Breedbus - [cracked]

Kaelen looked at the syringe. Then at Thorne. His eyes were tired, not cruel. That was worse. Cruelty had a pattern. Tiredness was infinite.

The Breedbus was the underworld’s answer to the sterilization clouds that had drifted across the old world ten years ago. A bio-weapon, mistimed and misapplied, had rendered 98% of humanity infertile. Children became myth. Governments collapsed into clinics. And from the wreckage rose the Breeders —a black market cartel that didn't trade in drugs or guns, but in viable ova, viable sperm, and the wombs to host them. breedbus

He pressed a syringe into her palm. “Or you could use this. On me. Right now.” Kaelen looked at the syringe

“You’re a rare thing,” Thorne said, not looking up from his datapad. “Post-Ghoul, pre-Fade. Clean telomeres. A ghost in the genetic graveyard.” That was worse

Cities around the world are already embracing the efficiency and eco-friendliness of the Breedbus. Some notable examples include:

Thorne looked out at the rain-slicked ruins of the old world, then at the girl who was never cargo, never bait, never a donor. She was a ghost in the machine. And he was tired of being a monster.