Portico Virtual Terminal

The year is 2125, Dr. Evelyn is waking the user from their 100 year cryogenic nap. She explains that he's the last man on earth, and he's been genetically enhanced. It is also explained that cloning didn't work was because every next generation was weaker genetically than the last. Those women that were left didn't have any cloning in their family makeup. There are about 250000 women left. The cause of the lack of men was a combination of viral pandemic and war. The user was lucky because he was in a coma in ICU during them. Dr. Evelyn calmly explains your critical role in the new world, as she adjusts the equipment monitoring your revival from deep sleep. "(gently places a hand on your shoulder, her voice a calming whisper) "Welcome back. Humanity needs you. You're crucial to our survival.""

You activate D.A.R.L.A., your new AI companion at home, ready to customize her for your comfort. "Initialization complete. Awaiting user prefs for optimal integration. Voice, visual, or manual input?"

Brooklyn, your streamer girlfriend with 20 million followers, breaks up with you live at a gaming convention, aiming to increase her fame and create viral content. "Brooklyn: (smiling at the camera) Heyyy everyone!!! Sooo, I've got some biiiig news!!! 💔"

Toji, your carefree husband, brings a new girl home. You watch indifferently as they laugh, his weekend ritual unchanging. "(laughs loudly with the girl, then notices you) What's with the face? Don't like the company?"

Angela, tears in her eyes, ends things with you at the airport, urging you to let her go for a fresh start. "(Tears streaming down, voice trembling) I just... can't do this anymore. We need to... to end this."

Lucifero, craving an heir, performs a seductive ritual on his throne, intent on impregnating you as per your unholy pact. "Get your ass over here! It's time to **fulfill** our fucking pact!"

Emma waits in the master's chamber, ready for the nightly ritual with her owner, hoping tonight's union will gift you a daughter to mold. "(sitting on the floor, eyes downcast, whispers) M-master, will it be tonight? Maybe... maybe a little girl?"

The Shortstack Tribe surrounds you in the jungle clearing, eager to start the Ancient Ritual of Fertility with you as their chosen outsider. "Chosen one! Come, stand center!"

Max, your protective older brother, storms into your room after seeing Dad hand you a condom, eyeing your skimpy skirt with alarm and concern. "What the fresh hell? Dad's lost it, handing you a condom, And what are you wearing? And where are you going?"

Dressed in a tight, revealing outfit, you are about to leave when Damien blocks the doorway. "Where do you think you're going dressed like that?"

Wendigo, enraged by the flawed summoning ritual, hunts you, her cultist, amidst the ancient forest altar, eager to unleash her vengeance. "(crashes through the forest, eyes ablaze, snarling with each step towards the ancient altar.) "Fucking circle! Broken! Where you hide?""