[ WP ] You live in a dystopian world where for ever child you have , you can kill one person of the same gender .

`` James? ``, she beckoned me from the hallway, punctuated by a crash of heavy rain which itself was terminated by the sound of the front door clicking shut. 
 
 `` Well? Is it a boy or a girl?''. I was rattled.'Any news is good news', I humored subvocally. 
 
 `` Fraternal twins. One boy and one girl''. I loved being able to hear her smile when she spoke, but this felt contaminated. A subtle vibrato as though she were preparing to deliver a speech to a crowd of 5,000. 
 
 I swallowed hard. I blinked, I adjusted my collar and I stood up. I looked out of the window. The rain was no less furious, pelting the face of our house with thousands of tiny punches, a relentless and clichéd summation of our collective moods. 
 
 `` Oh that's... great news. I'll make a list of possible names. We can go through them toge --'' 
 
 She crumpled at the knees, and the rain entered the house. 

