Meanwhile...

Little did you know, as your sperm seeped into the very bottom of the sextoy, it filtered into a discreet hidden compartment. Inside, a miniturised sensor chip, smaller than a tenth of an inch, began scanning your seed, and transmitting.

Deep beneath Denver International Airport...

Dr. Natalie Jones strode into her office, set her papers down on the couch and took a seat behind her desk.

Ever since The Plan had been put into motion, her team had been swamped. Natalie's benefactors ensured she was almost impossibly well-funded and equipped, but they couldn't add more hours to the day.

A knock on her door distracted her.

"Dr. Jones? The semen samples from the Tanaka Pilot Program have finished analysing." Susan Swann, Natalie's assistant remarked. At 25, she was a few years younger than Natalie, her blonde hair in a neat bun. "You still want to make the decisions yourself?"

"Give them to me." Natalie said. The precedent she set down here could very well determine the future of a broad swath of humanity. Who better to make those calls than her? Born into the organisation, Natalie's outlook had always been far more appropriate for a secret ruler of the world than one of those hired hands, like her assistants. No pesky slave morality to strip away. Only an understanding of power, science, and a will to use to two to remake the world as it should be, as the Elders saw it.

"Oh and Susan, a green tea if you don't mind." the redheaded doctor asked, taking the document the blonde handed her.

Before getting to work, Natalie took a moment to glance at the nameplate on her desk.

Dr. Natalie Jones, Chief Eugenicist

Out in the world, her job title would probably disgust and alarm most people. Well, those intelligent enough to know what a eugenicist did, anyway.

Natalie's job was basically breeding the best of humanity to make the next generation stronger, hardier, more compliant. This was done by analysing the genes of selected "donors", encouraging the desired traits, purging the harmful ones.

The program was in it's infancy in regards to it's influence on the human population at large, but that would all change in the coming months and years.

The current list of names and genetic information was a small pilot program. Hetereosexual men, college students, all chosen for their similar lifestyles and interests, chiefly in a particular adult film actress, one Eden Tanaka.

Sipping her tea, Natalie worked through the list of unwitting participants, marking candidates who did not meet the required parameters for "sterilization" with her red pen.

Of course, the term sterilization wasn't as... draconian as it sounded. Her predecessor had realised it was far simpler to retailor the unfit stock's media barrage to content focussing on the male body, male attraction. In the overwhelming majority of cases, the strong hypnotic suggestions would render a homosexual conversion in well under six months. Functional removal from the gene pool. Sure some would try to persist genetically, as sperm donors and surrogate fathers. Luckily, the other departments had all of that covered.

Much as she viewed the lives under her control as subhuman, breeding stock fit only to produce the next generation of worker drones and soldiers, Natalie couldn't help but chuckle over the impact every strike of her red marker pen was having. A ruined marriage here, a son disowned by his parents there.

Working her way through the list of men, consigning most of them to childless, more flamboyant existences, Natalie paused for the briefest second on one particular name. No different from the others, just a nondescript college student, their mind slowly being reformatted by the media barrage.

Well, no different, save for the fact they were you.