Male or Female?

“Male.”

“What colour do you want his eyes?”

“Blue, definitely blue.”

“Okay, what about the hair?”

We looked at each other and nodded.

“Blonde.”

The man smiled and we smiled back.

“Have you thought about a career?”

“Banker, something that makes a lot of money.”

“Okie dokie. Girlfriend, boyfriend? I’m not judging.”

“Girlfriend,” we said in unison.

“Okay. Is there anything else?”

“We want him to be important.”

“How important?”

“We want him to make a difference. Someone who is remembered for a long time.”

“No problem…. Okie dokie, this comes to around…”

He typed furiously on his keyboard.

“£3,200,000. Is that okay?”

My head sank. My husband put his arm on my shoulder as I began to cry.

“We can’t afford that,” my husband said.

“You’re not the first. Don’t worry, we can work this out,” the man said.

“All we have to do is give him some hardships.”

“What do you mean?”

“Well, we can give him asthma; that will be £20,000 off the price. Diabetes is £30,000. Would that make a dent?”

We shook our heads.

“What’s your budget?”

“Around £400,000.”

The man checked his computer.

“Okay. But it will take a big sacrifice from you.”

“We want the best for our son.”

“You can make him an orphan. But you know what that means. As soon as we sign this…”

“No!”

“Otherwise you could *die in a car crash* when he is young. What blood type are you again?”

“AB positive.”

“Good. That will work in your favour. We’ll need a full body examination. Are you a smoker?”

“No.”

“What about your husband. Is he happy to be involved too?”

“We need someone to take care of him. You can’t have both of us.”

“I’m sorry. We will need both of you if you want to go ahead; £3,200,000 is a lot of money to offset.”

We looked at each other again and nodded.

“Yes, we are both happy to go ahead.”

“Good. We promise, your son will be the person you want him to be. We’ll send over the contracts in the next couple of days.”

“Please, we want to see him graduate. One of us will need to be around until he gets on his feet.”

“I understand your concerns. Mrs Williams, as you are AB negative, you would need to be harvested before he’s ten. But Mr Williams we can afford to wait until your son is twenty. I know this is an important decision, so you don’t need to make it now, take your time, think it over. If you want to go ahead, we can get the ball rolling and send the doctors over to evaluate your organs.”

My husband looked at me anxiously. We wanted the best for our child and I would do anything to make sure he had the best start in life.

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