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been the result of the alcohol in her system and/or whatever they’d knocked her out with.
    She managed to occupy herself with trying to calculate the time until she reached the doors that had caused the slow build of hysteria inside of her until it was all she could do to refrain from screaming and trying to claw her way over the robot behind her. She almost felt let down when the doors slid open and she discovered she’d been shoved THE SPAWNING Kaitlyn O’Connor 15
    inside what looked almost like a community bath.
    It would’ve looked more like one and banished much of her terror if she hadn’t discovered a spider-like robot on the other side. “Empty bowels and bladders and then proceed to the decontamination showers,” the thing intoned in the same eerily
    mechanical voice as the other robot, lifting two arms/legs and pointing to either side of the room.
    As jolting as that order was, it was nothing compared to the discovery that more robots were waiting to ‘assist’ in the evacuation. Miranda discovered she was terrified enough by that time that her bowels had turned to water. She didn’t need a fucking enema, but she got one anyway.
    Weak and thoroughly rung out from the experience, her legs felt like jelly as she was herded with the others to the decontamination showers, sprayed down with
    something foamy from the top of her head to the bottoms of her feet, and then hosed off.
    Her eyes and nose were still stinging when she was blasted with air that drove the excess fluids from her skin but still left her damp and shivering as she was shoved through another door that appeared just beyond the decontamination area. The woman at the very front of the line balked when she saw what was beyond the door.
    A robot clamped a manacle-like hand on her wrist and snatched her through,
    dragging her toward one of the waiting gurneys. Knowing it was useless, they all fought.
    And it was useless.
    What followed was an examination that was more nightmarish than anything
    Miranda had ever experienced and painful enough she wondered if it was actually intended as torture. She was stabbed with needles, every orifice thoroughly examined, including her sex. She was clamped to the table so that she couldn’t actually see what was going on ‘below’, but her legs had been clamped into something frighteningly similar to the support stirrups of a gynecologist’s table and when her womb spasmed painfully she knew they’d removed her IUD.
    She didn’t know why, but the pain in her belly on top of the pain still radiating through her from her bowels was too pervasive to allow for much thought. She was just relieved when the poking and painful prodding finally stopped and the clamps opened.
    A robot grasped her wrist, half lifting, half dragging her from the table.
    “Diseased.”
    The pronouncement pierced her shock sufficiently to capture her attention.
    Miranda glanced around in time to see a robot dragging one of the women out a different door than she and the other women were being herded toward. Her heart squeezed painfully in her chest, although she wasn’t actually aware of what had caused her fear to spike, whether it was some vague awareness of the woman’s fate or just fear of what her own was to be.
    It seemed frighteningly significant, though, that the woman had been pronounced
    ‘diseased’ and promptly separated from the rest of the herd.
    She felt like a herd animal—an animal being led to the slaughter.
    She tried her best to close her mind to that terrifying thought.
    Each door had seemed to lead them all deeper into nightmare, though, and
    Miranda discovered the third door was no different. She saw as she was dragged through it that she’d stepped into a cavernous warehouse-like room filled with strange lozenges that seemed to be on some sort of rotating shelves. She struggled mindlessly against the THE SPAWNING Kaitlyn O’Connor 16
    grip on her wrist, fought for all she was worth as the robot, with the