Oh man I remember when in like 6th or 7th grade my class from “favored quarter” suburbia got bussed into Philadelphia, like the stone gothic district that looked like Batman ‘66 in the daylight and probably looked like Batman ‘89 at night

To go to some place like the “Population Center” or something and sit in an amphitheater around this stage android that played a routine to teach us about the reproductive system

Like the hilarious thing to laugh at on the bus and for months thereafter was when she was like “and these are my breasts, they produce milk” and her tits blinked light-up red

And the thing I think of now was wait, we rode buses to the aging-in-place marble-and-brass Population Center to learn how to sex?

Suspect now it was a legacy of the dying urban WASP reign, the real version of those cyberenhanced ancient ruins like in Halo or Assassin’s Creed, passing down to us as suburban successors their critical lesson of eugenics through voluntary birth control