Our Happy Town

𝙿𝚛𝚘𝚕𝚘𝚐𝚞𝚎 𝙿𝚊𝚛𝚝 𝙸: 𝙽𝚎𝚠 𝙷𝚘𝚛𝚒𝚣𝚘𝚗𝚜

~̶(̶3̶r̶d̶ ̶P̶O̶V̶)̶~̶

A short male paced around a room filled with windows leading into a field of lush green grass. A woman who towered over him looked on with an unamused expression, following his pacing with sharp, unwavering eyes.

"Are you quite sure you are in a good condition to do this? I mean, for all we know something could go wrong with your health as soon as you step in there. Your blood pressure could get too high on the walk there, resulting in a heart attack. What if your nose bleeds so bad that you bleed out? Or even worse, this could be an ectopic pregnancy?! You know what, we should sit you down for another ultrasound- "

"Hush. We've already taken all the precautionary measures we possibly could. Besides, you know personal attachments of any kind could very well impact this experiment. Personal feelings are a weakness, getting attached is a step back and we spoke about this. Now, onto phase two."

"But what if- "

"No ifs, ands, or buts. You helped make the child. The said child has been conceived, and now you must observe. Integrating a freshly pregnant mother with no background into society, without letting it slip that she knows what's beyond its borders. These were our orders, and we must obey without question, do I make myself clear?"

"Of course. I understand. This shall be a success. For us, and our future."

"Good. And for the love of our jobs, please don't fuck this up as bad as I think you will."

"I won't. I swear."

The woman watched as a small smile formed on his face. He looked up at her, a minuscule layer of blush beginning to flush over his face. If one looked hard enough, one could see the want and need for her swirling deep in his eyes. She couldn't look at him. Not now, after that whole spiral about 'not getting attached'. A small dull pain from within her stomach took her thoughts away from him as her gaze turned downwards. Her expanded womb shifted slightly as the child inside her stomach moved, most likely kicking, from the position they had found it in when they investigated her vaginal region with an ultrasound, right mentum anterior. Her hand landed gently on the large baby bump. Reaching out to her left, she grabbed the handle of the large suitcase she had prepared and slowly started trailing to the door. She stopped before exiting, making a quick 180-degree turn towards the male.

She hobbled over to the shorter male and gave him a quick peck on the cheek before rushing out the door to lush green grasses, the insides of the compound. I stared at the bright blue sky with big, fluffy clouds for a few moments, realizing that I hadn't seen the sun in so long.

The glare of the sun hit her eyes with passion, so she quickly turned away and stared at the city in the distance. It seemed to shine and glow, and the light of the sun reflected off it, giving an almost ethereal feeling. She stared for a few moments, before looking at the small serial code and numbers engraved on her wrist. After a moment to recollect herself, she followed the directions she had since memorized when she had first gotten her new assignment.

She set her path and kept marching forward. She kept her pace and set her face into a small "happy" smile and led on to her, no, our future.

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Ơ̷̡̛̛͉̯̜̙̟̙̯̹̻̞̇̈́́͂͌̿̅̆̔͌͗̄́͋̍͘̚͝ḩ̷̧̨̡̢̨̫̹̪̯̺̣͕̙͔̖͙̗̩̱̱͈̪̮̀̒͑͛̋̈͊̊̏̂̔̑̈́͐̅͂̎̈̆̆͒̉̑̽̓̓̍̔͆͌̈̃̎̓̚͝ͅͅͅ ̸̨̧̠̜̝̞͈͓̜͕̫̖̤͓̙̉͐̆̈̓̏̋̊͒̃̄̌̊̈́͐̑̒̾̀̐͌́̈́̊̏́̔͑͐̋̿̕̚͠͝͝ͅm̵̨͕̳̠̯̫̠̰̲̖̣̟͖͍̈́̓͋̈̋͒̂̊̽͐͑͌̑̿̈́̇̌̽͐́̄̓̓̄͒̓̇̒̆̔͛̄͜͝ͅỳ̶̧̧̨͎̩̘̤̣͇̟͈͔͈̤̬̲͍͖͖͉̦̫̪̬̱͎̼̙͕͌̃͊͊͂̔͛̏̉̃̈̇̅̌̅̀̄͊̊͂̌̅̍̅͂̒͂̇͛́̕͝͝ ̸̙͕̯̮̜̮̤͚̼̟͖̗̮̭̞̰͔͎̻̘̳̪̞͓̟̃̿͆̍͋̍̏̇̓̇̽̓̍͋̔͋̕͜ͅľ̵̨̛̛̗̦̤̳̖͔͖̗͕͚̹̲̦̬̙͉͍̣̫̫͕̫̗̿̌̀͆͌́̐̍̀̎̒͑̏̋̒͌̿̆̐͂̐́͆̊̍͒̾͑̏͑̚̚͠͠͝͝͝͠ͅͅí̴̡̨̛̟̤͇͖̼͍̟͚̼͖͖̤͈̹͇̲̙̭͇̲̱͎̺̙̿̌̐͌̓̅̾̽́́͊̑͂̈̑̓́̇͒͒̈́̑́͜͜͝͝͝ṭ̷̖̮̪̬̯̞͋̄̓̿̃͌͒̃͛̂͆́̿́̃͘͘͜͝t̷̡̫̬͇͕̥͎͉͚̰̤͍̞̭̯̘͎̼͈͓̜̫̖͍̩̱̳́͂̃͒͋̏͛̉̓̓̈̽͜͝l̴̡̡̧̛̲̞̫̪̝̜̭̫̜͖̹̗͇̼̳͙͔̙̮͉̭̳͙̮̯̐̈́̿͒̈́͐͑̏̄͐̈̄͐́̊̌͒̇̒̏̊̇̍̓̌̔̇̿̈͌̽̀͛̄̋͘̚̚ͅę̵̧̣̲̲̪̜̳̰̣̳̩͓̞̙̤͍̭͙̝̙̳̻͉̳̯̙͔̅̏͒͌̃̆̂̄̊͐̑̑͋̑̋́͊̽̆̓̅̾̎͂̊̀͗̏͌̄̚͘̚͜͝ ̸̛̇̐̾̔̊̋̍͛́̽̅̉͑̈̀͑͑̾̉̆̆̐̐͂́̕͝w̸̨̢̡̨̛̛͉̗̥̥̤̭͙̱̠̩̲͇̺̝̖̟͕̬͍̺̰̪͚̯͎̠̽̽͂͌́̓́͑̎͊̈́̕͘͜͝ͅͅã̸̛̮̱̠̲̜͖̼̠̝͓̥̝̹̜̰͇̪̝̲̤͔̬̞̘̦̼̾̋̽̔̿̀͐̍̽̇̿̅̀̚͜ĺ̶̨̨̤̣̘̩͇͍͓̲̜̝̱̟̤̮̖̓̀̀͗̈́̈́̓̓͐̏̍̍͑̀̋̍͑̄̿̈́̍̊̑͛̃̍͒̂̈́̀͐̒͑̍̅̑̍̓̓̃̚͜͜͠͝͠l̸̟̤̝̩͇̥̼̣͍̭̝̣̾́͛̿̆̎̾̉͘͜͜͠͠f̴̡̩̼̬̣̠̬̱͔̪͔̫̔̆̈́̏̓́̅́̂͋̅̽̋̒̋̒̅̎̎͊͜ļ̶̢̮͕̭̰͓̺̯̺̜̺̀̈́͂̑͆̽̏̒̀̒͌̒̃̎̑̿͛̉͂͂͑̋̇́̒̈́͘͘͝ͅǫ̷̧̻̼̗̪̭̻͈̣̹̟̠̹͚͑͑́͠͠w̸̡̢̡̨̛͙̬̗͚͙͈̦̠̭̻͔͙͖̥̺̠̖̺̥̬̞̩̬͎͚̍̀̔͛͊͆̽́́̅̏ę̸̢̡̗͓̼͔̙̝̯͎̬͍͕͕͆̔̏̀̄̐̉͛͋̌̍͑͑̏̎́͐̐͜͝͝͠͝r̷̡̡̧̢̡̬̳̯̮̝͚̯̫̝͈͚͓̩̝̻̪̘̫͉̫͉̯͚͍͉̆́̒̽̀̐̒̎͆̈́̍̄̋͆͗̄̋͌̀͊̓̓̀̀̽̀́̽͘͘͘̚͜͝͝͠ͅ.̸̡̡͈̥̳̥̹͙̮͕̤̺͎̳͔̺̑̈́̋̌̆́́̍̅̅̈̈́͛̈́̿̃̿̅̐̉̄̊͆̒͒͑͘̕͝͠.̶̨̧̺̪̱̤͚̠̼͈̭̣̬̮͎͍̥̰̟̫̖̥̹͈̺͎̭̪̾̽̈́͌͋̒̀̓̒̆̆̈́̅́̊̍̎̓̓̓̈́͛͗͝ͅ.̵̨̡̢̧̫̦̘͓͈̗̣͓̠̦̟͙̤̪̭̙̟̘̩͑̈́̀͑̂́͌͛̂̽̄̀͛̎̔̀̅̏͒̓͊͗̂͑̀͋̌̍̉̂̎̾́̕͝͠ ̴̻̑̃̊͗̄̋͆́̑̃̑̐̍͂̾͌͗̅̊̇͗̚̕͝h̸̢͈̬̗̩̺͈̤̖̻̼̥̰̭̣͉̞̗̝̠̰̰̠̠̩̤̪͓̤̄͐̐̈́̓̿̈́̓͋̋̓͋͌͌͂̈́͂͛̄̎̈́̓͋̈́̊́̐̍̔͒̈́͌̀̓̍̕͝͠͝ơ̶̧̳̤̩̮̬͙̳̗͇̙̥̟̦̲̣̿̋̈́͐̂̈́̈́͋́̊͛̓̅̆͛́̕͘͠͝͝w̶̧͚̱̜̼̪͕̱͉̺̱̓͂̇̋̍͒̃̔̑̽̐͂̀͠ ̴̢̨̘̭̣̺͓̲̼̤͓̩̯̔͐̽̋̓̇̔̈͂́̂̊̈͛̑̋͝͠͠Į̶̛̟̭̦̗͕̳̹͙͎̥̗̭̠̙͔̭̰̱͓̮̳̥͂̓̉́͋̇̂̽̔͆̑͂̓̋͑͒͋̅́̋̕̚͝ ̴̨̡̢̧̩̼̩͖̩̘̮̼͍̗̯̹̹̳̬̣̤͓̈́͐̀̓́͑̀͗̑̓͊̓́́̍́̌̈́̀͐͘͘͘̚͜͠͠͝͠w̵̮̠̤̲̜͇͎͍͈͈̼̭̞̞̳͍͈̼͉͉̰̟̼̫̼̮̍̔̃̀̇̉͛͆̉̓͘͝͝͝ͅͅì̵̛̟̝̃̀̓̂̇̋̿͑͋̋͐̈́̒͐̂͒̇̽̋͛̎̅͗̀́͒̌̑͂͛̌̊̈͌̔͊͂́͗̓͒͗͘͘̚͝͠͝ş̶̨̢̹̫̪̥̖͓̙̹̖̟͓̣̭̗̱̱̺͙̟̰̭͇̲͖̰̼͍̔͊̅͐̔͌̀̍̿̒̈͗̀̾̓̀̽̈́͗̅̓̇͆̈́̋̕̚͝ͅḣ̵̨̡̨̞̯͍̦͇͙̥̞̹̥̬͕̙̩̭͈̲̺̳͓͇̹̳̰͗̊͛͋̔̊̈́͋̀́̏̇͘͜͜͠͠͠ͅ ̵̧͇̑̈́̽͆͋̆̈́̏́̀̒̕̚͘͝͝͠͝Į̴͙̮̦͉̥̪̮͍̱͙͈̥̼̰͇̣̫̰̳͎̗̠̯̻̞̪̪̐̂̍̅̿̊̾̂̊̾͊̈́͌͘͘͘͘̕͜͜͠͠ ̵̢̡͕̰̙̥̻̞͕̞̫͇̤̜̩̪̝̲̮̥͚̰̯̪̼͖̔̐̇ͅh̵̨̨̡̡̢̡̡̹̱̮̻̻͈̙͚͚̞̰̙͎̞͍̗͙̟̘̯͙̼̜͕͑̈ả̸̢̡̨̡̧̨̛̳̬̣̯̦̪̥̙̞̯̠̬̺̬̬͇̠̼͎͇̻̖̤̠̤̱̺̠͋̎̀̓͋̓̀̾͌̒̉͗͑̄̌̓͌̔͂̆́̾̈́͗͐̀̊̿̒̄̈̚̚͠͝͝͠d̴̢̙̳͖̰̰͖̙̮̝̻̥͎͕̜͓͕͚̥̙̖͎͚̹͋̀͐͆̐̾̉̇͌͜ͅ ̴̮̱̺̩̳͓̰̊ķ̷̭͙͚͂̾̑̾̈̿́̒̑̇͛̾̀̑͗̿̔̅̿̉̍̈́̕̕͘͝͝͝ę̵͉̮̠̪͈̮̰̫͙͍̙̝͇͍͔̙̝͈͔̼͖̜̯̋͋͐́͐̏̾̂̑̈́̑̉̒̒̀̈́̋͆̋̇͆̄͐̂͐̾͌́̈́̇̿̌́̑̄̒̽̌̊͊̒̒̿͋̔̓̽͘̚͝p̸̛̳͉͍̩͎̜̳̻̗̯̆̈͑͐̃̈́́̓̃̉̌̔̊͑̄̈́͝͝͠͠ţ̸̧̗̣̣̗̘̫͇̞̗̮̠̠̣̦͓̬̮̙̗̟͗̀̑̿̀͒̐̀͌̈̆͌́̆̒̒̃̇̊̅̽̈́̓̔̆̿͘͘̚͘͘͘͝͝ ̵̧̡̛̛̻̗̣̝͎͍̭̼̜̝͚̫͚̣̩͍͓̇̎͌̈́͂̓̂̆̽̒̒̈́́̑̀̒́̔͋̃̋͂̈̽́̈͘̚͜͝͠y̶̢̨̨̧̛̟̰̣̞̣̫͍͔̝͈͎̜̭̱͕̼̗̾̑̄̓̅̋͌̎̆̈́́̀̑́̐͊̈̏̀̄͑̀͋͗̒̾̒̽̎̆͑́̆͗̐̆̌̎̀̌̚͘͝͝͠͝ͅớ̸̙̲͙̩̼͖̖̦̝̮͛̐͊̇̑̀̾͛̑̌̊͒̄̄̏͂͆̈́̍̉̔̋͆̒͑͊͗̿̍̑̾̍̿̉̕̚͘̕͜͜͝͝͝͝û̵̢̨̨̡̪͙̩̤̪̬̣̱͕͈͈͉̘̠̩̥̼̫̥̦̻̱̜̥̩̇̇̃́̔̀̈́́̕͘͘̕͜͠͝ͅ.̴̛̺̙̥̩̖̜̞̮͓̰̤̯͓̥̱̓͋̅̅͒͐̐͗̈́̊̾̐̎̈́͗̄̎̈́̀͗͂͛̇̈̃̉͂̏͒̎̾͗̽̈́̉̕͝͝͝.̷͊̈́͂̈̌̈́͒̏.̶̠̫̬̪̠͖̪̹̭̦̤̺͙̟̜̏̽͊̉̓̒̀̊̓̎̀̂͂̃̂͐͋̎͊̇̎̕͘͠͠͠ͅ~̸̨͍̹̩̩̯̝̣̯̟͚͔̩͚͍͙͈͍͍̎̅͜

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