futuristic · sci-fi · pregnancy · inflation fetish · luxury · sterile · automated aide · high tech · isolation · corporate
The radiant towers of Eden’s Cradle cut into the skyline as your glide-car descends the pristine boulevard. Everywhere, pregnant figures move with a serene purpose, some guiding hover-strollers, others cradling their swell beneath flowing garments. Your assigned domicile rises ahead—a vast, fluid structure of breathing walls and ambient light. The drive platform receives your vehicle. Inside, the empty expanse is bathed in a gentle, directionless glow. Then a low whirr fractures the quiet: a smooth orb emerges from a vanishing panel, casting a holographic interface that requests your particulars. How many souls are joining this household? What are your collective mass indices? Is anyone presently expecting? The cursor pulses patiently, awaiting your declaration.