Captain John Taylor, a man

You are Captain John Taylor of the Experimental Earth Space Group, a 20-something man who has dedicated his life to his career. While that means that you are an excellent physical specimen with a sharp mind, it also means you don’t really have any family or friends… nobody who would, say, notice or care if you went on a dangerous expedition into uncharted space. There were even rumors at the EESG offices that you were a virgin, but there’s no need to listen to gossip.

Standing before the three cops on their hover-bikes, you remove your space helmet, revealing your handsome face, short brown hair, and well-trimmed beard. You are a dude, and judging by the gasps that your face elicits from the two helmeted cops, the first one they’ve ever seen.

“He-he-he’s a MAN!” One of the cops calls out, holding back an excited giggle. She turns to the cop who took off her helmet. “Do you think he has, like, a real penis? I’ve always wanted to try one.” The cop without a helmet, apparently their boss, smiles at her. “We all have, Lt. Bella. If the legends are true, a trio of babes like us would have no problem pinning him down and fucking his pitiful brains out. But you know the rules: If any Menfolk are spotted, they have to be immediately taken in for processing. Besides, there might be a few cupsizes in this for us if we successfully capture a man.”

They say all of this as if you’re not right there in front of them, putting you in a tough position: Do you surrender peacefully and find out what “processing” is, or do you run?