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Only Good for Incubation

Tales from the Near future in United States of Gilead

By jason gracePublished 2 years ago 3 min read
Only Good for Incubation
Photo by Dev Asangbam on Unsplash

Marnie looked at the strip in utter disbelief. “I was so careful”, she sobbed. But the blue line was undeniable.

She knew she could not tell anyone, not her boyfriend, not her most trusted childhood friend, certainly not her family lest they be endangered. This burden was hers alone.

She remembered what happened to her friend Cindy ….


“Congratulations, Cindy, you are indeed with child,” beamed Dr. Milton. “This is certainly a blessing.”

Cindy stared blankly, unable to process the situation. She remembered her uncle telling her everything would be alright, that she was too young to get pregnant, that they could “have fun” with no risk. Not that it mattered, he was not the type to take “no” for an answer.

“Aren’t you excited Cindy? You are achieving the purpose of every woman. You should be happy.”

Cindy started to shake uncontrollably, sobbing as the nausea set in.

“Now, I understand you are young. I don’t often get 11 year old girls who are expecting. But this is such an opportunity to bring another life into the world.”

“I don’t know what to do, “Cindy weakly muttered.

“Not to worry, we are here to help.” He pressed a button, and after a brief moment, an officer stepped in the office.

“Cindy, this is Officer Green, from the National Prenatal Protection Bureau.”

Officer Green waved at Cindy and grunted in her direction. From his bag he produced an ankle monitor and affixed it to her leg.

“For the protection of the unborn, your whereabouts are to be monitored 24 hours a day, seven days a week, to ensure you are not in a potentially fetus risking situation, and to ensure you do not travel without our permit. Travelling to a “Death State” can result in a life sentence if you come back without child.”

Cindy started to cry.

Officer Green continued: “Any action deemed to be potentially harmful to the fetus will result in prosecution with the immediate penalty of physical restraints, and, upon birth of said fetus, imprisonment. Do you comply?”

Cindy meekly nodded her head.

“Very well, then. Congratulations!” Officer Green clicked his heels and exited the examination room.

“Your parents are waiting for you. They’ve been told the good news, and the expectations we all have of you.”

Being led out the door into the midst of her parents, Cindy felt hopeless. Matters would only get worse.

“You fucking whore, what did you think was going to happen?” yelled Cindy’s father. “Teasing your Uncle Roy like that, wiggling your ass for him. Did you think he wouldn’t fuck you? What was he supposed to do?”

Cindy could not stop crying.

“Well, at least with a baby we know you are good for something.”

Weeks passed, and Cindy was feeling worse. She had tremendous pain in her pelvis, and was bleeding from her vagina. In the interest of the fetus, her parents brought Cindy to the doctor. Tests were performed, and the doctor read the results.

“Well, Cindy, I can see why you are having trouble. You have what we call an ectopic pregnancy, where the fetus is attached outside the uterus; in your case, in the fallopian tubes.”

Cindy turned pale.

“Unfortunately, this will most likely be fatal. The best we can hope for is that the fetus will be viable after you die. If there is any chance to save it, your life would be a worthy sacrifice. I know you are in pain, but we have to limit the medication we give you, so as not to hurt the child. I can only pray we can save it.”

Through the examination door guards came in to drag Cindy away. She was restrained to a hospital bed to ensure the baby’s safety. Her last days were agonizing, physically, mentally, and spiritually. A rupture occurred, causing Cindy to bleed to death. Unfortunately, the fetus couldn’t be saved.

“Wasn’t good for anything after all,” muttered her father.


Marnie couldn’t afford a baby. But it was her duty to bear it. If she was unable to care for it, the child would be put up for auction. The child would be lucky, for it will be white; white babies get snatched up quickly. For those that don’t get taken, well, there was always a need for a permanent underclass for the system to work. With no other alternatives, Marnie resigned herself to the fate of being breeding livestock.


About the Creator

jason grace

An old man who grew tired of doing things he hates for those for whom he has no respect.

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