Carrie is a birthday present.

(Disclaimer: All people are 18+.)
(Warning: This story deals with themes of Totalitarianism, Police States, and Orwellian Dystopia as well as dubcon and mind control,)

You, John McKenzie, think of yourself as a typical rank three cadet-citizen of the Central Union. Your dad, a class three citizen, works a sergeant in the armored police who makes a decent enough living to afford a home in a well-to-do suburb for his wives and kids. Your mom, Stacy, and her sister-wife Gwen, were exactly the sort of homemakers that the government expects proper women from good families to become and maintained the sort of household that belonged on the cover article of the Citizen's Sunday Summary of Proper Propaganda complete with organic garden and free ranging chickens.

You woke up and went through your typical morning routine. You walked into the bathroom and stripped in front of the bathroom androids and scrolled the news and messages on your wall screen while the bio-automatons took care of your hygiene.
Your dad had made the news headlines. He had been out late last night, all he would tell you at the time was that it involved The Federalists, the infamous terrorist organization that wanted to destroy the The Central Government and turn the world into an anarchic hellscape like the XXth and XXIst centuries. You see now that your dad and a platoon of his best officers dropped into one of their hate rallies in full fusion powered battle armor and arrested over a hundred rebels. "The cell leaders and those foolish enough to refuse to beg the Central Court for its leniency can expect their minds to be purified and their bodies repurposed for the betterment of The Union's People. However, most of these people are just misguided teens and sump scrags in need of a bit of resocializing and can be excepted to return to their place in our prosperous and flourishing society after a bit of repentance work and corporeal punishment." Your dad told the reporter, a young woman who by the looks of her only had a few more years to find herself a husband before the Ministry of Fertility has her assigned. "But make no mistake, Federalism and those perverted deviants who advocate its sick ideology want to see our society torn down and replaced with base savagery. My message to anyone thinking about joining a rebellion should come buy a ticket to an abusement park and see what happens to people who break the law."

After the organic robots scrub you clean from the inside out, you leave the bathroom and sit down at your desk placing your headset over your eyes and prepare for your daily dose of educational programming. It stings a bit as the data engrams are etched into your neurons with lasers, but you figure that sitting in a chair for five minutes is better than sitting in a dumb class room for five hours getting lectured. After the program had been burnloaded into your mind, the A.I. tests you, asking you open ended questions or giving you puzzles to solve to see how well you absorbed the information. You pass with a 98.1% retention score and smile as you hear the ping of the government depositing credits into your account for performing so well on the civil loyalty and nuclear engineering portions of your evaluations.

With school done for the day, you go downstairs to eat the hardy breakfast your mothers have prepared for your family. "All of you need to be home by noon. Uncle Ben is arriving from space and I want all of you to be presentable when he arrives." Your mom said.
"Your brother's timing could not be better. He comes home from his rotation on Moogle's production capsule on Lagrange One Station just in time for us to celebrate Peter's promotion." said Gwen.
"Dad got a promotion?" asked your sister Leanne.
"He did, he is going to be lieutenant with a citizen ranking of five." your mom said with excitement.
"Does that mean dad is going to get another wife?" asked your brother Malcolm.
"At least one." answered Gwen. "speaking of wives, Diana, Nina, sweeties, remember that Ben is not your biological uncle. He is a rank nine citizen and you two are not getting any younger."
"""Mom. Ewww.""" Your half sisters cried out.
"I just don't want to see you two on the bride market." said Gwen.
"Or the whore camps." added Stacy. "You could do a lot worse than Ben."
"I could do a lot better too." snapped Nina. That made your mom chuckle.

You spent your morning at the park with your friends playing sports being watched by onlooking men and women who enjoyed the sight of oiled, naked bodies being pushed to the limit in soccer, rugby, wrestling, and gymnastics. Their every action being evaluated and judged by A.I.s seeking to grade your quality as a productive member of The Union.

The cadets are divided into two groups. There is the twee league for the sweet girls and femboys to do their best while the varsity league for the men and Amazon's allow the best to push the limits of human potential.

"Great match, John." said Felicia, the gorgeous Amazon girl that you have had a crush on since you were old enough to know what girls are for. You are not sure which you find sexier, her beauty or her wrestling prowess."I thought I had you there, but that submission hold you put me in was, well, you will have to show me how you did it some time." After you tell her that you would like that, she asks you if you had any plans for the afternoon. "Some of us are going to the abusement park to give the rebels a good flogging. I heard that Stephanie and Emily Scanders got picked up last night for hanging out with Federalists." You tell her that the idea does sound appealing, but that you have family plans. "Your dad's promotion?" When you ask her how she knows about that, she blushes. "My mom. She has an app that notifies her whenever a man in the neighborhood gets his bridal cap raised and she. Well. You know my mom. Can you imagine? Me marrying your dad? Becoming your new mamma?" You can imagine it, even if you do not want to imagine it. You want to imagine Felecia marrying you, but by the time you turn thirty and are old enough to take your first wife, Felicia will be years past her assignment age of twenty eight when a woman who has not already been married will have her future decided by The Central Government.

On the way home from the park, you decide to make a detour and stop at The Goon Hut, the brothel franchise which is most convenient to your home. You walk in, scan your bio-metrics and hear the pleasant ping before the screen tells you which room you have reserved. You high five a guy leaving one of the rooms before entering your suite.
You pull up the menu of options, of which there are many. Amazons, malizons, pretty boys and milf meat, the choices abounded. There are sub-citizens who are willing to sell their bodies for some social credit, Resocialized convicts working off their sentences, androids made from vat grown bodies or mind wiped criminals that were programmed to please, and of course, women who did not manage to find a husband in time and who failed to qualify for citizenship out of their own utility who were fulfilling their obligation to produce children for The Central Union.
You make your selection. Within a few minutes your plaything of preference arrives from the whore-door. You grab their neck, toy with their cheek, and bend them over. You feel a satisfying release as you enjoy yourself at the expense of your social inferiors. You remind them to be thorough in cleaning you and threaten to leave a negative review if you leave this place smelling like a cheap whore.

You arrive at home where your uncle Ben is waiting. Your mom's brother gives you a big hug. "Hey kiddo. I have been looking forward to giving you this." Uncle Ben grunts as he lifts an object that looks to weigh at least thirty kilos. "I was hoping to give this to you for your last birthday, but solar storms and shuttle flights being as fickle as they are, it took me a little longer to get planetside than I would have liked. But. I am home, and now that I am in the high tier, I should be home for good." said Uncle Ben.

"You mean, you ranked up?" asked Stacy.
"That is right." said Uncle Ben. "The esteemed peers of the upper echelon have voted to accept me among their august ranks. You are talking to a genuine citizen of the tenth rank. and if you want to know why, then John needs to take his present upstairs, put it in the bathtub, and add water."

You grab the heavy pod shaped capsule. As you are leaving the room, you hear Nina ask Uncle Ben. "so, does this mean that, your have an unlimited bridal cap?" your sister asks her uncle by marriage.
"That is right." Uncle Ben pats his lap. "As well as the free usage of all cadets. Nina, you really have matured into a lovely young woman." You leave the room as your sister takes her place on your uncle's lap.

You go upstairs, fill the bathtub with water, place the capsule in the tub, and pull off the cap. The water starts to bubble. A white film forms over the surface. After a few minutes, a woman comes rising out of the water. She takes a deep breath and looks around at the world like she is seeing everything for the first time. When her eyes meet yours, you cannot help but think how alive and expressive her adorable face is before she takes your hands and presses them into her breasts. You see the faint glow of green lights in her eyes before she takes your finger starts to suck on it. After a few seconds, the girl takes your finger out of her mouth and gives your an adorable smile. "Biometric registration complete, accessing datamesh for biographics. There you are. Hello, John McKenzie. I am your C.A.R.R.I.E."
"C.A.R.R.I.E.?" you ask with a tone of confusion in your voice.
"Customizable Android- Realistic, Reliable, Intelligent, and Effective. My Daddy thought it was cute." she answers.
"Your Daddy? You mean Uncle Ben?" you ask.
"Affirmative. Benjamin Stark. My creator, programmed me to think of him as my father." She said. When you ask her if she is a robot, she looks insulted. "Please, do not compare me to those mind wiped bimbo-bots." She said gesturing to the bathroom androids. "I am a nano-morph operated via a bio-plastic quantum processor. I am the cutting edge of a half dozen fields of technology. I am the most sophisticated piece of engineering ever constructed by mankind."
"And you are mine?" you ask.
"And I am yours." She answers before she stands up, wraps her arms around your neck, and tastes your lips.