It’s 2024. I wake up as my alarm goes off. I immediately get up, swallow the pills that decide my gender for the day and begin my morning exercises as the telescreen on my bedroom wall activates and a 350 pound blue-haired goddess appears to supervise my rehabilitation. “White supremacy must be eradicated” I repeat 1000 times before an approving clucking comes from the goddess on the screen and she disappears. I then bolt on my Cyberbreasts 5000 to my chest. They recently upgraded to the ones that actively inject euphoria inducing hormones right into my blood stream. That’s a nice touch before beginning my grueling day at work performing sex change operations on transgender five year olds for 16 hours a day.

All in a day’s work of fighting the patriarchy.