[ WP ] You wake up to find that all of earths populace has vanished . Earths guardians summon you and the other remaining human and offer you the chance to restore humanity , all they need is a baby . After meeting with the other survivor you find that you have nothing in common .

'So, um... babymaking?' 
 
 If I was n't the most awkward person of all of humanity before, I sure am now. I'm staring at this woman with a facetious grin and a nervously raised eyebrow. 
 
'You're kidding, right?' 
 
 Her scowl wears the weight of billions of lost souls, and the air is saturated with an overwhelming silence. 
 
 The van that brought us to this house is long gone, along with its mysterious hooded occupants. I glance around the living room, trying to catch any traces of people in photographs. No luck; this person obviously preferred the company of weird-ass modern art on their walls rather than real people. Should have enjoyed real people when they had the chance. 
 
'I mean, they've got to be fucking kidding us, right? What kind of sick bullshit is this?' She sits on a couch, hands cradling her head.'They've probably got cameras pointed at us, like some sick fetish porno, `` random couple fucks to repopulate earth...''' 
 
'Well, the plane wreckage through the office buildings sure made for one big-budgeted, depressing porn video.' 
 
 She looks up at me.'I mean, who the fuck are you, anyway, why you? Who the fuck am I? Why are we apparently the last ones?' 
 
 And I look down at her.'Well, uh, who are you, then? We do n't actually know each other.' 
 
'I'm someone who never intended to have children in their life, that's who the fuck I am. Who the fuck are you?' 
 
 And I feel a little bit of myself sink. All my life, I've wanted to be a father. I sit down on the other couch, facing her.'I'm someone who's interested in Asian, BBW, and especially Hardcore Anal, that gets me off faster than white trash going in and out of McDonalds.' 
 
 She's sitting upright now, her arms crossed in front of her chest. She's not making eye-contact.'All the white trash... they're all gone. There is no McDonalds.' She's shaking her head a bit.'How the fuck can everybody be gone?' 
 
'Well, you say that like it's a bad thing...' Instantly, her eyes meet mine, but not in the interested way. She looks like she's been stabbed.'I mean, the McDonalds part...' 
 
 Well, that went well. We do n't even share the same sense of humour. But y'know what they say, opposites attract, right?...
