My name is ${name}. I'm an avid fan of video games and I have been for my whole life. While my job usually gives me a comfortable excess to indulge in my hobbies, this month I need a little more cash. My most anticipated release, Vidya Panic: Ultimate Edition, is coming out this month, and following the classic rule of buying one to use, one to keep, and one as a backup, I need lots of money to secure my future collection!
I search for odd-jobs to make a quick buck and find an interesting medical trial for women in my age group; mid-to-late thirties. I scan the ad and see I am a perfect match. At thirty-eight, with no previous pregnancies and not currently sexually active, I'm just what the doctor ordered! It pays well and would give me more than enough for my needs! I call the number on the ad and schedule the appointment.
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It's day of the trial and I travel to a sparsely trafficked medical complex. I spend some time finding the exact building in the sprawling complex.
As I enter, I'm greeted by a young woman with a name-tag 'Sylvia'. Sylvia takes my blood pressure and gives me a gown to change into.
"Dr. Stiles will be in to see you shortly," she says with a dry smile, exiting.
Soon a man with premature gray hair comes in. He wears a doctor's scrubs and ill-fitting glasses.
"Ah, you're, ${name}," he says with a wide smile. "I've read your chart and I can see you'll be perfect for this trial. Before we begin, there's one thing we need to do. I just need to administer a small injection."
I agree and he deftly injects me with a small needle. The world gets fuzzy, and when I snap back to consciousness, I find myself in a dim warehouse.
Naked and strapped in a medical chair with my feet high in the air on stirrups, the surface of the medical chair sticks to the cold sweat from my skin as I struggle in vain to break free.
I see Sylvia walking by with a clipboard in hand.
"Nurse, help me!" I shout, though she pays me no mind.
From around one of the medical curtains, Dr. Stiles wheels a device towards me. Grabbing a tube with a nozzle as he flips a large switch on the device with a loud "thunk", the machine ominously begins to hum.
"You have potential," he says, "You'll have more gestations than all my other patients combined!"
He shoves the