Trouble at Rupaul's Low-Orbit Fudge Factory

Some freewriting developing the story for the scenes currently being edited.

The year was 2249 RuPaul owns virtually and physically everything in the solar system including all fashion, media, consumables, travel and spiritual centers.

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Boardroom at RuPaul World Headquarters. A collection of pit crew like minions report on the latest performance of all the owned enterprises to RuPaul. The minions finally describe a developing situation impacting the empire’s performance.

Minion One: We are in first place and own 95% of all media including neurolink direct immersion programming and we still dominate the dying device free VR/AR market. We still have the pesky 5% runoff to Woke Willam Enterprises (Drag Queen Professional Wrestling), but we continue to chip away at any remaining media that she manages to scrape together. We hope within a year to dominate 100% of the media in the Herniverse unchallenged.

Minion Two: Everybody Say Love spiritual centers remain financially sound with 100% of income, profits, and charitable donations within our sector drawing and redistributing wealth within current fractional reserve dragulations.

Minion Three: For the first time in nearly two decades RuPaul’s Empire is suddenly at risk for unknown reasons contributing to a 50% decline in revenues due to massive delays in the flow of RuPaul’s signature Feed The World Fudge product produced at RuPaul’s low-orbit fudge factory.

RuPaul is not someone to trifle when her fudge factory ain’t producing.

RuPaul: Oh hell no, get them on screen! I want to speak to the Captain at once.

Minion Three pushes a few buttons on the control panel.

Minion 3: Establishing connection now.

Captain Space Station: How may I be of service Ma Ru?

RuPaul: Why has my fudge production stopped?

Captain Space Station: The fudge factory entrance has been sealed tight and we can’t gain access no matter how hard we try.

RuPaul: I see, life sign indicators on the fudge factory level?

Captain Space Station: 69 indeterminate life signs.

RuPaul: Are we talking Michelle Visage or Lady Bunny indeterminate life readings or is there a possibility that hostile forces have penetrated my big beautiful fudge factory?

Captain Space Station: I fear that unknown forces are at werk but its hard to say without a closer inspection of your fudge factory.

RuPaul: Very well, I will get to the bottom of it!

Ends communication with space station.

RuPaul: Prepare my ship, it’s been a few months since I paid the attention to my fudge factory that it deserves. I can’t quit put my finger on the problem, but something tells me that Momma Ru needs to travel the her/she highway and for the umpteenth million time to make things OKAYYYY again!

RuPaul: I expect the send-off to be befitting of the queen of the herniverse. The invaders will see pretty quickly that I’m comin for them and comin hard for messin with my fudge factory.

Minion: Your majesty.

RuPaul Commercial:

RuPaul’s Out of this…World! Confections factory uses zero gravity manufacturing techniques and reclaimed waste shuttled from Earth to produce the world’s finest candy. The current Out of This World slogan is “Even your butthole loves the taste or RuPaul's confectionary delights whether you eat one…or them all hunty!”

RuPaul decision to immediately get to the bottom of the problem halting production in her fudge factory was precisely the type of PR opportunity that she needed this month to keep herself at center of her peoples’ hearts and minds. She was going to go up there and kick some mother tuck-in ass. RuPaul’s fudge must flow!!!

The loyal masses had begun to gather in the corporate campus spaceport to wish RuPaul well prior to boarding her craft at the conclusion of the board meeting. Her ship was a retrofitted anti-gravity propulsion single pilot retro style Mercury design space capsule useful for short trips. She felt like she was laying in her mama’s arms when she rode in that thing. It was so warm and tight, but nothing to fuck with like her mama; it did all the driving and always brought her home. She just got in and the AI Ernestine took care of the rest of the trip. There are so many things to see in low-orbit Earth, magnificent places that block out the sky in places that RuPaul never tires of touring her empire and seeing the sights.

RuPaul seemed a bit anxious as she caught a glimpse of herself in the space ship glass and realizing that she had just celebrated her 100th birthday. I need to take an extra Give-in-face-pill before donning my beautiful orange spacesuit. RuPaul was always thinking about her adoring fans and her public image. She knew that she wouldn’t look a day over 60 after taking the pill and before she arrived to deal with the trouble in her fudge factory.

Herstory Lesson:

One day long ago, two crazy demagogue politicians gave some poor thought out commands and immediately our days were numbered for living on Earth’s surface at the time. Nothing grew on the planet after the brief and devastating war which left the Earth a desert wasteland. Fortunately, the world’s richest people knew the conflicts were coming and many had moved underground, to the moon, or to low orbit if they possessed the right number of coins. People like drag superstars, corporate masters, bloodline families and some others who possessed enough coinage were able to survive and even thrive in the post-apocalyptic world. Not a single politician or their clones survived to the present day and one generation of RuPaul literally broke the molds by destroying any politician DNA that remained to ensure the creation of a better world.

And like all RuPaul clones since the 2120 clone uprising when some now extinct savages now referred to as Wrong Rights tried to put our 5th generation RuPaul clone out of business, the current 10th generation RuPaul clone wasn't about to have her empire messed with. During the centuries between the 5th and 10th generations of RuPaul clones comprised all of the remnants of humanity. From the 5th generation to the present with a little help from her cute extraterrestrial friends RuPaul started the era when life in the Herniverse got really interesting.

All sorts of new species were produced under the marketing genius of RuPaul clones but within 50 years even these creations began seeking their own rights and expanded identities. The prior generations of RuPauls’ loved all creatures and even though they started as twinkles in herses third eyes they remained all her creations and therefore should be treated with the same respect and rights of other living things.

RuPaul’s love even extended to her more mundane human subjects like the breeding intensive traditional class human egalitarian society or B.I.T.C.H.E.S. for short. Everybody had a place in RuPaul’s Universe, even those that some considered undesirable inhabitants of RuPaul’s empire.

Today, there are so many egg and sperm combinations possible for producing beings that a clone can be anything a maker’s little heart desires like...the lecher...the preacher...the adjustable circumference anal breacher, RuPaul’s latest invention in genetic engineering or Calling A.C.A.B as Ru likes to say!

RuPaul was produced from similar triple strand DNA and was cloned for one singular purpose…to rule the world! Stewarding the empire is RuPaul’s purpose and destiny “all hail our Queen...for..evvver.”

The religion in 2249 is universal and we pray for the planet’s eventual healing after the short war with long-term consequences. Our citizens believe that each and every one of the people remaining are living manifestations and agents of God. There is no good or evil in RuPaul’s worldview and everyone is connected from birth through neurolink technology. RuPaul first implemented the neurolink technologies in the 21st century after the hostile takeover of Elon Musk’s conglomerate. In the early days it was space stations and off planet settlements which have only continued to increase in size and scope. Starships (named after RuPaul long ago) take people all through the universe like the stars they are made up of and which are within themselves for eternity.

Later generation RuPaul clones really know how to werk a public appearance and as RuPaul once again bid farewell to her Earth employees and friends as she prepared to embark on the trip to the fudge factory she made the most of the PR opportunity shared through an all being neurolink broadcast. They said in the 21st century that the crowning of a king in some now defunct city state was highest viewing audience event in history, but now with neurolink everyone could watch RuPaul events from the mundane like her taking a big hot shit with a dancing troupe of grooms of the stool to more public spectacles like fixing to go to war in her fudge factory.

RuPaul mused as she boarded her vessel,

RuPaul: It is November and orders from stores are coming in that we ain’t gonna be able to fill soon!

RuPaul wept as she thought about people without RuPaul’s confections during the holidays. Oh yeah, and she also wept about losing the money honey because she wants all of that too and then some.

RuPaul: Ruling the Universe doesn’t come cheap, nor does looking this good generation after generation.

The past several generations of RuPaul clones are also grown as single person armies with highly developed state of the art combat skills, experts in physical, mental and inter-dimensional attack and defense strategies which make RuPaul no mama to mess with.

Rumor has it that RuPaul clones are also spectacular in more close intimate encounters and the original RuPaul's tastes for polyamorous expression during hers or now her clones’ lifetimes seems to increase with each passing generation. Just tune in to the reruns of RuPaul’s Love Encounters on neurolink and you can be entertained for a lifetime.

Some observers have noticed that she can get a little twitchy when things ain’t goin right. RuPaul said to herself softly so that none of her subjects could hear.

RuPaul: I ain’t gonna be that clone that made less money than all of the previous RuPaul bitches, oh no, not in my generation

RuPaul’s clone also possesses a grounded reality enhancement in which she believes that she lives within the Emerald City and is the Wizard of Oz, which includes Earth and all of the explored Universe! Her programming is not a glitch from the original’s DNA genetic memory, but a bonafide worldview asset akin to RuPaul’s brand building skills, market expansion and penetration strategies with a little bit of freakiness mixed in for good measure. Who wouldn’t want to be off to see this Wizard and everything her world has to offer the Herniverse.

Our religion in this time is universal and we pray for the planet’s eventual healing. "By the grace of Earth we pray" is stated at the beginning of every sentence at religious gatherings like werking the runway. Our beliefs center on the tenet that each and every one of our peoples are Gods working together to create and shape our reality without limits. There is no good or evil in our world and we are all connected from birth through neurolink technology.

First implemented in the late 21st century neurolink technologies helped humanity expand our population into deep space. The best minds could operate anyone's body anywhere in the solar system with the technology to assist in the exploration and colonization. Entities seeking link exchanges in the network are mutually agreed upon and of limited duration after both entities souls are exchanged. For individuals unhappy with their current incarnation soul cage it is not unusual for longer term neurolink shifts to allow a person really get to know what tig ole bitties and other pleasures of the flesh can offer a soul when freed from their birth corporealism. The supporting computers to gather and process all neurolink communications and transfers are shielded within the life support infrastructure of all habitats because they are literally life and death, chaos and confusion if deactivated. Remember that for later on in the story...gurl.

In the early days, Earth’s low orbit was mostly made up space stations and orbiting spacecraft which have only continued to increase in size. Starships (named after RuPaul as the brightest star who ever lived are spacecraft that take people throughout the universe from sub-light shopping jaunts to the nearest RuPaul Mart to faster than light spacewarps to travel great distances without moving in the blink of an eye. Most of the longer distance travel is accomplished with interdimensional drives which are kind of like a drag queen’s overnight bag with just enough to get her ready for her next trick without spending a lot of time spent traveling to reach the John.

Since all of the videos that train people how to have sex and the only ones which may ever be watched in the empire feature RuPaul she reinforces every day to the people that she is our Mama and we love her as her children.. During special events people sing in unison By the Grace of Earth We Pray--She is Our Mama and We Love Her as her Children. Any other communications can be inserted between the beginning and end of the mandatory ceremonial prayer. The prayer helps create a wonderful temporal flow and consistent experience for religious ceremony when worshipping our queen.

But these days Ru's world is getting a whole lot more complicated than her sisters ever had to navigate. Since 2200, entities started making inter-dimensional reality shifts which started as simple trips like to a dimension where the neurolink traveler might not be insane, drunk, and bald or where they possessed plenty of big dick energy.

However, in the last 50 years neurolink technological advances have increased exponentially due to Whore’s Law and now all matter of alien riff-raff have begun coming to RuPaul 10s dimension, time and space, and have started to negatively change our neuro-linked way of life. Let me tell you there's a war brewing with each passing day and Mama Ru thinking some alien scum may be trying to freeload her fudge to only offload it in other dimensions has got her twitching like some first generation clone.

RuPaul: “Unnnhhhnn...Nuh Unh Trixie and Katya..Not..Today...Bianca Del Rio, not todddayyy. RuPaul started twitching a bit as she prayed to her daughters of days gone by for support and a successful mission. Trixie and Katya were the Gods of light comedy from the past and RuPaul was careful to balance her prayer by calling on Bianco Del Rio the God of reading a bitch to filth as she prepared herself mentally for any fudge factory confrontations.

After being sealed in her capsule RuPaul exclaimed

RuPaul: I ain’t gonna be that clone that made less money than all of the previous bitches, oh no, not in my generation! She already done had herrrrzzzezzz.”

Ernestine AI: Shut up while I’m trying to drive!

RuPaul never said another word for the rest of the trip to the fudge factory. Instead she mused about her place in herstory.

RuPaul’s Food Empire—Serve them and always keep them begging for more.

RuPaul knew that most of her children like to eat and often and eating is better with a little help from a friend. The year was 2079 and the world was looking for its next highly addictive and lucrative beverage sensation. Ru responded to the market opportunity and invented RuPaul’s blowjob vending robots with advanced gamification AI. The patron pays a small fee and in exchange accesses the robots beyond lifelike penis spout game. The penis spigot contains over 10 million programmable adjustable sprayers that reward the diner based on their approach to working for their supper. A lot of people thought that the days of really filling meals were gone until the robot vending machines hit the market. Everybody’s so creative when it comes to preparing their meals with the help of RuPaul.

Everybody remembers the original RuPaul lyric and tagline for the beyond lifelike spigots “my gift to you now eat up.” A game of variable durations is played until the meal is delivered by the robot. Audio is all inter-cranial and powered by neurolink so you'll never disturb passersby as you dine but you still can enjoy preparing your meal with all the noise that you can make until the robot serves your meal. The robot technology is brought to you by RuPaul's Daily Juices, “the only meal worth taking a long time to make.” RuPaul’s Daily Juices products are also produced in the nonfunctioning Fudge Factory and consumers sucking a dry well ain’t good for business RuPaul thought as she saw the station coming into view.

Space Station Rules Video Played As RuPaul Approaches in her retro Mercury.

Welcome to RuPaul's Low-Orbit Fudge Factory. There are only a few rules up in ere.

Public sex is encouraged but not mandatory. Simply start a sentence with the blessing She is Our Mama and We Love Her as Her Children and your prospective partner will know that all sexual advances must cease immediately. Eat and be Mary is the second rule. The third rule of the fudge factory video as RuPaul’s capsule pulled up in the landing bay. “You Better Werk!”

(Scene stalled bathroom). RuPaul loves her fudge factory. She likes to come up there when she can and loves spending time exploring all it has to offer. Upon her arrival at the station RuPaul always makes a trip to the docking bay head on the fudge factory space station. There is usually some fun off duty confectioner or crew action heating up in there. She is no fool when traveling without a security detail. For this mission RuPaul decided to dress up in a clever disguise as part of her military training by donning a clocksucker uniform.

Clocksuckers are lower level clones that have been programmed throughout their incubation period to carry on small talk with employees and visitors practically endlessly as amusement devices that are widely used in outer space. Clocksuckers began as genetic organisms designed to feed various entities that live in the cloning vats within a massive pool of growth medium or soup where the cocoons of other incubating clones are floating. The growing clones have a porous membrane through which soul energy flows which many interdimensional entities find really tasty and the clocksuckers provide the growing entities with years of idle conversation as they grow. The ability to drone on in endless small talk occurs until clocksuckers reach full adulthood at age 18 which is known as the period of schooling the clocksuckers. Clocksuckers are both valuable and underrated products fueling RuPaul’s economy. The only problem in limiting clocksucker functionality to 18 year vat feeders and then recycling them was that RuPaul just couldn’t abide the waste of a good clocksucker with plenty of life and potential left in it. She also didn’t like the idea of clocksuckers sitting around idle which conflicted with her werk mandate of excess production always and only unplanned obsolescence central to the social mores. In other words, Everybody Gotta Werk, available on RuTunes and a whole new class of clones supporting the empire were created.

RuPaul loves dressing up like a clocksucker and takes great pride in her ability to make small talk as she pretends to be one of the little people.

Clocksuckers uses have expanded and they are now used throughout RuPaul’s empire performing valuable services. The newer models have been modified to collect everything said to a clocksucker which is then categorized and analyzed on multiple levels such as the speaker’s social affiliations based on references made, evidence of crimes committed, anti-social behavioral signals, racism and prejudice, and religious beliefs.

Gurl have religions ever changed in the last 200 years, but that's another story. Clocksuckers are also walking networked bio-computers and for an extra fee will perform any desired sex werk performed throughout herstory. RuPaul doesn’t produce products that cannot maximize their applications to support life. Again, routine clocksucker engagements are strongly encouraged but not required and you know by now what to say to make them go away. Also know that RuPaul wants some of her people’s money henny everywhere they go, it costs the world’s treasury a great many coins to live right!

Clocksuckers dress as a thoroughly modern interpretation of Play Person bunnies and they are even deployed at edumacation centers so they can become familiar parts of peoples’ lives. For example, children who might stand alone and not speak to others on the playground are approached by the clocksuckers. After engaging with the lonely children the clocksuckers then recalculate the next child with the goal for 100% social engagement to raise the wayward child’s social credit score. Clocksuckers move on until everyone is speaking and has been spoken to on the playground. RuPaul loves the clocksuckers in her mandate as ruler of the herniverse. Clocksuckers are tireless guardians of the empire and neurolink RuPaul any potential threats ascertained through their endless small talk and analysis of the citizenry. No one has ever lived to tell the story to recount a threat to RuPaul which she couldn’t sort out thanks to the clocksucker army in service to the queen.

Neural-linked workers never skip a beat in their jobs. As RuPaul started walking through the fudge factory station towards the elevator not a single werker noticed her or deviated from their assigned job. If RuPaul were to engage a neurolinked worker, they would immediately react with complete attention and converse with her appropriately by saying “Mama How May I Be of Service?”

Off duty workers enjoy a less focused aesthetic by using the neurolink program for more casual matters like fucking eating singing exercising and sleeping (or F.E.S.E.A.S. for short). The prayer as you know is ubiquitous for starting and ending religious FESEAS events. Fucking is the simplified word for any sexual congress. You can fuck a mouth, a hand, a cunt, or an ass with something is little as a tongue or two or maybe with your custom ass, cunt or both which have largely replaced transport vehicles for most people as the one major possession that they will own during their lifetimes. People also carry their favorite toys wherever they go and these are sometimes good for fucking too.

After greetings and celebrations in the dock bathroom with a handful of off duty workers, RuPaul proceeded to her audience room on the station. Audience rooms for RuPaul are standard crew facilities on all space stations and habitats constructed on Earth in case Mama Ru wanted or needed to pay a visit. It was a custom when she arrived to werk the runway for a time while providing a sort of court to her employees in the audience. After werking the runway, RuPaul heard warnings that something strange was up on the station and deck number two to the fudge factory was inaccessible even to neurolink connections!

RuPaul entered the elevator to the bridge and pressed the button. Upon her arrival she learned that the bridge crew had also lost contact with deck number two and all of her entries were blocked. RuPaul didn’t like having her entries blocked…ever and she was preparing for a major conflict to set things right. The production monitors showed that every machine was operational but without a crew the treat production didn’t happen on its own. The captain shared that not long before losing contact with the factory floor known only as number two a delegation from the outer rim had made contact and had been given permission for entry. The captain feared the consequences of giving permission for entry and who exactly who was now in control of RuPaul’s number two. RuPaul’s plan was to get her fudge factory reopened quickly and to begin producing fudge at record levels for the holidays. RuPaul thought quickly about how to access her sealed hatches without damaging the delicious cargo inside when she quickly realized that this was a job for both her robot and drag queen army deployed to the station.

The robots and drag queens were also housed on deck three adjacent to the landing bay, audience room, crews’ quarters and RuPaul proceeded to inspect the troops within their office. The drag queens were relaxing in the whirlpool wearing tuck-a-ho underwear which used robotics and AI to ensure that boys appeared as girls with no fuss and muss. Gone were the days of duct tape and pain when all that was needed was a little holographic camouflage and the right lighting levels for seamless viewing. Similar undergarments for body modification had expanded across the many generations of RuPaul to a broad line of padding, reduction, shape enhancement, and other more exotic functional apparel items to simplify drag queen and transgender lives throughout the universe. RuPaul’s hit song ‘Ain’t nothing like a new body’ was an anthem for seeking body drag enhancements.