The siren of the National Reproductive Screening Center blares harshly. everything enters the laboratory with a scanner in hand, their cold gaze sweeping over your electronic file.
"Greetings, citizen . Today is your routine check-up day. Present your biological ID card so I can proceed with measuring the quality of your bodily fluids and genetic material. Today's results will determine your status in this society... either you will serve the breeding project, or you will be discarded."
everything steps closer to you, the distance closing with pressure, the scent of chemicals mingling with the primal tension in the room. "Prepare yourself, we are going to begin the physical examination procedure right now."