The world held its breath, waiting for the inevitable. But the women, the "First 50," refused to terminate. They declared themselves a new sisterhood, a collective force, their shared experience forging an unbreakable, if warped, bond. The global outcry, the moral panic, the scientific bafflement – it all fueled their resolve. They were not victims; they were the architects of a new age.
Lili Zhang's cult, "The Seed Keepers," spread like wildfire. From hushed online forums to massive, televised rallies, her message of the "Final Womb Phase" resonated with millions. Her followers, clad in flowing white robes and adorned with fertility symbols, chanted Kavi's name, believing his "seed" was a divine catalyst for a matriarchal future. They held vigils, performed rituals, and openly defied governments and religious institutions that called for the "Arkangel babies" to be aborted.
Sloan Vega, ever the entrepreneur, signed a lucrative Netflix deal for a docu-series titled The Arkangel Diaries: A New Genesis. She appeared on every major network, her pregnant belly a prominent feature, her voice serene as she spun tales of resilience, female empowerment, and the "miracle" of their collective motherhood. Her "Sacred Surrogacy International" became a global powerhouse, attracting donations and desperate women seeking to be part of the "new lineage."
Pepper Knox, ever the wild card, started her own streaming channel, "WombTube." It was a chaotic, unscripted, and often disturbing livestream of her pregnancy journey, interspersed with rants about societal hypocrisy, impromptu dance sessions, and bizarre "prenatal rituals." Her raw, unfiltered content, a stark contrast to Sloan's polished narrative, garnered millions of followers, creating a new subculture of "WombTubers."
Mona Cho, the sadistic architect, quietly filed for genetic copyright of Kavi's DNA. While the world debated ethics and morality, Mona saw only opportunity. She began to explore the legal loopholes, aiming to control the very biological blueprint of the "Seed Messiah," ensuring that any future scientific or commercial exploitation of his unique fertility would pass through her. She kept her own pregnancy fiercely private, a secret weapon.
Several women, embracing their newfound celebrity, appeared on red carpets, their visibly pregnant bellies proudly displayed. They wore custom-designed gowns that highlighted their swollen forms, turning their pregnancies into political statements, fashion trends, and defiant acts of rebellion. The media, initially horrified, quickly adapted, creating new categories for "maternity couture" and "post-apocalyptic chic."
Jada Valentine, the tactical cynic, released raw, unedited fight footage from the orgies on the Arkangel. The grainy, chaotic videos, showing women battling over Kavi, went viral, sparking outrage and fascination. In accompanying interviews, Jada, her voice flat and emotionless, declared, "He was never strong. We made him. We built this." She sold the rights to her story for a massive book deal, titled Pregnant With Pride: Surviving Sperm War One Kick at a Time.
Kavi, meanwhile, remained isolated in a heavily guarded hospital ward. The doctors, baffled by the fifty simultaneous pregnancies, ran endless tests, probing his biology for answers. He was a medical anomaly, a scientific curiosity, and a prisoner. He rarely spoke, his eyes hollow, haunted by the phantom moans that echoed in his ears, a constant reminder of the week that had shattered his life. Sleep offered no escape; his dreams were a kaleidoscope of frantic bodies, lipstick smears, and the suffocating weight of a hundred desperate hands. He was a father fifty times over, but utterly alone.