Evan, age 13, white. Slice, thud.
Blood sprayed out in twin jets.

Servomotors whirred as the headless carcass fell over on its side, spilling onto the stained factory floor.

The conveyor inched forward.

Cody, age 13, white. Slice, thud. His head tumbled and rolled into the massive basin, now half filled with the severed heads of all the processed "disposables".

Tyler, age 13, hispanic. Slice, thud.
Young, slim bodies spasmed as the cold machinery tore through their tender flesh, arms and legs flexing in one final postmortem struggle.

Their eyes fluttered and widened, hardly believing it was already over, their brief existence on Earth whisked away.

Shaun, age 13, east asian. Slice, thud.
The processed bodies were unceremoniously dragged away from the machine, blood and vomit dribbling out of neck stumps. They would be further dismantled, limbs severed, stomachs cut open, pink and red organs pulled out, each corpse emptied of all value.

Steven, age 13, white. Slice, thud.

None of the shivering, petrified boys standing in line would have guessed that morning that today would be their final day. Their tickets had been punched the month before by the artificial intelligence governing the country, but such choices were never revealed to the victims.

Benjamin, age 12, white. Slice, thud.

Peter, age 12, asian. Slice, thud.

Marcus, age 13, black. Slice, thud.
Hydraulics hissed.

Kyle, age 13, white. Slice, thud.

Two more hours passed before the day's quota was reached.