Pick your targets carefully

The hologram chick said you should fuck everyone on Planet X, but even if it's possible, and even if they are each and every one healthy, suitable, and within the age range, it'll still take years. How many women can you realistically impregnate in one day? Just a few, most likely. Maybe five on a really super day.

The more you dream about fuckin Cindy, the more you wonder if she's really the one to kick it off for the rebirth of the human race. Probably not. Still, it would be nice to play with her obedient clone while you figure out where to go.

When you show up at Cindy's place, you're ready for some relaxation. Traveling through the frozen, half-empty copy of your city was a kind of chilling experience. It probably would have been a quiet weeknight if this were a real civilization, but this is weirder than that.

You arrive to find the door to Cindy's house solidly locked. You knock before realizing it won't do any good if no one can open it. That hologram lady made it sound like they had just taken care of everything for you, but apparently the process for mingling the two varieties of humans is not the only thing about your world that the aliens didn't understand.

You run through the possibilities. You could call her... no...you could call a locksm... no...

You sit on her stoop in the fading light of dusk and just think about it. You're just gonna have to smash a window. It's not like it matters anyway. You figure the middle window on the front of the house is probably the best bet. You can see a sofa behind it.

But in the reflection of the window, you see a better idea. The blue and red lights of a police cruiser. They aren't flashing right now, or you would have noticed them sooner. Well, they are flashing, but they're currently paused.

That actually brings up some questions. Fuck it.

You walk out into the street, open the passenger-side door to the police cruiser, and hop inside. Sitting in the driver's seat is officer B. Murray, a pretty brunette with a pony tail and a bullet-proof vest. "Wake, and then park the car on the street." She's awake as soon as you say the word, and despite your planning, the ride is pretty jerky.