By the year 2099 the world's population had grown to almost 13 billion and the strain on Earth's resources was severe. Almost all research and development had already been diverted into the problem so that scientists could find ways to improve crop yields, produce clean energy and recycle the overwhelming mountains of garbage that had built up from having so many humans wandering the planet.

Unattractive as it might sound there was still the need to not only reduce the birthrate but to reduce the existing population as well. Euthanasia had been a contentious issue but ultimately the popular vote had been in favor of a few being killed each day for the greater good, rather than risking collapse and horrific mass starvation. Computers provided an unbiased means for selecting who to cull and with help could do so in a way that avoided the need for any emotional human employees.

The 50G wireless network could already read minds and beam phone calls directly into people's brains, allowing for thought-to-thought calls as long as you had enough credits to afford the luxury, and for the new population law it provided a way to immediately carry out terminations. When the system decided to mark someone as surplus it simply scanned the subject's subconscious to determine how they might like to die and then used overwhelming hypnotic commands to make it happen. In this way the deed would be done before they even realized that they'd be chosen to participate in population control.

Often this took the form of suicide whether it was taking a bottle of pills, jumping off a building, shooting themselves or something more personal and creative. However many people preferred not to take their own life. The system accounted for this by directing its energies toward their preferred killer instead, making the sight of a stranger or even someone's friend suddenly murdering them and then going back to normal a common and accepted occurrence since it must have been the work of the population control system.

That had been how it happened with Clara's mother. At the age of ten Clara had been drawing a unicorn when for reasons that she couldn't explain she put down her coloring pencil and walked toward the bathroom. The door was closed but against her nature she opened it without hesitation and walked in. Standing unaware under the shower was her mom, the water cascading down her body as she soaped up her breasts and, unbeknownst to an innocent girl like Clara, was imagining a rather naughty fantasy as she pinched one nipple and let her other hand glide down her toned body to seek out her needy clit.

Clara had never seen a woman this way before and she stared in fascination at her mother masturbating while her own silently hands sought out the wooden towel rack and lifted it from its frame. That day was an awakening for her in more ways than one as she wound up and swung the rod like a baseball bat against the back of her mother's head. Coming from a ten year old the blow was far from fatal but the woman still collapsed to the floor long enough for Clara to step into the shower's spray and kick her over, climb onto her well endowed chest and use both hands to push the rod down against her trachea.

There was panic in the woman's eyes but between the slippery floor, the weight of the young girl on her chest and the concussion from the head wound she could only flail her arms and gurgle in desperation as her own daughter smiled to her and crushed her windpipe. Afterward Clara had returned to her unicorn drawing without a thought and when her dad walked in a half-hour later he sat down and gently explained that her mother must have loved her very much to have wanted Clara to be the last thing she saw before she died.

Now Clara was less than a year away from starting high school and already learning biology and agriculture and all the other things that would be important in the future. With her lab partner James she made careful notes while he performed the dissection on their rabbit. She had felt a slight unease over having to kill the cute little bunny after cuddling with it for the first ten minutes of class while their teacher explained the lesson but the knowledge was necessary and so she didn't question it any more than her classmates had.

She had just recorded the weight of the heart and lungs when James stopped working and got a blank look in his eyes. Clara turned to see if something was wrong only to watch him take the scalpel and slide it cleanly across his own throat. There was an eruption of blood towards the backsplash of their lab bench and he fell backwards, landing on the floor and dying less than twenty seconds later. Seeing it her teacher pressed the button to call the janitor and told her to go work with Stella and Natalie for the rest of the period. That was fine since she liked being paired up with girls more than boys and Natalie had caught her eye more than once with her pretty face and long blonde hair.

The change in partners during biology turned out to be a stroke of luck since Natalie ended up staying with her when they went for lunch in the cafeteria. Trying to be casual about it Clara inched closer to Natalie on the bench, using the crowded table as an excuse to brush against her arm and press their bodies closer together. Natalie had a pleasant voice as she talked about seeing her cousin that weekend even as Clara stole glances through the loose neck of her t-shirt where she could see hints of Natalie's budding breasts.

Their conversation was interrupted when a boy named Travis yanked Natalie out of her seat and shoved her against the wall. The obscenity she tried to yell in response was cut short when one of his friends slammed his fist into her stomach and then all three were tearing off her clothes as she struggled and fought under their grip. This was pretty normal by now and while Clara didn't understand what made boys attractive to girls she knew that Travis and his friends must be really handsome because almost every day there seemed to be another hot girl whose fantasy for going out apparently involved being raped and killed by them.

There was blood on Travis's dick as he forced his way repeatedly into Natalie's tight snatch and her cries for him to stop became less and less coherent as he repeatedly punched her in the head while his laughing friends held her down and waited their turn. It was sad that she wasn't going to be able to hookup with her now but Clara comforted herself by discretely slipping a hand beneath her own waistband. By ignoring the boys presence she could watch Natalie writhing in naked glory as she rubbed her pussy rapidly. Biting her lip Clara silently came as Natalie began to violently convulse from brain damage and her foaming lips gave out a feral sound not too unlike a moan.