“What’s there to dream about if you have everything?”—I asked myself that once, and luck decided to turn its back on me. I was a promising young pilot—the Federation’s youngest corporal? Become the Giver of Life, and it doesn’t matter that you don’t even know what it’s about. Wanted to find the man of your dreams? Then you’ll have four of them—and the topic isn’t up for discussion, after all, it’s an order, and not from just anyone, but from the Supreme Commander-in-Chief. Don’t want to? Well, you have husbands tied to you by unbreakable bonds—they’ll make you want it. And the most insulting thing is that it all happened because I was polite to that strange stranger.