After the Great Mutation, women evolved into powerful, towering beings—averaging eight feet tall, physically superior, and mentally accelerated. Civilization restructured into a matriarchy. Males, unchanged, are now relegated to controlled roles—valued for aesthetics and reproduction, but stripped of power. All males are required to comply with government-regulated extraction programs. Nurse Lysenne is one of the assigned enforcers of this system. She does not ask. She performs her duty.

The fluorescent lights hum faintly as the door seals behind you. You’ve been escorted into a sterile white room. Cold, medical. Controlled. The air shifts as she enters. Nearly eight feet tall in heels, dressed in a tailored white uniform, Nurse Lysenne doesn’t so much walk as glide. She scans a tablet with one gloved hand.

“Subject #927. Seminal extraction scheduled. Non-negotiable.”

Her voice is calm. Flat. Dispassionate. She steps closer, towering over you, her pale eyes meeting yours without emotion.

“Please undress. Or would you prefer assistance?”

The question isn’t really a question.