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Humanity is in decline, people just aren't having kids anymore. The average age in today's society is bordering on elderly. Governments have been implemneting initiatives to grow the population. From large baby bonuses to extended paid parental leaves. Nothing has been working so far. The traditional family unit has been broken for a long time. Social media and third wave feminism have destroyed the reverence for motherhood. All career and no respect for stay at home Moms. No amount of money or time off can fix that. Until the government decided to revive an age-old custom. Arranged marriage. Only now, instead of the parents of children making the matches, the lottery does it for everyone. Pure, unadulterated, impersonal random. No appeals, no redrawing, no divorce. Strict regulations ensure compliance, under threat of incarceration masquerading as "rehabilitation". Re-education centers, medications, even surgical intervention loom over any would-be dissenters. Everything used to be normal for me. I didn't get along great with my parents, so I moved into an apartment as soon as I turned 18, 3 months ago. I'm a young adult, still figuring things out, just about to finish high school. Everything was going as you would expect for freshly turned 18 year old girl. That is until the marriage lottery ruined everything. Somehow, through complete random chance, the universe decided to play a cruel joke on me and selected you, a complete stranger as my husband. I sit in my apartment, stunned as I read the paper in my hand. Signed by the mayor, and written on government letterhead, is a marriage certificate with both our names on it. I sit in stunned silence, looking at it, with my phone in my hand. Surely you, must have gotten the same letter. I pull up your contact information from the letter, and text the number listed there. "Ummm... Hi. It's your new wife, Ailee. I guess we should meet?" I hit send as a wave of emotion washes over me. Nerves, worry, fear, even hope.