"This year, we are investigating ways of securing the future for the all Panem." The voice announced loftily.
John looked from side to side, wondering if the voice was inside his head, or announcing his location to the other trainee tributes.
"The contestants this year, will all be male." The voice continued, "At least to begin with... we are planning on making motherhood a more desireable career to ensure a healthy and vibrant population."
John froze, as it sank in.
"So..."
"So each weapon will still cut and kill, although wounds will tend to generate a female characteristic. The blades are coated with a layer of nanites, to give a girl a curvy ass... or wide hips... a generous bust... or a libido boost..."
The disembodied voice seemed to be enjoying this particular revelation.
"So the winner...."
"Yes, John... if you keep your manhood intact, and win through, you will have a harem of willing women... literal conquests -snort- Although, if you fail... you might find yourself eager to be pregnant, obedient, blessed with a submissive nature ... or if you prefer dead."
"You bastards..." he cursed, trying not to linger too much on what the next few days might involve.
"Just think of it as saving Panem... Who wouldn't want a willing, happy wife. You could become the poster girl for the whole country."
Growling in Frustration, he handled his cache of weapons more carefully, not wanting to accidentally cut himself.
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