The Rising Dead

In the comfy armchair you sit, a soft and warm blanket covering you from the cold breeze outside. The TV runs a old but gold show named "Supertrons" that reminds you of your childhood. In your lap lays a bowl of the leftover Chinese food you had last night, heated up. The heaters on run full-blast. You look outside the window, where kids play in the snow, happily laughing. You think about yourself for a bit. Are you a male or a female?