If I passed the test. “All volunteers enter the exam tent listed on your card.” The mechanized voice over the loud speaker did nothing to calm my nerves. I rubbed the chill bumps on my arms and searched the large auditorium. I was in a domed football stadium, long abandoned and fallen to disrepair. Beneath my feet, the old turf lay in patches. Kinda like everything in the Old City. All around the field, tents were setup with large numbers on the door flaps. There had to be around three hundred women here. They let us in a wave at a time, each woman with a number. I’d heard they processed thousands on concubine gathering days. But they only selected a handful, if any, every few months. Tent fourteen was about half the field away and I weaved through the chattering, excited women. Most were beautiful, curvy, obviously educated and well cared for. It figured. Even after the aliens came and took over the world, flattening everything and enslaving everyone, the few remaining power families were the ones who got it all.
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