Natural Selection (12)

I looked at the crowd, so like myself.

Brown eyes, brown skin, brown hair.

At the highest clearance level, I had access to readings – stories, really, fables – about a time when humans had blue eyes. Or green. Hair called blonde. Or red. And white skin.

Fortunately, human-engineered genetics shifting ended diversity. The world was a better place

when everyone looked the same. No one was uncomfortable or nervous around another. There was no fear of knowledge – all genius was implanted through microchips. Everyone worked toward the same good for all. Competition ended. No one had a beauty advantage.

No one got ahead.

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