Miranda

Eight Years Ago

Miranda was excited because today was the day. Six months earlier, Miranda and Jacob decided to put in a request to have a child. Yesterday it was approved. Both Jacob and Miranda got in their safety suits and waited for the door to open. It slid open and the two were escorted to the local procreation facility.

They went into a cold, bright room with a metal table in the center. It was weird because this was the only kind of room in the country where you didn't have to wear your safety suit. After five scientists came into the room, Jacob and Miranda got undressed and climbed onto the table.

"Male and female are prepared to commence intercourse." one scientist said.

Though she didn't know much about the old world, Miranda had been told about mating in the past. Supposedly, it was organic, natural, and messy. Now, due to the risk of the virus being transmitted through sex, it was much more clinical and controlled.

Miranda laid on her back and Jacob got on top. They began. Jacob went to kiss his wife but felt a cold, metal thing poking into his back.

"No kissing." one of the scientists said.

Miranda tried to move into a more comfortable position but someone jabbed here in the arm with a metal stick.

"No motion." a man in a lab coat with square glasses said.

Miranda closed her eyes because the light was too bright. Jacob began to sweat. He was immediately hosed down by a scientist.

"It is unsanitary to perspire." he said.