The Femine, Chapter 1.


It was really no surprise when my doctor told me I was pregnant. Pregnancies never failed to occur anymore. If you were in bed, you were going to be finding yourself with a child.

But that isn't really where I should begin this story. Hello, my name is Hemi Sutton. I am someone that tends to question how systems work. It always struck strangely to me that everyone in my world was supposed to give specific thanks to one person that supposedly have saved us all from destruction.

I know, sounds quite exaggerated and fishy right? This is the story of how I came to show everyone that what the government tells you isn't always true.

So now we go back to my pregnancy. It was a strangely unsatisfying day of my life. Supposedly your first child with your girlfriend was supposed to be such a great thing, the highlight of your life. But, something felt odd about this.

"Doctor". I finally spoke for 30 minutes after being told I was having twins.


"Why do I feel so strange about this?"

"Probably because this is your first child."

"But isn't a first child supposed to cause, well, a happy feeling?"

She opened her mouth to speak something, but no words left it.

Her computer made nearly an alarm noise.

"Oh my", and she suddenly ran around screaming, straight out of the care unit room.

I sat there wondering what could have possibly cause her to scream like that when my nurse returned into the room, sweating.

"Y-you, are free to go Ma'am." She spoke to me in a trembling voice. "Let us know if any… unusual things happen along this pregnancy.

I instantly knew there was something wrong, but I was unable to think further about it because suddenly my vision faded, and I felt my head falling back and hitting the wall.

You would think its easy to wake up with a bright studio light shinning in your face. Well, after being knocked out, let me tell you, its not.

I groggily came to my senses to find the lights all around me, all focused on me, tied to a table, completely nude.


I tried to look past the lights, and see what was going on.

A loud speaker somewhere in the room chimed to life, with the voice of my doctor. "Don't worry Hemi, just running a few extra examinations".

Hearing my doctor, I suddenly felt a little more centered, at least I knew I was safe and was with someone I knew and trusted, at least, until I realized that the studio lights weren't actually lights. They were giant florescent x-rays, of my overly pregnant belly. At the first glances, everything looked normal. Two healthy babies. After a couple of eye watering squints at the photos, however, I noticed something abnormal. What was that thing attached to her lower body? I tried to get a closer look, but I was much too out of it, and became distracted by my doctor appearing next to the table, snapping her gloves.


I paced around at home franticly, talking to myself. I knew I shouldn't have given Hemi the responsibility of having a child already. She already struggled with enough as it was. One, two, three hours past. She was just supposed to be getting a normal checkup on her 6 month of her pregnancy. None of the check-ups had ever taken this long. Was something wrong? I couldn't help myself. I got in the car, and proceeded to drive to the hospital. By the time I got there, it was over 4 hours after Hemi had first been checked in, according to the big overhead screen, Why was she still in? I walked up to the lady at the front desk, being careful not to knock over the building blocks being played with by a group of toddlers, in the middle of the waiting room, and asked the counter lady if I could see my girlfriend.

She looked at the screen "Ye- No, she is under intense examinination."

I looked at her. "I am a medical major. What is wrong with her"

She looked back. "If you are a medical major, then you will know. She has a code B-159"

I nearly fell over. A code B-159, was literally the worst thing that could ever happen to you. It makes you a prime target of being separated from society. Hemi was about to have the first human with XY chromosomes in over 700 years.