Hera shook her head. "No, Zeus, that's not what I mean. I mean without sperm. I did it, but I was a goddess. Snakes do it. So do frogs, turkeys, and a few other animals. I want to see why. How. And then make it possible for women to do it themselves, without a partner, using only their own DNA. It's... complicated to explain, and frankly, you're not focusing enough to hear me, so I'm not going to bother trying."
Leaning across him, she pulled the cord. The neighborhood was neither good nor bad. It was strictly lower middle class. Strip malls and small yards, high cost of living, and hotels that didn't ask questions but weren't so shitty as to have stains on the sheets.
"Come on. Let's go," she said, standing as the bus rocked to a stop and making her way to the rear exit so she wouldn't have to subject everyone to the stench that was Zeus's unwashed body.