The Contract

 

"What's the question?"

The young woman sat by herself across the desk. 23, healthy and in the prime of her life. 

"How many will you implant?"

"Three each time until one or more take, up to 5 implants."

Across the table from the young woman was an attorney and two men that sat next to one another. One of the men was in his early 30's and the other in his 60's. The sperm would come from the younger man and the eggs would come from an egg purchase, procured they would tell their friends. 

"And I get $45,000?" Heavy on her mind was her college debt and a useless Masters degree. It was just some cells she thought, someone else's thing. 

"Basically we are just renting your womb." The man in his 60's chimed in. 

The younger man leaned forward, "Just sign on the dotted line and we will also pay for all of your health care, rent and utilities. We have a special diet we want you on. It's in the contract. We take care of it all for you."

...

The young woman felt a pinch, then another and another. All hand chosen embryos were boys. In another sterile room was another young woman. Rows of sterile rooms and the same thing happening in each one.

...

Outside the brownstone an in descriptive woman stood with a sign on the other side of the street.

GROWING A HUMAN

TO SELL TO SOMEONE

IS HUMAN TRAFFICKING