He got off the bus and walked a few blocks to the clinic where he pushed the glass door open and walked inside. The interior of the clinic was no different that any other medical facility he’d ever visited in his life people of all ages and genders sat in the waiting room seated on hard plastic chairs. He went to the reception desk where a young woman with bright red hair and big green eyes was seated. She was typing something into her computer when he walked up. She looked up at him and smiled brightly. “How can I help you sir?” She asked.  “I uh was placed on the selection list,” he replied. The woman’s smiled faltered. “I’m so sorry,” she said.  He sighed. “It’s not your fault,” he replied.  She smiled at him again and then picked up a sheet of paper and placed it on a clipboard with a pen and then handed it to him. “Fill this out and bring it back to me when you finish,” she said.  He took the clipboard from her. “Alright,” he replied.  He stepped away from the reception desk and started to fill out the document. It was a fairly standard medical form asking basic personal information along with a few health questions and allergy information. He finished writing quickly and handed the clipboard back to the receptionist. “You can wait over there Mr. Anderson a nurse will be out to get you,” the receptionist said.  He took a seat and looked up at the television which was playing a medical station extoling the virtues of a good diet and exercise. A few minutes later an older woman in scrubs walked out of the back. “Anderson!” She said.  He stood up and walked over to her.  “Jacob Anderson?” She asked. “That’s me,” he replied.  “Follow me,” she said.  They walked into the back of the clinic where she took his vitals and then led him to a small room.  “The doctor will be with you soon,” she said. She closed the door to the room leaving him alone. He walked to the exam chair and sat down looking around at the various posters on the walls.  When he noticed a poster depicting the male reproductive system his heart started to beat faster, and his mouth went dry. He looked away quickly trying to push what was to come out of his mind. After several more minutes of waiting there was a knock on the door, and it swung open. A short chubby woman who appeared to be in her thirties walked into the room followed by the older nurse who was pushing a cart.  “Hello Mr. Anderson, I’m Doctor Clairemont and I’ll be preforming the procedure today,” the chubby woman said.  “Alright,” he replied. She walked over to a glove dispenser and pulled a pair of disposable gloves from it putting them on her chubby hands before walking over to the cart and picking up a syringe. “Before I start you do understand that this is completely voluntary, and you are under no obligation to have this done?” She asked. “Yeah, I know but if I don’t, they take half of my paycheck,” he replied.  “I suppose Central thought that was the only way it could get men to comply with it’s directives,” the doctor said.  “I just wish I knew why it picked me,” he replied.  “No one knows that the AI never released its criteria, it probably doesn’t want men to game the system,” the doctor said.  “So will it hurt?” He asked.  “Just a pinch and some tingling it’s less painful than getting a flu shot,” the doctor replied.  He sighed and then nodded. “Alright, let’s get this over with,” he said. “Great, take off your pants and underwear and then sit back down,” the doctor replied.  He stood up and undressed as instructed, sitting back down on the exam chair. She pulled the cap from the syringe and then crouched down between his legs taking hold of his scrotum with her free hand. She caught his left tentacle between her fingers and then held the needle over it. “On three,” she said. She counted down and then jabbed the syringe into his testicle pressing the plunger down and forcing the contents into his organ. Just as the doctor had said it was nothing more than a pinch though the tingling in his testicle was rather disconcerting. She handed the empty syringe to the nurse and took the other one taking its cap off before injecting his right testicle. “There you go, now we just have to wait for the nanobots to do their job and you’ll be free to go,” the doctor said. She handed the other syringe back to the nurse and then squeezed his scrotum gently so that his testicles were pressed tightly against the skin.  “How long will it take?” He asked. “Not long see for yourself,” she replied.  He looked down and to his amazement, and horror, his testicles shriveled up and vanished before his eyes.  “All done,” the doctor said. She got up and took her gloves off tossing them into the trash. “Go ahead and get dressed the nurse will see you out,” she added. She walked out of the room leaving him with the older nurse who had an impatient look on her face.  He quickly put his clothing back on and then followed the older woman out of the room. “Make sure you stop at the receptionist before you go she’ll give you the aftercare paperwork,” the nurse said. “Yes Ma’am,” he replied.  He left the back of the clinic and went to the reception desk. He could see the pity in the receptionist’s eyes, and she handed him a folder filled with paperwork. He didn’t say a word as he walked out of the clinic. He went back to the bus stop and opened the folder looking inside as he waited. He noticed a scrap of paper stuffed into one of the pamphlets. It had a heart drawn on it with the name Tiffany and a phone number written inside along with the words call me. He blinked a few times as he looked it over and then grinned. “Maybe this won’t be so bad after all,” he said.