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function without any margin for error.
    He tightened his grip on her. “That program records how often you change answers. Stop touching the screen and let me fill that out.” Before I break those manicured fingers.
    “I know what I’m doing,” Laree snapped.
    “World-renowned shrinks formulated those questions. The answer for number five won’t win us seats.”
    Her jaw sagged. “But I hate kids.”
    “Saying you’ve thought about it doesn’t mean you plan to be a parent.” And never with me as the sperm donor. He made damn sure he used the foolproof condoms the government issued for free. Not any of the vibrating, drug-saturated, gimmicky ones offered on the black market for a price and a .009 percent slip-off-the-dick chance.
    She jerked against his hold. “I’m not stupid.”
    Right. “This questionnaire uses reverse psychology.” His voice tone patient, regret churned in his stomach as he released her. I’ll never hear a little voice call me Daddy . “Most women want children. If you say not ever, not even as a possibility in the distant future, it tags you as a liar.”
    “Oh.”
    “Same concept for number eight,” he said. “Change your answer saying the government shouldn’t be allowed to dictate progeny based on income. Yes to a GSA is good. Claiming you’d get a government-sponsored abortion shows you understand population control is a critical issue.” And by marking no for GSS—government-sponsored sterilization—it tipped them off that she could well skip the birth control at some point. “Most importantly, no way do we agree to any archaic snipping of nuts.” Why bother? Not like he’d impregnate anyone if he was either dead or in prison.
    She glowered at him. “I want—I deserve a nice home, and what I do not want is a child, so who turns down a free vasectomy? It’s simple, darling. I think they reward the pairs who won’t contribute to the start of overpopulation on other worlds.”
    Wrong. They gathered the couples most likely to breed. He couldn’t understand any reason for excluding gays and sterilized heterosexuals other than a diabolical one.
    “There is no way I can afford this,” he murmured. “Either we win or we honeymoon here on Earth in grimy Las Vegas. You want the bloody moon? Stop arguing and trust me.”
    She glanced at his groin, inches from her face. “Trust you’ll never have my mouth on…”
    He tuned her out and shoved her fingers away from the com. The thought of the BJs he’d be forced to give a three hundred pound cellmate before he was executed had his cock shriveled and his hands shaking.
    Shortly, he’d have more evidence supporting his theory that lower income heteros who admitted to wanting at least one child automatically won a luxurious honeymoon, or he’d learn he’d best grab a tinfoil hat and join the spouting paranoid-crap club. He finished the questionnaire and stood so his lovely fiancée had full view of the com-screen.
    “Okay, yeah, I guess this looks good,” she muttered, as he stepped to stare blankly out of the window into a dusty gray-blue sky.
    He couldn’t wrap his head around this marriage broker not only creating a quadrillion dollar infrastructure on the barely colonized moon, but that they had all these shuttle-rockets strategically placed around Earth, ready to transport newlyweds wanting to celebrate nuptials on the moon. Then, the crème de la crème on an already unbelievable package? Each passenger was entered into a lotto where winners were handed deeds to property on the outer planets.
    Comfortable living in the Milky Way was plausible. Eons after the sound barrier was broken by an object made of matter, the difficulties of cracking the speed of light barrier had burst. Figuring out how an object could travel faster than the electromagnetic fields linking its atoms—moving a rocket at the speed of light by adding infinity energy—was credited to a pair of siblings.
    The real miracle was the fact that the