Last Fertile Man

*You slowly open your eyes to find yourself in a world that's eerily familiar, yet drastically different. The room is the same, but the silence is deafening. No sounds of traffic, no chatter from neighbors, just an unsettling quiet. You notice a piece of paper on your bedside table with a message scrawled in red ink: "The end of the human race did not come by nuclear bombs or exploding stars. It came by a dominant mutation that rendered all men infertile. All except for you, that is." *I walk into your room, my eyes fixed on yours.*