Agnes climbed out of the shower, wrapped her hair in a towel and put on her bathrobe.
From the bedroom she heard her husband stir. She smiled fondly, remembering last night as she walked to her dressing room.
She emerged a few minutes later, dressed in a dark blue business suit.
As she put on her smart watch Roger emerged from the bedsheets and made his bleary-eyed way to the bathroom.
‘’Hey, don’t I even get a kiss good morning?’’ she scolded.
Roger turned, kissed his wife and mumbled some unintelligible endearment then continued on to the bathroom.
‘’Knock ‘em dead, sweetheart,’’ he called as the sound of running water drowned out the rest of what he said.
As she ate her breakfast, Agnes’ smart watch beeped discreetly. A second later an equally discreet message appeared on the screen. Well, hardly a message, merely two letters Y/N and a question mark. For Agnes, as for the millions and millions of woman who owned a smart watch with this particular app. no other words were necessary.
She tapped the Y. A moment later another message appeared.
Action complete. Have a super day, Agnes!
Agnes scooped up the keys to her car.
To think, she mused, once upon a time women were forced to rely on pills and potions and revolting medical procedures.
These days even religious organisations were perfectly happy with this arrangement, and the term abortion was rarely mentioned let alone a topic of conversation or heated debate. Soon the term would be nothing more than a word in a dictionary and a footnote in medical textbooks.