Evening Monday, June 16th, 2025 At their vacant apartment in Grantwood, Lyrou and Garin paced about alone together. “Listable. Yeah?” he asked. “Listable,” she agreed. “This was going to be my divorced dad pad.” Garin dubbed its former potential with a nod. “Are you angling for an argument?” Lyrou inspected the condition of the appliances. Garin blinked at her. “I wasn’t, but I’m down for it if you are. Is this fight tind...

On the morning of her first DIC appointment, I ordered a ride and came along with my wife to the local Ministry of Women’s Health & Reproduction branch. We talked, just the two of us in there with the AC blowing and soft music playing, but I can’t remember anything we said because my mind was on another planet. When the car dropped us off, we walked hand-in-hand as far as I could continue, and I did the kiss-wife-awkwardl...

Tomorrow morning my wife will go to her DIC appointment. That is totally certain. She got the notice that she had been selected two months ago and, at my hair-pulling, furniture-flipping insistence, delayed it a month by appealing the order: Subject’s fertile husband confirms intent and ongoing effort to sire additional offspring with subject. Rejected: Subject has been assigned optimal genetic mates matched with her for...