"Project... Restock?" Colin asked, "W-what is that?"
The old scientist simply chuckled.
"Why my dear boy, it is the salvation of humanity. The jumping point to rebuild society once this bimbo virus epidemic has subsided. A world I have always envisioned."
Dr. Pharal loaded Colin onto a platform and hit a switch causing it to rise up to a massive glass window overlooking a huge parking complex.
"This facility is a mile below and as wide as six football fields. We collect the surviors to produce heartier humans." the old man explained.
"By forcing them to have sex against their will over and over again?" Colin asked.
"Well, only the men, Mr. Greys." Pharal responded.
Colin's jaw dropped.
"How do we know your name? And that your father James Greys was in the Navy? And your crush on a fiction blonde hunting creatures.. what are they called again.. Metroids?" Pharal asked to Colin's uncomfortable creeped-out face.
"We've plundered information all across the web with our hacking team. We prefer to know the males providing our genetic material. Oh Mr. Greys, we are talking about a society built upon the strong rising above the weak! Survival of the fittest! A world built anew upon the ideal of equality in strength. You have survived because you are strong!"
Colin just sat there.
"Well, I can't keep you from your scheduled meal, you'll have a busy schedule helping humanity." Pharal said as he lowered the platform.
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Ending: A Cog in the Breeding Machine.
Colin would be busy alright. From then on, he spent up to 6 to 7 hours a day strapped to the breeding machine in order to impregnate captured female survivors young (in their twenties, no less) and old, fat and thin, pretty and ugly, some White, some Hispanic, some Asian, some Black, even an Indian woman once, all getting their pussies pumped into with Colin's throbbing member as he moaned, sighed in defeat, even cried sometimes. In Pharal's eyes, Colin's distress and anguish was him coming to terms in his role shaping in humanities future. By the time the surface was declared cleared out by the doctor's patrols, Colin was forty with over 250 children, five of them being with Josephine, someone Pharal threw in for "support".