It must've been early June when I was passed by a parade of queer-looking individuals celebrating their freedom. They tied a flowery lei around my neck and informed me that gender was over.

I was overjoyed to hear this.

Whereas before representatives of the human race were narrow-mindedly divided into categories representing "males" and "females", I now knew that such notions were obsolete.

I rushed into my laboratory and started experimenting.

The half-formed fetuses and embryos, which I had carefully preserved in formaldehyde, had thus far been unable to reproduce. But now gender was no more.

Soon my creations had reproduced and my laboratory was echoing with the cries of the genderless, the patriarchy finally beaten. Now freed from the shackles, my offspring could roam free.

And so they certainly did.

They soon broke free from the specimen containers, and seemed to recognize me as their God and creator, before brutally tearing me to pieces and consuming what was left. I gladly surrendered my life for the knowledge that mankind would no longer be held hostage by such pitiful binary constraints.

My offspring took to the streets, consuming everything in their path. Young or old, nobody was spared.

They are my children. They are my pride.