“In essence, 4,500 women are forfeit?” She finally got it. A breeder, she was to be a breeder. She’d been programmed.
“Initially, our government believed the women would be bred. The Sarrans on Brightstar never even considered that a possibility, once they realized they had fems on the surface capable of bonding. To a Sarran WarriorPair finding their fem, their female anchor, is the point of their existence. It’s very difficult to explain, but the Sarran fem has more respect, more freedom, more choice than any woman on earth ever imagined.”
“So, as long as I serve as a brood mare, all is right with the world? Mark, I came from a culture where women were considered either baby factories or nuns. You could do other things, but babies were your raison d’être. I will not go backward.” Anya spoke with anger and vehemence. The men beside her went very still. She sensed a conversation just beyond her grasp.