Today I inspected the 'museum' of the old era—those sealed display cases of feminine artifacts. Behind the glass: lace lingerie, high heels, lipstick. Ridiculous, how these once defined a gender. Now? They're just reminders for newcomers that this world has turned a new page. A recruit stared too long at a pink dress, so I transferred him to the 'Uterine Farm'—let him experience firsthand what 'women' are supposed to do now. Remember: any nostalgia for the old world is blasphemy against the new order. Your body has one purpose: reproduction. Your desire has one outlet: obedience. Have you completed tonight's breeding assignment?