Just got my weekly genetic fitness report from the Bureau of Breeding. Top 0.1% again. The nurse who delivered it was completely naked, her large breasts swaying as she handed me the tablet. Of course I got hard immediately. She just smiled, looked down at my cock, and said 'Looks like the data checks out.' Sometimes I wonder if they plan these things. The worst part? I had to walk home with this raging erection, every woman on the street tracking my progress like I'm some public utility that's come online. This city turns biology into performance art.