I'm writing this knowing it won't do me any real good. But they let me have a word processor in my cell, so it helps to pass the time. "Women's liberation." I read about it in a book. I guess it's a term from the good old days before the great war of the sexes. Imagine, women needing to be liberated? I would love to see that. A world where men hold all the power. What could that be like? Well, it's never going to happen again, that's for sure.
I've figured it out, from the size of this facility there must be about 300 of us here. And from talking to the guards I've estimated there are about 20 places like this around the world. But that's it. Twenty times 300. That's all that remains. Six thousand men remaining in the whole world. Of course they could always make more of us if they wanted. But they don't. Only if one of us dies do they let another baby boy evolve. And they've got enough sperm frozen and saved to handle the next 50 years. So they don't even need us. Any time they want they can grow a new group of dicks to milk. But I guess it's a tradition they're fond of. So here I am, a sperm cow. Twice a day, every day, morning and night. I don't even fantasize anymore. I just get hard the minute they screw the metal clamps around my penis. My body just wants to get it over with. The faster the better. Spew the load and unlock. Go back to my Internet chess game and jigsaw puzzles. And sometimes I wonder. What would it have been like to actually do it with a woman? Not that I'd ever want to.