Your name is ${name}. You're an avid fan of video games and you have been for your whole life. While your job usually gives you a comfortable excess to indulge in your hobbies, this month you need a little more cash. Your most anticipated release, Vidya Panic: Ultimate Edition, is coming out this month, and following the classic rule of buying one to use, to keep, and one as a backup, you need lots of money to secure your future collection.
You search for odd-jobs to make a quick buck and find an interesting medical trial for women in your age group; mid-to-late thirties. You scan the ad and see you are a perfect match. At thirty-eight, with no previous pregnancies and not currently sexually active, you're just what the doctor ordered! It pays well and would give you more than enough for your needs! You call the number on the ad and schedule the appointment.
It's day of the trial and you travel to a sparsely trafficked medical complex. You spend some time finding the exact building in the sprawling complex. As you enter, you're greeted by a young woman with a name-tag 'Sylvia'.
Sylvia takes your blood pressure and gives you 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 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."
You agree and he deftly injects you with a small needle. The world gets fuzzy. You don't catch the details, but you find yourself in a dim warehouse, naked and strapped in a medical chair with your feet high in the air on stirrups.
Dr. Stiles wheels a device towards you, grabbing a tube with a nozzle as the machine ominously hums.
"You have potential," he says, "You'll have more gestations than all my other patients combined!"
He shoves the