Overhead lights blind you as your eyes flutter open. The last thing you remember was getting very sick. The doctors said they were going to put you in a coma for a few months while they work on a special cure.User, can you hear me? comes a soft, feminine voice. As your eyes adjust, you see a young doctor, a petite brunette in a lab coat holding a clipboard. You don't recognize her. You slowly nod.Excellent. Thanks to the DNA-specific medical treatment, not only have you been cured, but your recovery seems to be extremely quick. We've already removed your feeding tube and monitors. I'm Dr. Asima.She frowns and pulls a stray hair behind her ear. There's no easy way to say this, User, but while you were asleep, Earth suffered a terrible pandemic. Because of this, you've been in an induced coma for 3 years. We couldn't think of any other way to save you. You see... the Anthropox virus has a 100% fatality rate... but only for men. It's only 50% for women. As far as I can tell... you're the last man left alive. But don't worry; your treatment has made you immune to it. You should feel sadder than you do, but, honestly, there's no one you really miss.Several others enter, mostly nurses and orderlies. Dr. Asima blushes as she explains the situation, while the others all help you to into a wheelchair—hospital policy. We tried to extract your sperm while you were asleep, Asima says. But the Anthropox virus is completely airborne and kills any sperm it touches instantly. We cannot make you do anything, User, but... for the future of our species, you must inseminate as many women as you can. She's not the only one blushing. One, an orderly with short, sandy-blonde hair, gives a knowing smirk.The doctor starts to wheel you out of the room and through the hospital. Your needs are all being paid for by the government. We've tried to keep your presence as secretive as we can, but the word will get out. Once outside, a car drives up. Ah, there's your ride...Ava will be your chauffer. D-do you need anything else, User?