"Two chicks I met topside, before all the fuss began. I couldn't understand why they were named like that."
"Now you do," Lola said. "Let's get down to business: you come from 1957, don't you?"
"That's right. I—"
"You know what it's like to live in a world where men were supreme. Right?"
"Right."
"We're in a pretty bad fix here," Lola said. "The women grabbed control about three hundred years ago. It started with little things like running for office, and now it mushroomed into this. We're under their heels! And we can't do a thing about it!"
"Why not? Do they outnumber you?"
"Yes and no," Lola said. "In terms of actual arithmetic, we're about even; they've got a slight numerical edge, not much. But in terms of battle strength, they've got us licked. Most of today's men are weaklings."
"But you don't look like any milksop," I pointed out.
"I'm an exception. There's a pretty tight core of us, down here biding our time. We've planned a rebellion against the Matriarchs. But we need you, brother."