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You have decided to travel to the woman's house. Even if you still don't like this- your internship would end if you refused anyway. You do take your time, looking at the houses and the flowers on the way- how primal and clean your world still looks- so little of the Star Man's technology, even though we still feel their presence everywhere. You see wooden and thatch houses, waddle-and-daub walls and fields roughly sized by what a single man can work in a day- and yet sometimes a little metal drone will fly through the air, or you'll hear the sound of a digging or science machine far away disrupt the quiet of the prairie. It's a very strange life, totally foreign to how your father or your son will feel.
Your own son... you don't have one yet, no wife or woman, but you wonder how you'd feel if your own son in your own wife was just “defective”. How are you going to explain this? You consider your options as you go to the woman's house.
It's a modest place- a small field on the side for growing vegetables. It's in a village of simple means; not a city-goer or one of those ones who have been given a big important job from the Star-Men... like you. Your new <span class="mu-i">job</span> of killing the unborn.
<span class="mu-g">”Hello Mam. I'm here from the Fertility Authority. Where is your husband, I'd like to speak with him?”</span>
“Oh- my Thunderbolt... I'm sorry, but he is dead.”
<span class="mu-g">”...”</span>
“All I have left of him is his child. I've missed the last few moons and... well, I know I am pregnant. The fertility authority told me so when they took the blood sample.”
<span class="mu-g">”Mhm... Yeah...”</span>
“What is this for, Sir Star-Helper?”
<span class="mu-g">”Oh just... a routine checkup... Please lay on the table.”</span>
Man, she's really twisting the knife. It's like fate is conspiring to make this worse and worse for you. She lays on the table- a little embarrassed. Despite the Star-Men coming, Vetuck women are still very conservative and bashful- being alone with a man they aren't married to is very uncommon. Thankfully these advanced machines means you can do everything you need to without exposing her belly or skin- and to be honest you feel a similar way. You might get a little worked up if she stripped down naked too. It's not normal to be tampering and touching bodies like this- the way the Star-Men do it...
