[ WP ] 100 years in the future , the Human Genome Project is complete . Everyone has their genome mapped out from birth , and has it printed on their ID . People can be determined `` unfit to breed , '' and discrimination based on genome is common .

`` I'm not afraid to be what I am, and to live in the light of the day.'' 
 
 He threw back his head and laughed, looking at me with that devil may care smile that I hated and envied. I could n't bear to meet his gaze any longer and I just stared at the room we were in. Dirty mattress on the concrete floor, cracking concrete I might add. This shit was supposed to last 200 years and it had barely been 20 and already it was falling to shit, water leaking through the cracks. It's where people like us went, where we were stored. Because we were n't needed. 
 
 `` You are n't afraid of what exactly? What more could they do with us anyway?'' I laughed a bit, more bitter than I probably should be, hey, they let us live do n't they? My eyes went from the leaking ceiling to meet his eyes. It's hard to think that someone as beautiful as him could be `` UNFI'', UNFIT TO BREED. It was easy when it came to me. I was an asthmatic who carried rheumatoid arthritic genes. If I had children there was a damn good chance I'd pass one or both of those things along. I looked weak. He was beautiful. I'd heard that he had CHOSEN to be labeled UNFI, or he'd created a situation to land him here with the rest of us. Living out cold and desperate lives. He was a beautiful blonde sun god and I fucking loved him and hated that I was afraid that he'd go away. 
 
 `` Besides, they like it when we're gay, it saves them the trouble of having to sterilize us anyway.'' I leaned back on the mattress and grabbed a pack of cigarettes. I was over my ration for the month, which really just meant I got bonus cigarettes next month... They liked it when we smoked, soon enough we'd be gone. 
 
 They liked it, he did n't. He crawled over on top of me and grabbed the package, pushing my arm down and crushing it in his hand, throwing it against the wall and scowling at me. `` No more. Whatever life we have... we live it truly.'' 
 
 His lips pressed down on mine, and damn if I could n't let him go.
