[ WP ] One day , everyone wake up with wings like angel , soon after scientists found that the colour of the wings are depend on your character . The better your character is , the cleaner ( more close to snow white ) the wings are . Yours is decently grey but your family , girl/boyfriend are dark as hell

That day I woke up and my new wings were poking into the dark oak headboard. 
 
 “ What the- ” 
 
 Alice was gone. Something urgent had obviously called her. Occupational hazards of being the most powerful woman in the free world. I shook my wings. “ Very funny, Tara. ” My daughter couldn ’ t hear me, but she had obviously stuck them on with some sort of adhesive. I stretched, yawned and tried to pull them off. It hurt like hell. As I was contemplating what sort of punishment to give Tara, Alice walked in. She, too, was sporting a pair of wings, but they were dark as coal. One feather, however, had a white tip. There were massive circles under her eyes, and I got the feeling she had been up all night. 
 
 “ Did she put the wings on you too? What will she come up with next. This is worse than April Fool ’ s Day when she tried to issue a First Daughter ’ s executive order for tax-free jellybeans. ” 
 
 “ It ’ s not funny, Tim. Everyone has these wings. Everyone. I ’ ve gotten frantic calls from across the globe. Suddenly, they just appeared, and no one has any idea what to do with them. ” 
 
 “ You ’ ve got to be kidding me. ” 
 
 “ It ’ s a crisis. But my advisors say it ’ s not so bad. Some people have learned to fly. ” 
 
 “ What? This is great! Think of the possibilities! Aerial yoga! Loop-de-loops with the kiddos! Flying races! ” 
 
 Alice let out a massive sigh. “ Tim, this is serious. Biologists are baffled; there ’ s people flying in the streets, criminals are cutting telephone poles, breaking into high-rises. I just came to tell you I ’ ll be in meetings all day. If Tara needs anything, tell her to call Ophelia. ” Ophelia was her assistant. 
 
 “ Is dinner with the Second Lady and the VP still on? ” 
 
 “ We ’ ll see. Oh, and Tim? ” 
 
 “ Yes? ” 
 
 “ We gave the order to drop the bomb on North Korea four hours ago. With everyone upset about the wings, it was the perfect time. ” 
 
 “ What?! ” 
 
 “ I ’ ll talk to you later. The attack devastated them; we won ’ t be under threat from them ever again. We ’ ve got to contain the radiation. It ’ s the humane thing to do. ” Her eyes welled up with tears. “ I just couldn ’ t bear it. I don ’ t know what to do. ” She was holding back sobs. As a single tear fell from her eye, the feather with the white tip turned entirely light grey. 
 
 She left the room, and I was left to ponder the second nuclear attack in US history. 
 
 
 
 As it turned out, dinner with the VP was still on. I put on my suit; Ophelia sent for someone to cut two holes in the back for my new wings. Ophelia ’ s wings were a soft, misty grey, the color of the sky after it rains. I noticed as I walked around the gardens, trying to clear my head, that everyone ’ s wings were either black, white, or a varying shade of grey. Mine were middlingly grey, with scattered black and white tips. After the secret service brought Tara home, I saw her feathers started grey, but faded into an inky black. She fluffed them as she went on about how everyone was so excited about flying now, and how there was word about starting a Flying Club at school. 
 
 “ Dean Fremont says that she ’ ll have to get at least seventeen types of new insurance that haven ’ t been invented yet, but we have more than enough support. Maybe I can be Flying Club president! ” 
 
 “ That ’ s great, sweetie. We ’ re having dinner with Mr. and Mrs. Underlan tonight. You and Roger can study together if you want. ” 
 
 “ Cool! ” She teetered up and down trying to get off the floor. “ Don ’ t hurt yourself, ” I told her. She finally got her balance and flapped away, hovering up the stairs to get to her bedroom. She was every inch a sixth grader, and I chuckled. 
 
 I went down to the Family Dining Room, expecting Alice to be there, but she wasn ’ t. Instead there was Ingrid Underlan, Second Lady. Her wings were an academic-looking dove grey all throughout. 
 “ Tim, ” she greeted me. “ We need to talk. ” Her expression was urgent. 
 
 “ I know the news hasn ’ t covered the bombing yet, we ’ ll have a press release soon. Ophelia told me. ” 
 
 “ No, ” she said. “ You know I ’ m head of sociology at Princeton, and today I got some news from the researchers. You have to know this. It ’ s still being worked out, but one thing is clear. The darkness of a person ’ s wings correlates to their moral character. ” 
 
 Suddenly, everything made perfect sense. 
 
 “ Oh my god, ” I said. “ Oh my god. What does this mean? ” 
 
 “ It all lines up. Criminals have been photographed; all of them have dark wings. That serial murderer we arrested has the darkest wings on record. Meanwhile, babies, nurses, nonprofit leaders, even some of the White House staff have white wings. The correlation between the colors of the feather tips and morality has yet to be studied, but the proof is conclusive. ” 
 
 I suddenly remembered something. “ My wife, ” I choked. “ My daughter. They have black wings. ” 
 
 She nodded gravely. “ So does my husband. This is top-secret research. You can ’ t tell anyone. ” A slight smile played on her lips. “ My son ’ s are almost white, though. ” 
 
 “ What about my daughter? ” 
 
 “ You don ’ t know? An email came today from the Dean. Tara is part of a group of kids who have been bullying Aisha, the Muslim girl who wears a hijab. Last week, the school cameras caught Tara trying to corner Aisha and take the hijab off. She ’ s going to be talked to tomorrow. ” 
 
 I swallowed hard. This would be a scandal. 
 
 “ But the colors, they can change. They have to be able to change. She ’ s my wife. If this research gets out… we have to do something. ” 
 
 “ I ’ ve assembled a task force at Princeton under everyone ’ s noses. My researchers are the best in the world. More incredibly, we have this intern. Her name is Marina. She has wings white as snow. ” 
 
 Ingrid stopped whispering. Alice and Keith came in, looking like they needed rest. Both of them had completely night-black wings. I shuddered. 
 
 “ Hello, dear. ” Keith pecked his wife on the cheek. “ I ’ m looking forward to some downtime. What ’ s for dinner? ” 
 
 “ The chef mentioned seafood. ” 
 
 “ By the way, Ingrid, I heard that you ’ ve been doing some research on the wing colors. I find it curious that they ’ re only in greyscale. ” 
 
 “ It probably has something to do with genetics. ” 
 
 “ Interesting. ” 
 
 And with that bold-faced lie, one of Ingrid ’ s feathers turned from dove to slate.
