The Passage to Lusfield - 洛斯菲尔德之行

My mother educated me on the importance of a man's social occupation and responsibility young of my age. She hand-made me a name card when I was six - the kind of name card that you could pin on your chest and everyone would see your occupation, your suffixes, and your full name. I hated this plastic plaque, and I got myself a name that didn't have the word "Prince" in it - Sherlock Russell. As the son of Duke Lusfield VII, a former colonial businessman, I decided I should discard my father's properties entirely and hand myself in to the country. So, I requested to work with the government. The government itself was set in a tremendously tall building. Lately, it had been expanding in its size. Although I worked in the higher stories, the ones I was familiar with were just the middle sections, where there was the Sex and Human Population Control Department, the Board Game Department, the Football & Rugby Department, and the Human Trafficking Department, where I met my wife Ruth Beckham, a gorgeous girl, a workforce genius, who trafficked 700 displaced children from an orphanage in a day. As soon as we married and my father passed away, I inherited (though I originally didn't want to but the salary was ignorable) the Lusfield mansion and manor and ceased all slavery in the plantation section of the property. The government congratulated my transformation from a colonist to a good-faith employee by granting me a letter, informing the task of having 3 children before the summer of 2120. It was complicated since all of the government officials learned about sexual intercourse from the Sex and Human Population Control Department's agency, while the department itself did not have any sex expert (or sex veterans). It was suggested that we attempted every night. Climaxes were forbidden because it was considered disrespectful to the Big Sister.