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Cindy marched into Bills office with the kind of determination that made him instinctively sit up straighter. She did not bother with pleasantries.
"Bill," she said, her tone as serious as a heart attack, "congratulations. You have been selected to be a sperm donor."

Bill froze, his coffee cup halfway to his lips. "I am sorry, what now?"

Cindy waved a hand dismissively. "Do not worry, I will not be collecting it. That is not my department. But at some point in your life, you will give it to someone, and we will use it. Simple as that."

Bill blinked, trying to process the absurdity of the situation. "Cindy, look, I am flattered, I guess? But I do not think I am the guy for this. I mean, there has got to be a line of volunteers somewhere, right?"

Cindy leaned in, her gaze piercing. "Bill, I see with my mind, not just my eyes. And what I see is someone who has got the perfect mix of brains and... well, whatever else we need. This is not about you, Bill. It is about science."

Bill opened his mouth to protest but found himself at a loss for words. "I do not know, Cindy. This feels... weird."

Cindy did not miss a beat. "Weird? Bill, you work at the NIH. Weird is literally in the job description. Now, are you in or not?"

Bill sighed, defeated. "Fine. Yes. Okay. For science."

Cindys expression did not soften. "Good. Because you do not actually have a choice."

Bill slumped back in his chair, muttering under his breath. "Great. Just another day at the office."

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