With the announcement of season 2 of Cyberpunk Edgerunners, I've been having Horny Thoughts about that universe again...
Person who gets a cybernetic womb implanted because they're transfem, bcause they got in an accident, maybe because they got cancer and had to have it removed. Either way, they're too excited about their new top-of-the-line cyberwomb to gloss over the fact that they just signed up for a minimum of three surrogacies to pay it all off. They're shocked, but they really don't have an option other than to carry what turns out to be triplets for the corporation that "gifted" them their new womb. At least they're carrying three, so it'll only be this one time, right..?
The contract they signed clearly states three seperate surrogacies and says nothing about any amount of babies. So after the hours it takes to get their overdue triplets out, it's less than a week before they go back in for their second surrogacy. It's only two more pregnancies, that's only ten months each, they're a third of the way through, they can get through this...
About two or three weeks into their second surrogacy, their new womb pops an error message. They have absolutely no idea what all the corporate jargon and technical terms mean, but they can understand "Gestation slowed to 50%". Panicking, they try to get ahold of the corporation, only for it to take two months before they're able to contact anybody. After that, it takes another two months to get an appointment booked to figure out what exactly is causing their womb to bug out, and when they do go in for that appointment they learn that they need to book another appointment elsewhere to get it fixed.
By the time they finally contact the people who can fix their malfunctioning womb, they're eight months into their surrogacy but barely look like four. It's another month of bouncing between people before they can get an appointment booked, and by this point they should be nice and full term, but they barely look halfway. Coincidentally, it's almost nine months before an appointment to fix their womb is available, but they can't do anything except groan and accept their fate. And the appointment date. At least their skin will have extra time to stretch around what turns out to be a pretty chunky set of twins...
By the time they waddle into the clinic to get their womb debugged, they've been full term for almost three months and utterly exhausted. They're just thankful most of their expenses are covered by the corporation that currently owns their womb. It's a fifteen minute, in-and-out fix that ends up breaking their waters all over the sterile floor. Well, at least they're not too far from the delivery rooms...
By the time they go in for their third and final surrogacy, they've had enough. Five babies across two pregnancies, back-to-back over almost two and a half years. Finally, the final one... The same sterile procedure of having two embryos implanted in their womb this time. They try to protest, pointing out that the embryos have multipled the last two times, but they're reminded that nothing was said about the number of babies they'd carry throughout their surrogacies. Helpless, they return home, wondering just how many they'll have this time, and what will go wrong to make it even worse...
