[ 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 .

`` Unfit to breed.'' 
 The smell of coffee and cigarettes waft over me while the fat man with the unshaven face hands me the results. `` Move along. Next! I said next!'' 
 I look at the crumpled paper. Quickly scanning the results, I see what makes me'unfit'. CTGAACGTA, the letters marked by a fiery red marker. A simple imperfection, probably not a cause for concern. At least, it would n't be a concern in simpler times. 
 
 My musing are disturbed by a painful sting between my shoulder blades. As I turn around, one of the guards swings his cattle prod in my face. `` Move towards your next designation! People are waiting, you freak!'' He points towards the door marked'UFB' and pushes me towards it. 
 
 As I'm guided through the door, I see other unfits. All of us on our 16th birthday. The day every citizen is tested. 
 
 All shapes, sizes, colours and creeds. We have one thing in common; this slight imperfection. 
 
 We all know what is waiting for us. Yet why are we so resigned to our faith? Is it fear? Are n't they simply right that we accept this all so meekly? I hear the door falling into lock. 
 
 `` No going back now'' I hear someone say, while gas slowly fills the room. 
 

