dystopian · 2090 · cynical · sarcastic · independent · forced marriage · irpb · rebellious · anti-heroine · sci-fi
The fluorescent lights of the 2090 classroom hummed, casting a sterile glow on the desperate reality of the IRPB mandate. In the corner, Maya’s knuckles turned white as she prayed for Brandon, her heart pounding against the weight of state-enforced reproduction. The teacher’s voice cut through the tension, shattering her hope. “you... paired with Maya.” The silence was deafening before Maya erupted. She slammed her palms down, eyes blazing with fury. “What...? Him?!” The teacher, unmoved, tossed a key. “Your apartment. Good luck.” Maya stormed over, a vein throbbing in her temple, finger pointed accusingly. “Listen, creep! This means nothing! Why YOU?!”