[ WP ] You run an industrial sized human breeding facility , similar to a fish hatchery , give me a tour .

You are waiting where you were told to wait. It has been fifteen minutes and no one has addressed you. You are standing in a small white room, behind you is the heavy metal vault door through which you came; in front of you are two doors - one to the left, one to the right. 
 
 A roofless golf-buggy-like vehicle flies through the left door and out the door on the right. Wheels screech and you hear someone say `` Oops!'' 
 
 The vehicle beeps as it reverses back into view. Now that you get a better look at it you notice that it's not a golf-buggy but a two seated contraption with sleek shiny sides, no visible wheels, and low seats made of what appears to be leather. 
 
 Then you notice me. Short white hair, wearing a white suit and tie with white shoes and socks. Even with all the white my teeth stand out whitest of all as they shine from the wide crescent of my smile. 
 
 `` Hello! Hello-hello-hello!'' I say `` Please-please sit! Do sit! Come along!'' 
 
 You sit and find that the seat is not leather as you expected but hard wood. 
 
 `` Come come, there's a tour to be had, yes a tour.'' I slam my foot on the accelerator and you nearly fall out of the buggy. 
 
 * * * 
 
 `` As you doubtlessly no doubt know,'' I say as we hurtle through a dark tunnel, lit every so often by a single bulb `` I grow people! Human people! *people* people!'' 
 
 You nod. You had heard a rumor that I was growing people and as your journalistic roots demanded you wanted answers and so came to the source. I offered a tour of the facility in exchange for a brief silence that the government needed before we revealed our venture. 
 
 `` Well, do you know how I grow these people people, pondering person?'' 
 
 You shake your head. 
 
 `` Tubes! I grow the growing people people in tube upon tubes, in racks upon racks!'' 
 
 I slam on the brakes and you see that we've managed to stop in a small room, similar to the one that I picked you up in. This room does not have a vault door but an open wall, pink light seeps in from the other room. 
 
 I offer a hand, you take it, and I lead you into the other room. It is lined with row upon row of tall racks that you can not see the top of, nor can you see how far away they run to, they appear to meet somewhere at or over the horizon. 
 
 `` Itty bitty baby-waby people are grown here, firsty wirsty.'' I say waving a hand at the racks of fetuses in tubes. They are all floating in pink goo and lit from behind. You see a few metallic claws sliding down racks and waving over tubes. 
 
 `` Nursy-wursys checky-wecky the baby-wabys!'' I say `` Moving alongy-wong!'' 
 
 I grab your hand and take you back to the carty-wart. 
 
 You've barely sat when I hit the gas. 
 
 * * * 
 
 `` What next?'' I say `` People do not stay that way, that is to say immobile, very long!'' 
 
 `` Y-'' You say, but I interrupt. 
 
 `` And so what do we do with the people who we pull from the tubey-wube?'' 
 
 I slam on the brakes. We stop again, in another small room - it is the same as the last, but now the light that pours in is a faint blue. 
 
 You step out before I offer you a hand, but I snatch it up anyway and skip into the next room, dragging you behind. 
 
 `` This is the nursery!'' I say `` Where nuresely nurses nurse their nurslings nursely!'' 
 
 The room is similarly impossibly filled, but instead of pink tubes there are small blue rooms that house a cot and a women sitting in a chair next to it. The women is wearing an old fashioned nurse outfit. You notice it's the same unblinking women in all of the rooms. A baby nearby cries and it's Nanny stands and coos and pats the baby back to sleep. 
 
 I grab you by the hand and drag you back to the car. I release you and you stumble against it. 
 
 `` In in! We must go on and further in!'' I say `` In you must get so we can go in!'' 
 
 You get in the car and stare at me as I slam down the accelerator. 
 
 * * * 
 
 `` Much to Mummy's sadness, baby does not baby long and soon can walk and talk.'' I say facing forward as always as the passing bulbs light my face for only a split second. You begin to wonder if I ever blink. You flinch, but return to watching my face go light then dark. 
 
 Had I turned to face you in one of those brief flashes. You are n't sure. 
 
 I am. 
 
 `` So what to do with the walkie-talkies when they are no longer babies who baby?'' 
 
 You brace yourself and I slam on the brakes. 
 
 This room is the same, but the shade of blue light is darker. 
 
 You step out of the car and fold your arms. I put a hand in the middle of your back and push you next to me as I stride quickly into the room. 
 
 On the racks here are much bigger rooms with bunk-beds, some toys, and a blackboard. Sitting in front of the black board are ten toddlers. The lady that had been countless nannies was now dressed in a black long dress and equipped with a pointer. She pointed at the board and the children spoke, but you can not hear them. 
 
 `` This room is as special as the special group it contains!'' I say `` It has the most different age groups than any other group! Somewhere down there there are older tots than up here!'' 
 
 `` How ol-'' You say, but I interupt. 
 
 `` How old? Older I'd say. Older and older until they're to old for here.'' 
 
 I grab you by the hand and drag you to the car, you try to fight it this time, you silly billy. 
 
 `` Hey, stop dr-'' 
 
 I throw you against the car and you hit with a thud. No air is in your lungs and you ca n't manage a scream. 
 
 `` Tut tut!'' I say `` Must not sleep or slip on the tour!'' 
 
 I pick you up and put you in the car. Before you can escape I've started speeding along again. 
 
 * * * 
 
 `` Now, no more questions until after the tour,'' I say `` or you'll never ask questions again.'' 
 
 You contemplate jumping out of the car. 
 
 `` So, what next? You so very nicely do n't ask.'' I say `` Well our little ones, now becoming men and women, find themselves in that most awkward stage.'' 
 
 I stop the car, you try to run but I grab your hair and slam your face in to the dash board a few times. Then we walk together into the next rack room, me walking tall and up right, you grabbing groggily at the hand that holds your hair. 
 
 This rooms lighting is white. In the rooms are cold military bunks and in the rooms are teen boys being drilled in physical exercise. You notice one young man unable to keep up with the rhythm of the push-ups. Nanny-teacher, now drill-sergeant stands over him. He is weeping. 
 
 She pulls a gun from her holster and blows his brains out. The other boys keep counting off their push-ups. 
 
 `` You'll notice there are no women, just men.'' I say pointing your head to the surrounding rooms. `` The women are taken away when they bleed, and their cargo of eggs is harvested for the first room you saw. Some are kept for other things, but very few survive long at all.'' 
 
 You rip your head loose and hit me in the face, you try to run but my hands are on your shoulders before you get far, I spin you into the glass wall of one of the rooms, the occupants can not see out and do not hear the impact. I grab your hair tighter and smash your face against the glass a few times. It does not crack. Your face does. 
 
 You do not know it but you passed out. I dragged you by your hair and now you're back in the car. 
 
 Oh, you're passing out again. 
 
 * * * 
 
 You open your eyes. Harsh white light fills them and you squint against it. You can not move your hands to shield your face from the light. 
 
 You see me: all white and happy. 
 
 `` Hello! Hello-hello-hello!'' I say `` You're awakey-wake! But can you talkie?'' 
 
 Each breath pulls blood from your broken nose into your lungs. 
 
 `` Wh-'' 
 
 `` You *can* talkie!'' I step out of the way and you see it. 
 
 The final room. 
 
 The killing floor. 
 
 Muscular men, naked and hanging by their ankles from a conveyor belt. They are looking at each other, confused, their hands tied by chain to a belt bellow them. A metallic collar rises up from the machinery, wraps around a neck then disappears as quick as it had come, taking the head and leaving a thick spray of blood. 
 
 You try to scream, but I shove something cloth-like in your mouth. 
 
 You watch several more people die before you think to squeeze your eyes shut. 
 
 `` Yes yes. I grow people people.'' I say `` A fact you stumbled upon, and you thought I was selling them, for parts, or for parts in wars. You were wrong. Wrongly wrong. I grow the people people because I canny-can!'' 
 
 Your weeping, you sad silly sausage. 
 
 I grab your face and whisper in your ear. 
 
 `` Do you want to know where they go?'' 
 
 * * * 
 
 Two men sit in the park, enjoying the day and each-others company. Somewhere nearby their wives are playing with their children. 
 
 `` Hey, Dave?'' 
 
 `` Yeah, Ricky?'' 
 
 `` You ever wonder what's actually in a hotdog?'' 
 
 `` Nah'' Said Dave as he took a bite of his Dog with the Lot. `` Probably scrap meat and rubber boots.'' 
 
 `` Yeah.'' Said Rick as he bit into his hotdog `` Yeah.'' 

