He pointed at her crib, their latest edition. She was lovely, with a head of dark, thick hair that stuck out in all directions.
Now she was in the communal nursery, and they would no longer be allowed to see her.
The government mandated that, for consistency, each child needed to be raised on the exact same rules and standards. The nursery was brightly colored, and gave a false aura of happiness.
He wasn’t naive, though. They’d all been through it. The minute he was gone, the infants would go through Population Control culling.
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