“He let out a yell of joy. They danced round the room. Pressure of population was such that reproduction had to be strict, controlled. Childbirth required government permission. For this moment, they had waited four years. Incoherently they cried their delight.”

—  Brian W. Aldiss, book Super-Toys Last All Summer Long

Super-Toys Last All Summer Long (1969)

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