[ WP ] In a dystopian future where people are separated based on the Six Flavours , you are the first true Alltongue .

I'd call being the first true Alltongue a `` bittersweet'' fate, but then you'd think I was trying to be cute. I will say this, though: it sometimes frustrates me. 
 
 Like the other day, when I was in a restaurant, and someone who recognized me came up and asked me what my soup tasted like. This is a highly regular occurrence, as you can imagine. I just said that, for every ingredient, there's a chance that I'll either like its taste or dislike it, and in the case of that particular soup, the house had won. 
 
 The person did not look amused, so I asked them what they wanted me to say. `` I do n't know, I was hoping you'd of compared the different flavors, like salty or sweet, and said the one that you liked best...'' 
 
 Then that was it. I tore into him figuratively speaking of course, because that argument has plagued me, since my birth! Just because I have the ability to taste what both of them can taste, I constantly get these fascist elitists trying to make me put pen to paper, on how their taste-buds are better than their rivals'. 
 
 To me, my genetic gift is equally a curse, because now everyone wants a taste of me.
