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"You are no longer worthy of being a part of our society. But you carry within you one of our heirs. A conundrum for some, but we have already solved that problem."
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What was that last thing he said? It's getting hard to think right. The $PC.refreshement... Drugged... You collapse onto your desk, unconscious.
What was that last thing he said? It's getting hard to think right. The $PC.refreshment... Drugged... You collapse onto your desk, unconscious.
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You'll spend the rest of your life a breeder to the Societal Elite; blinded and muted. More than a slave, but still less than your master. Life isn't so bad, your two most devoted slaves were taken along to keep you happy, and you are treated quite well, possibilities considered. Though once your eggs dry up, odds are your little remaining usefulness will be at an end. Best not to think to much into it.