I’m in a big city and trying to hide. I walk for hours trying to look inconspicuous with my big pregnant belly. I’m in the CBD and there are business people everywhere. Business people and the homeless.
No one I pass realizes that I am a genetically modified person who is pregnant with eggs instead of a baby. I cannot talk and think very simply.
Eventually the doctors find me and bring me back to a hospital. I lay my eggs but they are taken from me. All the eggs are cracked open and the lifeforms that are inside are murdered. With each death I feel a small part of me die. It’s like I am connected to the beings inside the eggs; my children.
Eventually they give me something to sleep because I am so distressed.
When I wake up I am freshly impregnated.
This time I don’t run away and they let me build a nest.
It’s made up of old clothes, if I can find it cashmere or fluffy jumpers. I maily only found cotton nurses outfits and serviettes. I build a human sized nest and lay my eggs in there. It looks so beautiful when full. I am very proud and protective of my new flock.
The doctors in white discuss many things and do test.
Eventually they steal my eggs from me.
I stop thinking
I become like a robot, giving them my arm when a needle is due, eating what is placed in front of me. But no more. I have become infertile because of a broken heart.