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Fiction
Science Fiction
They warned us over and over until we tuned out the sound of their words. It was a mistake. By 2234, the planet was melting and teeming with people. Not enough land or resources existed to hold the world's population. By 2297, death, famine, and hunger had wiped out nearly 50% of the inhabitants of the earth. But in 2334, Kenaya Swan's grandfather developed a system to fix the damage that humanity had instilled upon itself. A way to create but limit repopulation to only those who could afford to sustain a child. Not only that, but the child could have any traits or characteristics their parents wanted. Child labs sprung up around the world. "Get your one-of-a-kind baby here!" read all of the headlines in the newspapers for years. It wasn't until the generation of Designers grew up that the people understood the damage they had done. The Swan family was the richest family in the entire world. They owned more properties and islands than the second and third wealthiest families combined. There was only one problem-- it seemed that grandpa Swan left more than his just money to Kenaya. He gave her something that could change the course of history forever.
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