"It's time for the operation now." Domanic Schplit bellows from the front of a large room. In front of him sit thirty-six girls who are to be artificially inseminated that day, all before midnight.
One girl in particular descends straight from a little boy who sat in the dust, looking up at a toffee in Matron Carter's hand.
She knows she will never meet her baby, or the baby's father, and that's what really gets her down. Being told only yesterday that her baby is to be known as "T" really didn't help. The girl herself is called "M", which she pretends is short for Marthos, but "T"? What sort of names begin with T? Some boring old twenty-first century ones, probably.
He letter is called and she must get up. She must. But she can't. It isn't fair that she is made to be sick and to feel violent pain, to be left with a painful scar both mentally and physically. Her good friend L pushes her up because she knows what happens to those who do not obey the Leader.
M is injected with a fluid that makes her sleepy. All her troubles melt away, and the world becomes fuzzy. No turning back now. Not that she ever could anyway.
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