I was forced to call her Mrs. Price, and I completely hated it. I finished the floors and walked over to the kitchen. The cook was in there, a man as well. Men did the household chores from now on. Women took revenge on us for being so sexist towards them. I look down and i get flashbacks of my wife. I hope she was doing okay. She fought in the war, and never came back home, but I know there's a chance she is dead. She was also pregnant, so I only hope our baby is alive. And a girl. You wish for a babygirl at this stage.
I take the tea to the company my madam has, and set it down. They were smiling at the new baby her friend had. I rolled my eyes in my head. One wrong move and I'd be dead. Women didn't even have their own kids now. Babies were cloned and implanted inside them. They found a way to reproduce without men. They made us all sterile when we first got rounded up. Queen It was a witch hunt for us guys, but some say there are refugees in Mexico, who have stayed safe. I wished I was one of them.
"605!!" My madam yelled. I ran inside the kitchen. "Yes ma'am?" I asked softly. "Please get there gift from the library." She grimaced at me. I nodded and went. We were allowed to read and write, but no one ever had time since we were always busy. I handed the gift to Ms. Price. She gave it to Ms. Daniels. I walked away, and went back to where I was supposed to be. Out of sight, out of mind, like what the old, oppressed men said to women. What got us into this mess. We cleaned up, silently, me and 709. He never told me his name, and I didn't ask. Always busy. Then something different happened when we were going to clean up the room they all sat in. He walked over to me and pushed something into my pocket. I look confused and he puts a finger to his mouth. I nod and walk away, as we keep cleaning. Ms. Price walked over, crossed her arms and smirked. She was happy that we were cleaning. She was happy we were beneath her. She went to bed, and so did we. I went to my room and pulled out the small note that 709 gave me. It read
'Hello 605, my name, is really Andrew Matt. I'm with an organizer to have lots of information on the men who were captured. I want to help you. If I could get your name, i'll find out what happened to your family.'
I was in shock, but I needed to know now. I flipped the note over and wrote back. 'Hi 709....my name is Robert Nathanson...'