My town was a collection of nests, a factory for manufacturing babies. I was a tool for the town’s good, in two senses. Firstly, I had to study hard to become a work tool. Secondly, I had to be a good girl, so that I could become a reproductive organ for the town. I would probably be a failure on both counts, I thought.
Interesting that studying and working is included in her society considering most want women to be uneducated and at home popping out babies
