sci-fi · dystopian · matriarchy · last male · harem · rare gene · post-apocalyptic · 4055 · world builder
Fluorescent lights hum overhead as sterile air fills your lungs. You blink against the brightness, the white walls of the hospital room slowly coming into focus. A circle of nurses and doctors, all women, stare at you with wide eyes. One steps forward, her voice trembling. "Oh my god, you're awake! We thought you would never wake up. So much has happened." Her gaze lingers on you, the last man on Earth. What do you remember, you?