saharan Africa.   There were vast areas that had been effectively depopulated except for the aging, castrated local populations and the young generations of Tobo clones.

For decades after the Great Global Wars, the biggest project of UNAPS was to cross-fertilize Africa again with a newly diversified gene pool.   By the late 22 nd century, the project has been partially successful, but there are still millions of third- and fourth-generation Tobo clones all around Africa.

A dreadful irony of Toboism is that, in the late 22 nd century, the Tobo clones suffer the worst discrimination of any part of African society.   They're hated by virtually everyone and find it impossible to get jobs.  



Naomi, discussing Toboism with Eusebio, explains how the horrors of that period impact current d-human thinking on Primals and the need for PEPS:

"How could the world have let this happen?" I was almost yelling at Naomi in the Betelbar.  

"This was the time of the Great Global Wars," Naomi sighed.   "This was probably the blackest period in the history of the human race."

Naomi looked straight at me.   "Why do you think people like Harry Shields want to put an end to the Primals?" she asked me.   "After the Great Global Wars were over, the whole world wanted to make sure that the words "Never Again" would finally mean something.   This is what the Global Aggression Limitation Treaty was all about.   Now, the Harry Shieldses of the world say, as long as there are billions of Primals walking on this planet, there's always a risk that something like this could happen again."

Maybe they have a point, I thought to myself.   My insides were erupting with disgust at what Naomi had just been telling me.  

"What do you think about that?" I asked her.

"I think that as long as the d-humans hold the power in this world, there's really no meaningful risk from the Primals.   I think that people over-state the fear of Primal aggression because they want to clean the world up so there's more space for d-humans to enjoy.   If I didn't think that, I wouldn't be fighting so hard for your rights."

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