That afternoon the school took Clara and her classmates for a tour of a modern laboratory meat production plant to better understand how food was produced. Crossing the catwalk in their disposable clean paper scrubs the tour guide pointed out the room sized meat grinder below that was steadily taking the angular blocks of lab grown beef and turning them into something more palatable. The rotating blades were almost hypnotic as they spun in unison and Clara leaned over the railing to stare at them, the incessant metal whirring filling her ears and drowning out whatever the man was saying.

Standing at the edge she considered how easy it would be to just lean a little further and fall gracefully down into that giant maw of destruction. Those blades would have no problem carving up a girl her age and with the biodegradable overalls and booties she wore there wouldn't even be any meaningful contamination, just 95 pounds of additional hamburger added to the day's yield. The idle urge to simply go face first into the grinder seemed so alien and Clara wondered if this was the population control system whispering in her ear, telling her of the need to dispose of herself for the greater good.

Looking up to see if anyone else was hearing the call for death she only saw a group of students her age who seemed completely normal, which is to say that most of them appeared bored. Beside her a short haired Asian girl with captivating green eyes momentarily met Clara's gaze and without giving it any thought Clara pulled the other girl into a searing kiss while their bodies pressed together for several exhilarating seconds.

Then all it took was a firm shove and her momentary lover was sent toppling backwards over the railing. The girl must have managed a complete flip because she landed legs first in the grinder, the entire class hearing her screams of agony as the blades immediately began to grind her up. As everyone rushed to the railing they saw the doomed girl grasping onto a sharp corner for dear life, begging for someone to help her but everything below her stomach was already gone and her guts were being rapidly dragged out by the spinning machinery. Going deathly pale she stared up and spotted Clara and with a final questioning look she was yanked down and disappeared into a swirling torrent of blood and gore.

A teacher came over and gave Clara a reassuring pat on the shoulder, explaining that it was unfortunate that the other girl had to die but it was simply what the system had deemed necessary and that she should feel proud to have been chosen to help it. Proud was not exactly the way Clara would describe the wetness between her legs but if the system needed help to kill pretty girls who was she to question it. Swimming class was tomorrow and her friend Katie would probably want to have those nice breasts of hers felt up at least once before being drowned in the deep end of the pool.


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