Pod Generation | The

Rachel found an underground forum called — women and men who rejected pod gestation entirely. They met in abandoned warehouses, in basement clinics, in the greenhouses of old farms where the soil still smelled of rain.

A low, watery thrum filled the room. Lub-dub. Lub-dub. Rachel’s eyes stung. Mark squeezed her hand, but his attention was on his own tablet, where work messages were piling up. The Pod Generation

And years later, when Luna asked her mother how she was born, Rachel didn’t tell her about the pod. She told her about a woman who broke a machine, held a wet, screaming baby in her arms, and felt, for the first time in her life, utterly human. Rachel found an underground forum called — women

“You’re lying.”

Rachel placed a hand on the cool shell. “And the baby feels… nothing? No pain?” Lub-dub