Audiobook Fiction - 2BR02B short story by Kurt Vonnegut
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Everything was perfectly swell. There were no prisons, no slums, no insane asylums, no cripples, no poverty, no wars. All diseases were conquered. So was old age. Death barring accidents was an adventure for Volunteers. The population of the United States was stabilized at 40 million souls. One bright morning in the Chicago, lying in hospital, a man named Edward K. Welling Jr, waited for his wife to give birth. He was the only man waiting. Not many people were born a day anymore. Welling was 56. A mere stripling. In a population whose average age was 129 X rays had revealed that his wife was going to have triplets. The Children would be his first young. Welling was hunched in his chair, his head in his hand. He was so rumpled, so still and colorless as to be virtually invisible. His camouflage was perfect since the waiting room had a disorderly and demoralized air too. Chairs and ashtrays had been moved away from the walls. The floor was paved with spattered drop clothes. The room was being redecorated. It was being redecorated as a memorial to a man who had volunteered to die