Flawed Genetics

Prologue

Fifty years ago, the United States government fell.

Chaos, violence, and fear became the normal, and the population dropped drastically, causing panic across the world.

Finally, after twenty-five years of civil war, a group of well known English scientists created an answer.

At first, the patients were forced, and tested on against their will, but eventually, after years of success, they came voluntarily.

Women who were newly found pregnant, and whose fetus were in the developing point, were able to take series of tests to have genes genetically implanted into their forming infant.

The results were amazing and conclusive.

As the population grew and new generations were genetically created, the scientist's ideas grew as well. They believed that they could genetically form a newborn into whatever they thought. They could create a human being into the perfect police officer, or doctor, or even a garbage man.

Now, twenty-five years later, a new society of humans have formed. The old generations have been destroyed, and are now only distant memories to those who remember.

I never knew the old generations, but I've heard stories. Stories of young adults going to something called, college. My grandfather explained it to me as similar to an EF - Educational Facility. Unlike the EF, they went there to follow their dreams.

My generation, like so many before it, don't need to go anywhere to follow our dreams. Our dreams were imbedded into our genes, and it's just the way we were created.

I call the kids in my generation, The GCs - The Genetically Created. Most of the female GCs were made for creating more GCs, but I was lucky enough to get the genes of survivalist.

One and a thousand female GCs get those genes, and I was one of the few.

But I'm different.

My mind is supposed to be clear, and just flow with what I work with, since it's supposed to come easily. It does, sometimes. But unlike everyone else, I get doubts. Doubts that what the scientists of the country are doing is a good thing.

When our genes are created, it's like our choice of mind is taken from us. Mine wasn't.

I'm not like the GCs, and as far as I know, I'm the only one of my kind. The only one who knows is my grandfather, and he told me that I need to hide it from the new government - the English scientists who arrived in the first place.

He thinks that if they find out, that I'll be in danger, and he's probably right.

So I remain hidden. I hide my second thoughts, and try to act as if I'm just like everyone else in my generation. It's hard, but I've been doing for two years now and I'm used to it.

I probably could've done it my entire life, but then he came.