the Whirlwind Spectacles of Family Drama

>be me, bonky
>i'm with my pickle horse-man pal, pickle horse-man
>we're looking at our surrogate babies
>they're goopin' it up in their plastic goop pouches
>i say hey, this ain't too bad: not having to carry them to term.
>easy livin' says pickle horse-man
>we smoke our stogies and watch our little juicy babies gurble and squiggle
>yep
>that's modern living for you
>i call a tech over
>i make him come to me
>since i'm the paying customer
>i say hey pal when can i take this little guy out for a spin
>he says oh this specimen has a work schedule to maintain
>you won't be seeing him until late in life
>i say what
>he checks the tag on my little bonky
>he says yes, this bonky is due for work just as soon as he's born
>i say what
>he says you read the contract, right?
>i say what
>he claims i couldn't afford the artificial womb so i co-signed with a corporation to fund the procedure
>he says most individuals can't afford the services otherwise
>i say damn
>damn, man
>i was looking forward to hangin out with this little dude
>he says we can't really allow any such interactions in the early-life phase
>he says parent/child interactions can lead to incompatible behaviors with work and corporate ethos
>i say damn
>i look at pickle horse-man
>we cast off all our fishing gear
>we were going to have a big fishing day with the newborns
>but now it seems they have to go to work
>what a buzz-kill
>oh well
>enjoy the white-collar life, kid
>i pivot out of there when the tech says oh no he won't be doing white-collar work
>this baby will be working at mcdonalds
>MCDONALDS? i shriek
>yes, he'll be working in the Sacramento McDonalds on K Street, just off the 50
>i love that mcdonalds, i whimper
>where is pickle horse-man's baby going to be working?
>that baby is scheduled for termination he says
>we terminate horse-man babies once they're brought to term
>we tear them out of the plastic bag and stamp on them with our boots
>hmmm, i think to myself as pickle horse-man goes on some tirade,
>one of his endless crusades,
>i wonder if my McBonky will hook me up with free food
>i trot my way out of the corrugated metal facility
>into the open air
>and trip on a pig
>inducing paralysis
>i pink and ponk down a rocky hillside
>into traffic
>and explode an RV on its way to Sacramento's Bottomless Pit and Olde Times Sandwich Shoppe
>the explosion sends me spinning up int he air like a coin
>and i know i have to make a choice
>a SOPHIE'S CHOICE
>for the future of my baby
>and my love for the father...