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.