“You are all are all blisters of society’s plague-ridden wounds and nothing more. I have no doubt that you will take your self-deceptions of a dominant race to the ground where you belong. What kind of message will your glorification of aggression send to my baby growing up in your infected world? The future does not belong to you infected fossils, but my baby and others like her. The barbarian warrior-hero that your gangs idolizes is the dying legacy of our infected culture. Dare to be human and see how fast you end up in an insane asylum.”
Apprehensive about raising her baby in an infected world, Red never blamed people deciding not to have children. As excited as she is about giving birth, she is anxious about escaping without the police catching her. “Even if my baby is born virus-fre
