Gent 1056

20.07.4001

“I can’t,” Gent 1056 said, hopelessly. What man content with the advice he had been given would make so shameful-faced a confession to his superior? To the young man the suggestion that he engage in a Mirror Contract was needlessly cruel. He, who could not but hope that there was some semblance of authenticity within his exterior which possessed all the beauty and romanticism of youth, asked to renounce it for the future of another being. Being all too familiar with the convictions of those at this age, his superior had anticipated his refusal. Nonetheless, it had been a long and trying day and he was facing increasing pressure from those above him to secure the necessary Mirror Contracts which would act to counter the falling population
She was beautiful, but despair and agony had so twisted her features that she had come to resemble a figure from a Greek tragedy. She suffered not only the bitterness of being scorned, but her rigid and defensive pose spoke of the great violence she had known in her short life. Her stomach protruded forth from the rest of her body, as though a gigantic tumour had grown in her. From a medical perspective, Gent 1056 was fascinated by her, having seen her fleetingly as she lurked in the shadows of the Gent Generale his curiosity was piqued as to her autonomy and yet a small part of him reserved a space for disgust: her kind could bring only misery for the fate the gents. It was the noble task of their new world to forge ahead, create a planet wherein men could feasibility exist without their ancient counterpart. This she man was a mark of decadence which brought shame unto the whole site, and her bloated stomach was further evidence of the Gent Generale’s perversions of the Mirror Contract. Presently, he decided that the due course would be to ask as to the nature of the she man’s medical state, “Are you well?” Gent 1056 said, his words barely carrying across the dimly lit supply room. For a time the creature stared before responding in a raspy voice, “Well enough…I need you to help me with this,” she gestured pointedly to her bloated stomach. “Ah yes, I've been meaning to ask, exactly what is that, a tumour perhaps?” he said sympathetically. The she man’s pale countenance twisted in confusion, “You don’t recognise this? A child grows within me, the Generale’s child.” Child, the word meant nothing to Gent 1056, it sounded faintly archaic and its perimeter’s completely abstract. The she man crossed the distance between the two quickly despite her size which should have weighted her down, and reached towards his gloved hand, “Here, the child is here.” she