Robert had no sex drive.

I created Robert, like I created all of them, but Robert was one that I tinkered with frequently. I gave him very dark hair and blue eyes. I made him handsome and I made women want him. I pulled him out of a dream, created him from scratch and then piled on the problems just for laughs.

Robert hadn't had sex for approximately fifteen years. It wasn't something a simple dose of Viagra could fix. Viagra was useless because I did this to Robert. I took away his sex drive. He simply didn't want to fuck anyone. No woman had attracted him since high school. He'd contemplated the possibility of homosexuality, but no man had attracted him either. His penis could accurately be described as "inactive." Besides urinating, Robert had no use for it.

In high school, he'd had sex twice. Robert later described both girls as "blonde and easy." I, of course, created them both. Amanda was Robert's first. I gave her large breasts, brown eyes, blonde hair and low self-esteem. I had her mother leave when she was ten and I had her father drink. Then I watched to see what she'd turn out like.

Robert liked to stare at Amanda's breasts. I had him sit one row behind Amanda but also one row over giving him a fantastic view of my creation. Halfway through the school year, I had Amanda catch on. She wrote Robert a note.

"Do you want me?" it read.

Robert read the note and crumbled it up, not daring to look back up at Amanda. After class, she took his hand and led him to the school's basement. He never even saw her wonderful breasts. In a flash, his pants were down, her skirt was up, and it was over. I laughed.

The second experience was a disaster. The girl's name was Hannah. I made her a middle child. Her parents ignored her making her crave attention. Her breasts were average and she was slim and blonde. Robert drove Hannah home after one of those awkward high school dates and, much to his surprise, she whispered into his ear that her parents weren't there. I made them come home right after Robert and Hannah had finished the deed. This time, Robert had seen breasts. His eye had taken it all in and then his eye had suffered the consequences. Hannah's father had a hard punch. I laughed at Robert standing on the front porch naked, trying to keep his clothes in a bundle and run to his car unseen. Hannah's dad gave Hannah a "good education" at a boarding school. There were no penises within a walking radius.

I made these people. I wrote them down and now I watch them. Some I leave alone, some I manipulate. These people exist to satisfy my every whim. I have the power. I have the control. Some of them know it and some of them don't, either way I do as I want.

Robert's sexual experiences weren't bad, they were actually rather good and he wanted more for a few years afterwards. Since I had made him such a handsome man, it wasn't hard for him to attract a woman named Lindsey at the bar. I made Lindsey slim and abnormally tall. She was five years younger than Robert. She had wonderfully dark hair and dark green eyes. I made her laugh lightly at every kind word. She cried at movies. She had nice breasts but she didn't think so. She was under the impression that she was fat. This was due to the mother I gave her. She was always critical and her father didn't bother to interfere. Lindsey had been "cured" of anorexia three times already and had been hospitalized once. People are silly.

After Robert and Lindsey had been seeing each other for awhile, I decided to have a little fun. I was in a particularly evil mood that day. They left a trail of clothes from the living room to the bedroom. She was completely naked when Robert froze. That was it, the moment I took his sex drive from him. I howled at the sight.

Lindsey would not have sex for three years; she believed her naked body was repulsive even though Robert told her he thought her naked body was beautiful. He just didn't want to have sex with her. It drove him insane. He became generally unhappy and women at his work thought he was gay. I laughed at Robert at least once a day for fifteen years.

I created Sarah two years after I created Robert. I made Sarah absolutely stunning. I gave her a great figure; she was blonde with brilliant blue eyes. Her breasts were perfect and her hips rippled at her sides. Her face was oval shaped and her lips were moist and perfectly symmetrical. As a punishment to men, I made Sarah like women. Her mother was a single, man-hating feminist who had been impregnated by accident by a man she only saw long enough for him to fertilize her. He then left her for a younger woman (his doing.) Sarah grew up thinking men were a punishment for women (her mother's doing.) As a teenager, Sarah's sex drive kicked in. She needed sexual attention. Weighing her options, she chose to become a lesbian.

Sarah had not had sex for a year; the last woman's name was Beth. I created Beth too but I made her a "control" in my great experiment. I have not interfered with Beth and do not intend to. I check in on her periodically but that is it. I created her the same year I created Sarah. I gave her almost the same build except I made her hair and eyes dark. After a two-year relationship, Sarah told Beth that she needed time alone.

I waited for Sarah to realize that what she needed was a man. I had changed my mind. I can do that you know. I decided that it was time for my two creations to meet. It happened at the same bar that Robert met Lindsey in. I gave him the advantage of home court.

I had made Sarah's day horrible. She worked at an advertising agency. Her boss was what her mother would have called a "pig." Sarah hated him. I created him too. I made him look decent but had him think he looked like a god. His name was Jim. I gave him brown hair, blue eyes and I made him shave only once a week to keep a clean face. I gave him a hairless chest too. He didn't work out but had a natural build. Jim repeatedly talked to Sarah like she was a secretary. "Take a letter," he'd begin. Her job was actually to present new commercial ideas to the top businessmen in major corporations. She was not secretary material, I had put her in the wrong job but I was taking her out.

On this day, I had Jim amble into Sarah's office. "Do you have a minute?" he asked her breasts. She folded her arms across her chest, moving his eyes to her face.

"Yes?" Sarah responded curtly.

"Good," said the pig, "I have a craving for some coffee. Why don't you be a doll and run down to the café?" Jim leaned against her desk with a smirk. Sarah ran her eyes from his face down to the hand that rested on her desk and then looked back up at his face. She raised her eyebrows. Jim moved his arm and tugged at his collar.

I was ready for this and had Sarah retaliate. "My job does not include trips to the café. If I do go get you coffee, which is highly unlikely and bordering on the impossible, then you can be sure I will pour it directly in your lap in hopes that the burns will force you to think with something else."

Sarah cleared her desk out by five.

Robert's day had been typical. I had been busy with Sarah after all; sometimes I get consumed with one of them and forget the rest, even my special projects. His eight to six job included sitting in front of a computer and never feeling any sense of accomplishment. This is what he had done today. He needed a drink.

Stewart, the bartender, brought Robert his white Russian. He didn't even have to ask. I made Stewart ten years before I made Robert, twelve years before I made Sarah. He was a good man with an honest face and a good family life. He knew about me, he obeyed me and therefore, I rewarded him. His life felt complete.

Robert came to the bar three times a week. The other nights, I left Robert to himself. He'd drink until he passed out, flipping TV channels in his apartment, which lacked the typical single male paraphernalia, no pornographic channels, no magazines in the bathroom, and no posters in his room.

On this particular night, it was a Thursday, Robert sat in the bar seat on the end. I had Sarah sit directly opposite him. Stewart asked her what she wanted to drink and a martini was delivered promptly.

Once again, I changed my mind.

I had Robert notice Sarah's breasts. Involuntarily, his fists clenched, he couldn't take his eyes from them. It was like seeing Amanda's breasts all over again; he had to look. Of course, he didn't know that this was all me. He is one of my creations that don't realize that I exist although his life feels strangely complete. It had been over fifteen years since he stared at Amanda's breasts, he wasn't inconspicuous then and he certainly wasn't now. Sarah sighed.

"Could another man ruin my day?" she thought. She crossed her arms across her chest and Robert's eyes moved to her face. She had her "you're a jackass" look on. I had given her that look when she was a lesbian. It made men guilty. I had forgotten to take it away, an oversight, soon to be fixed. Robert looked into Sarah's face and her scowl immediately melted. I laughed from my untouchable post. I gave Sarah motherly instincts, she saw "need" in Robert's eyes. She didn't know what to make of it. She wanted to embrace this man. I made her face soften, I made her stand up, I made her walk to the other side of the bar and, just for fun, I made her sit down next to him.

Robert was in shock. After he had been caught staring at this beautiful woman's breasts, he had seen frank disapproval in her face (my mistake.) Just as he was turning away in shame, the girl's face had completely changed. Then, without warning, she'd come and sat next to him. He didn't know what to do. His eyes kept going to the side.

Sarah sat facing him directly. She took no pains to hide her staring. Her elbows were propped up on her knees and her face was cupped in her hands. I had her eyes trace his figure and then light on his handsome face.

I had left Robert alone for too long, it took some effort to get him under control. He was experiencing some dramatic changes and he had set into a panic. I activated his penis again. Sarah spoke first.

"Sarah," she said, extending her hand.

Robert's mind slowly worked. "Sarah?" he thought. "What does that mean?" I let Robert continue to amuse me with his thought process. "Am I supposed to say 'Sarah' back? Is this the new form of propositioning? Have I been out of the dating circle that long?" He gave it a try.

"Sarah," he said cordially and took her hand. I laughed crazily.

Sarah shook her head. "My mother was right," she thought. "Men are stupid." Too bad I made her fall in love with him.

"Sarah is my name," she said and instantly regretted the look of embarrassment on Robert's face. "What's yours?" she asked quickly.

Robert's mind had completely failed him. He struggled to remember the name that I had given him over thirty years ago. "Robert," he spat out. Then he told her everything. I had him tell her about everything from his job to his fifteen years without sex. Then I had Sarah tell him about her love of women's breasts and the end of her job.

I brought them back to Robert's apartment where, this time, his desire did not fail him. Sarah suddenly found herself easily attracted to men. Then, I got this wonderful idea, an amazing plan. This was all me, this was I making love to me, my creatures together to make the ultimate design: nature, creation, and power in check. I had completed my project. Sarah would be pregnant because I made her so. Robert would have his desire, Sarah would be satisfied, and I would have this child.

I left the pregnant Sarah and Robert alone for a few months to attend to other business that I'd left alone too long. I needed to pay some attention to the others, tie up the loose ends. I took care of Jim. I made him drink and then I wrapped his small sports car around a rather large tree. For fun, I made him have coffee in his lap that one of his "dolls" had given him to "sober up" with on the drive home. Sarah did not attend his funeral (her choice.)

I had Lindsey meet a kind man who loved her naked body. I had her gain her confidence back and then I had her divorce him, taking a large sum of money and her naked body away. Do not think I'm heartless, however. I gave him another woman with an amazing body and had this new woman love him. Lindsey will have her fun. Within a year, she will be a runway model and marry an Australian man she will meet on one of her shoots. This was all in the future that I had planned out for her; I set it in motion.

I checked in on Beth. I didn't do anything for her. She was supposed to be self-sufficient. She seemed unsatisfied with her life and rather lonely. I fought off my instinct to help her, she was my control after all, and it would ruin the whole experiment.

Amanda died of AIDS. She chose to have sex but I gave her AIDS. I did it. I let the disease infest her body and I watched her die. Richard did not attend her funeral either, although, had he known she died (which I didn't let him) I'm sure he would have came for one last look at those wonderful breasts.

I made Hannah beautiful and successful. She was single and living in the city, quite near Sarah and Robert. I killed her father long ago with a heart attack. He crumpled up after hearing the report that Hannah was sleeping with her professor at boarding school. I gave Hannah to the professor because he needed a lover. Someone else, a woman I created, had stolen his desire, "broke his heart," as they tended to say. I fixed it; or rather I made Hannah fix it. She got kicked out and graduated from a co-ed school four years later.

Stewart continued to work happily. He talks to me daily and knows that I am listening. I keep his job good and I keep his family healthy. I will give Stewart a vacation. He will go to Europe, in fact, he will stay there. He also deserves a break and it's coming. I know he'll hold on.

While away from Sarah and Robert, trusting that my ultimate creation was safe in Sarah's belly, I watched over other people I had made. I vomited daily. I saw rape, I saw murder and I saw war. I had no control over them; I had given it up long ago.

In three months, I needed to return to my Sarah, I needed to see my child. I made Robert leave. I wanted to see Sarah, I wanted to touch her soft hand and hear her voice. I entered my created world, I can do that you know, and I rang her doorbell.

A muffled voice from inside, "Coming!" Oh, music to my ears! I was nervous. Although I had had this power all along, I had never met my own creation. The door opened. Even I was stunned by how wonderful she was. Her muscles moved, so complex and simple all at once. Her skin was glowing and her eyes held so much.

"May I help you?" Sarah looked wearily at me. Summoning all the power I had left after seeing my wonderful creation up close, I made her think that I was her high school teacher. I had her open the door. I made her shake my hand, her fingers slipping over mine. We talked for quite some time, Sarah reminisced about memories that I had given her; she spoke words that I had put in her mouth. I felt my presence slip in and out of her and I slipped in and out of myself.

I felt satisfied. I had created this being. It was mine. They were all mine, the bad, the good, the sexual, the angry, the killers, the rapists, the lovers and the believers. Stewart, Sarah, Robert, Amanda, Jim, Hannah, Lindsey, Beth, they were mine whether or not I interfered with their lives; I had created them. I left Sarah's home and on my way out, I had her embrace me. I was through having my laughs, making them miserable. I wanted my creation to be happy. I loved her.

I watched for four months, carefully keeping vigil over my wonderful world. I had Sarah's stomach get bigger and my ultimate creation grow larger.

Early one morning, Robert left for work as usual and Sarah remained asleep. An hour later, to my horror and complete surprise, Beth pulled into the driveway. I had Sarah wake up. Beth voluntarily walked to the door; she chose to ring the doorbell. I instilled some anxiety in Sarah's mind as she answered the door. I wanted to warn her that this was out of my hands. When Sarah saw Beth, however, she opened the door fully and invited her inside. This was Sarah's choice, not mine. If it had been up to me, it would have been just Sarah, Robert, and my ultimate creation forever.

Beth came inside. I began to regret how little I knew about or how little I controlled Beth. Why had I needed a control? I had Sarah call Robert at work but he wasn't in his office. I wondered where he was but it was too late to start checking in on Robert's life again.

Beth was upon her before I had a chance to make Sarah act. I tried to make Beth stop but I had left her alone for too long. She ignored my existence. I wondered where my power had gone. Beth raged.

"You bitch!" she seethed. "You said you wanted time! What you wanted was a fucking man! You left me completely alone, with nothing, do you fucking understand, nothing! I waited for you, I gave you time, and I come back and you're pregnant! Dammit, you're pregnant!" She went on in a fury. I realized Beth had about as much control over herself as I had over her.

Sarah was backing up; I had her grab a knife from the kitchen counter. She gripped it in her hand, her knuckles turning white. She lunged forward but the knife fell to the ground as Beth swiftly kicked Sarah in the stomach. That was the last kick Sarah felt on her stomach, outside or in. The baby was dead. Sarah couldn't see straight, her vision went white and she crumpled to the floor. Beth picked up the knife and sank it into Sarah's chest. I made her die quickly; it was all I could do. Beth pulled out the knife and washed it in the sink, the bright blue Dawn rinsing away the red blood. Then she left.

I returned to Sarah's home. I went in and saw her body, my beautiful creation. I felt her warm blood, I ran my fingers through her hair and I put my hands on her still solid stomach where my ultimate creation once lived. I was the father who had lost the child. I was the mother feeling the void one can only feel with the death of her own. I lay beside Sarah trying to go in and out of her thoughts like I had on my first visit. It was a mistake, what I experienced was death. "I created this," I thought in agony.

I didn't want Sarah's body to stay there for long. I left the house to try to find Robert, this man whose lust I had once taken from him. I found him having sex with Hannah. Suddenly, I knew what Hannah's father had felt like all those years ago. Regret washed over me. It was Robert's choice but I knew it was my fault. It was all me. I had taken his lust, I had given it back, and then I had left him uncontrolled. I had manipulated these wonderful things, these beautiful creations. I didn't laugh any more. The irony went unappreciated.

I could create but I could not control. One by one, I'll churn them out and one by one, they'll self-destruct. I went back to Sarah's body and wept.