geneticengineering. - Imagine it is your eighteenth...

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Imagine it is your eighteenth birthday, you blow out the candles on your chocolate cake, your friends call you up and you drive around town, smoking recently purchased Gauloises and blasting music obnoxiously in your car. You stumble through the doorway, tired but happy, as you had one of the best nights of your life. Your parents call you over to the kitchen, set a cup of tea in front of you, and begin to explain that they genetically enhanced you. Your hair was originally blonde, not brown, you had only average IQ, that admission into Brown wasn’t really all your hard work, but rather it was money, an investment in your genes. You were actually six foot one, but they decided that you should be daintier, and made you five foot six. Finally, your trademark violet eyes were actually a dull hazel. Your hands shake as you bring the cup of tea to your mouth, and you try to swallow the information. However, you cannot, because you realize you are not living in your own body.
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