The Pod Generation Page

Rachel found an underground forum called — women and men who rejected pod gestation entirely. They met in abandoned warehouses, in basement clinics, in the greenhouses of old farms where the soil still smelled of rain.

Rachel nodded. “Can I hear the heartbeat?” The Pod Generation

You knew me before you saw me, her mother used to say. I carried you under my heart. Rachel found an underground forum called — women

Rachel held her against her bare chest, skin to skin, feeling the frantic flutter of that tiny heart against her own. “Can I hear the heartbeat

Nothing.

“And that’s why you have this scar,” Luna said, tracing a small line on Rachel’s abdomen from a later, natural birth — her brother, Mateo.

A low, watery thrum filled the room. Lub-dub. Lub-dub. Rachel’s eyes stung. Mark squeezed her hand, but his attention was on his own tablet, where work messages were piling up.