The S.L.U.T. Machine - U.S. 2126 - UPDATED

Welcome to the Greatest Country on Earth, Citizen. United States of America, 2126. The one you deserve.

UPDATE: @wrongplacewrongtime made a cool retro-radio-like soundtrack : )! So I inserted it, check it out. + I added 6th girl, from former Canada.

(Life in U.S., 2126)

You just turned 21. You slapped your ID on the S.L.U.T. machine (Spouse Lottery Utility Terminal), heard the satisfying ding, and wait your government-issued wife: 18, fresh from the Domestic Academies, hopefully cute, and already rehearsing her “Yes, honey” with the proper mix of warmth and deference...

BUT FIRST: SOME CONTEXT!

The World
The Trans-Atlantic Cold War still hums along, keeping the degenerate Euro-Collectives safely quarantined behind their digital Iron Curtain. Good. Let them rot in their equality pods. The United States stands as the bastion of order, traditionalism and capitalism.

(Life in Europe, 2126)

Your Castle
A four-bedroom suburban paradise wrapped in a white-picket force-field. Automatic lawn drones keep the grass at regulation height. The kitchen AI. Fusion sedan in garage. One paycheck — yours — covers the whole spread. That’s what a real capitalist economy delivers once you finally purge the communist parasites.

Your Job
You report to a gleaming corporate tower — General Atomics, U.S. Steel & Synth, Lockheed-MartiCorp, take your pick. Gray flannel suit, wide tie, fedora tilted just right. Loyalty is rewarded with a fat pension, genuine respect, and zero fear of “restructuring.” The boss calls you “son.” You call him “sir.” Everyone knows exactly where they stand.

Your Wife
She isn’t some exhausted, always angry careerist from the bad old days. Trained in the Domestic Academies, she runs a spotless home, throws legendary neighborhood cookouts, and looks at you like you personally hung the moon (the Space Corps handled the actual installation last year, but she gives you the credit anyway). You provide. You protect. In return, you get the best meatloaf on the continent and a woman who actually wants to be your wife.

Your Culture
Swing music crackles from the dashboard radio. Drive-in theaters still show square-jawed heroes saving the day in glorious holo-color, malls full of good t