TERMINATION

TERMINATION

They say there is a multiverse…
places where our other choices
in life have been made and “that”
version of life moves forward.

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Rae has discovered that she is
pregnant by her boyfriend Ray.
Her dream job starts in 2 weeks
and she is not choosing motherhood.

It was a simple procedure to terminate
the pregnancy followed by some heavy
bleeding…but no guilt or regret! She
told Ray AFTER THE FACT. He cried.

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In a more advanced elsewhere, Rae
discovers that she is with child and
WANTS the baby! She tells Ray, who
just got hired at HIS tech dream job.

Ray is furious! The baby will spoil
their future! Company parties and
the luxury timeshare are all geared
for the upwardly mobile childless set.

He takes Rae to a clinic where highly
tuned probes hover over her lower
body and POOF. There are no longer
traces of a baby – it ceases to exist.

No bleeding. No cramps. The 50% of
the DNA from Ray dissolves and the
50% of DNA from Rae aborbs back
into her other cells WITHOUT A TRACE.

Rae cries for days.

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Ray and Rae made a baby. In this existence there are artificial wombs.
Ray and Rae recieved an enormous
fee for the tissue they greedily sold.

Once the future king was transferred,
Ray and Rae were themselves aborted
from their own lives. The current king
smiled at the plebeian stupidity.

This child will be rapid grown and the
king’s brain will be transferred in only
one month’s time. The baby’s brain
will be stored for future cell usage.

Such great times that we live in!

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Ray and Rae exist in many timelines.
Here…they decide to keep the baby.
It will give them extra welfare benefits.
Hard drugs are far from cheap.

The fetus grows. He is born sickly to
addicted parents but society allows
them to rehab and keep Rage. They named him after their favorite drug.

They regress. One night, the crying
just gets to be too much and Ray
places the 2 month old in their steel
trash can set out for morning pickup.

The parents sleep in. The garbagemen empty the contents of the can into the back of the loud truck that roars over the cries of the very malnutritioned child.

No Rage.