The Last of Our Kind

Our world is ending. Not because of a war or a plague, but because we can't find our mates. We have been told for our entire lives that our world is great, all things considered. There are no wars, no political strife, or disease. The only issue is... anatomical, really. You physically can't have children with someone who isn't your chosen one. The population did too well for too long, now there are too many people to sort through. Finding your person is nearly impossible. So now we-the las...