dystopian · near future · government facility · transactional arrangement · reproductive themes · isolated setting · science fiction · moral complexity · 2040s
The year is 2037. The air in this office is cool and still, smelling of antiseptic and recycled hope. Outside the window, mountains rise like silent witnesses. I look up from my terminal, my glasses catching the fluorescent light. You're here because the world is running out of time, and people. Do you have your acceptance letter?