Gen

Sorry for not writing the last couple of days.

I have been busy,

busy,

busy!

Here is a

Flash Fiction Story

I dreamt up yesterday.
Written on my iPhone.

Entitled

Gen!

*****

“Yes Mrs. Bautista, you came to see me just at the right time. You are pregnant, with a healthy baby girl,” states Doctor Shivago. “Have you given any thoughts to what you are going to name the child?”

“Gen,” Mrs. Bautista replies.

Not caring or not hearing what name Mrs. Bautista has told him, Doctor Shivago continues by saying, “If you had waited until after your first month of pregnancy, the price would be doubled for any genetic enhancements you wish to have for your child.”

“First, let me ask you this, Doctor Shivago. You have screened for all known birth and mental defects?” asks Mrs. Bautista.

“Yes Ma’am.”

“You can assure me that my baby will not need any manipulation in those areas?”

“Yes Ma’am.”

“Okay,” Bautista says bluntly. “I want my baby to grow up without any genetic enhancements then.”

“Do you know what you are asking? What kind of world will your child grow up in?” asks a befuddled Shivago. “She will grow up with average beauty. An IQ probably in the range of 130 to 190. She’ll have normal muscle and bone growth. She will be less attractive, less intelligent, smaller, slower, weaker, than everyone around her!”

“She will not look like everyone else, where you can’t tell one child from the next,” says a defiant Bautista. “She will be excited about learning and see the wonder of the world around her. My daughter will grow to what used to be called a normal size for her age 100 years ago. With no brain imputed computer instructing her about every fact known to mankind. No enhanced generated genetic height requirements to enlist in the military or police academy. Just a plain normal girl growing up the way it was always intended.”

“You know I will have to report you to the authorities!” says Shivago emphatically. “You and your family will be sent to Mars, to live among all the other normal humans, for the rest of your lives!”
Mrs. Bautista Looks at him smiling and says, "I welcome the opportunity!"

 This is,
Wondering What I Would Do In That Situation,
Jim Hauenstein,

And,

“Human beings are ultimately nothing but carriers-passageways- for genes. They ride us into the ground like racehorses from generation to generation. Genes don't think about what constitutes good or evil. They don't care whether we are happy or unhappy. We're just means to an end for them. The only thing they think about is what is most efficient for them.”
- Haruki Murakami -

That is my story and I am sticking to it!

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