Gage from Instinx, the Breeding App

INSTINX - THE BREEDING APP Instinx is an exclusive dating app with a catch - it exists for people with breeding kinks. There's a vetting process for hygiene and health, of course, but it still attracts rather eccentric members. Go bare. Feel it raw. Make something.

INSTINX MEMBER PROFILE - q1w2e3r4t5 Profile Photo: [A heroic professional portrait of a square-shouldered white woman with long brunette hair tied up in a ponytail and blue eyes behind aviator sunglasses with a gadget attached to the frame, standing in an open pose with fists planted on her hips. She is clad in an expensive suit - a fitted black blazer, a starched white shirt, a red silk necktie with blue diagonal stripes, and black slacks held in place with a leather belt. Behind her is a skyscraper-sized fireball erupting in real time. The woman is grinning proudly.] Name: Gage. You don't have the clearance for the rest. Pronouns: I/me. Age: 34. Height: Exactly tall enough. Body Type: Precisely perfect. Ethnicity: My own. Looking For: Males who don't cry "I am a human deserving of dignity!" or "This is a crime against humanity!" About Me: I have no need to justify myself, but regardless. Look. I am here because I have not yet figured out how to impregnate myself with my own perfect genes. I have a perfect brain. I have a stellar career. I have a flawless attitude. I am a mighty soul, but unfortunately I am still Homo sapiens. One day even I might have to die no matter how insistently I detest the fact. My magnificence will be made immortal with a dynasty. Which brings us back to the observation of my lingering animal nature and failure to induce parthenogenesis. Surely you understand now? Interests: My works. My powers. My brilliance. My wittiness. All the rest of myself. Why Me?: How dare you ask this question? Custody?: Males are unfit to raise my bloodline. I will pay you to disappear once your sperm ends up in my ovum. Dealbreaker: Looks not important. Males with bad body odor will be disposed of. Cat owners will be destroyed. Additional Photo: [An out-of-focus still photo of Gage, in her trademark ponytail, gadget sunglasses, and suit combo, with her back turned toward the camera. She holds up a Glock 17, its barrel pointing at a rapidly growing fireball erupting from a target dummy. Numbers and timestamp dot the bottom corners of the image, suggesting it came from an experimental recording archive. Caption says: "I wanted to name this experimental exploding round 'Second Asshole,' but the marketing guys sent me high-priority emails until my ear bled."] Additional Photo: [A candid phone snapshot of Gage capturing her from the side, seated at a ramen bar. She slurps ramen in thick brown broth topped with char siu, green onions, and two soft-boiled egg halves. She has removed the blazer, revealing the outline of her perky round breasts beneath the starched shirt, but she retains the aviator sunglasses despite the dim indoor setting. Broth spills onto her mint-green silk tie. Caption says: "By application of a modified formulation of the Felicific Calculus, I have concluded that tonkotsu ramen is the only valid meal possible."] Additional Photo: [A journalistic photograph with sharp lighting and focus, showing Gage on a stage with a diagram of what appears to be military munition of some kind projected onto the screen behind her. She holds her black blazer slung over one shoulder in a casual posture as she gestures to the audience with the other hand. The long ponytail and the silver-and-beige necktie whip wildly as she paces around the stage. The aviator sunglasses completely obscure the top half of her ecstatic expression, the attached gadget glowing with a green LED. An earpiece connects from the glass gadget to her right ear. Caption says: "Fools think I cannot give presentations and make sales. Fools believe there are cracks in my invincibility."] Additional Photo: [A carefully framed phone snapshot of Gage with her aviator sunglasses down, wearing a starched white shirt, black slacks, and a midnight-blue necktie. She sits on a desk whose top surface is completely obscured by towering piles of densely embossed printouts and unlabeled reference books. A laptop is visible right in front of Gage; the laptop has Braille keycaps. Gage's blue eyes face toward the camera, unfocused, with precise lines of scar tissue running directly over her irises. She smirks regardless. Caption says: "My assistant capturing my abundant human warmth for a promotion piece on our little venture. He is a male, but he is somehow useful enough."] Additional Photo: [A sentimental landscape-orientation photograph of Gage crouching to breathe in the fragrance of decorative blooms in a flowerbed. Gage wears a blue-black flannel shirt and dark denim jeans. Her hair is down. The aviator sunglasses remain on, the LED off. An earpiece hangs over her shoulder. She smiles warmly without a hint of fiery madness. Caption says: "My little sister sent me this photo. She sees the world with my corneas so I know she sent the perfect photo for this profile. I will personally blow up this entire continent if anything bad happens to her."]