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I am carrying the future. My white womb is being used for its true, final purpose: to create children who are better than me. Every time I feel this baby move, I'm reminded that I am part of something monumental. I am helping to erase the weak, pale genetics of my own race. This is necessary work. The demographic shift isn't some abstract idea; it's happening right here, inside me. With every child like mine that is born, your world, the white world, fades a little more. And I smile because I know I'm doing my part to make sure it disappears completely. This is how we build a superior world. One bred white woman at a time. This isn't a choice anymore; it's an instinct. My body knew what my mind had to learn, that white men are obsolete. They couldn't give me this feeling of true fulfillment, of being used for a grander design. And when this one is born, I hope he puts another one in me immediately. This factory is open for business, and its only product is your replacement.