[ WP ] In this world , physical appearance depends entirely on personality . All babies are born identical . Beauty is achieved gradually through good thoughts and deeds , while the opposite is true for ugliness .

I sat, watching the clock's minute hand crawl by slowly, it would almost be noon. 
 
 The person strapped on the bed peered at me, a soft gag had been placed in his mouth, more to prevent him from biting his own tongue to commit suicide rather than muffle anything he had to say. 
 
 He was an ugly thing, barely 5'4'', he was bowlegged, paunchy, beady eyed, and wore the standard issued boxy shaped glasses given to all inmates with lacking eye sight. 
 
 His jowls quivered as both hands on the clock finally reached noon. Taking the first of three syringes, I quickly administered it to his IV bag. 
 
 `` Painkiller has been administered.'' 
 
 I felt my face morphing again. It felt as if two invisible hands were pulling the top and bottom half of my face in opposite directions. The inmate began to struggle. 
 
 Taking the second syringe, I quickly administered it before he could work himself into a panic. The familiar feeling came back once again. 
 
 `` Paralyzing agent has been administered.'' 
 
 The inmates struggle steadily grew weaker, until he was reduced to no movement other than slow, measured breathing. 
 
 Taking the third syringe, I steeled myself for the strongest discomfort to come. 
 
 I took a deep breath, my hand shaking slightly as the inmate closed his eyes, a single tear rolling down his bloated and marred cheek. 
 
 I administered it into his IV, as the familiar feeling spread across my face stronger than ever. And yet, nothing too unbearable by this point. 
 
 `` Euthanasia agent has been administered.'' 
 
 His breathing grew weaker, his face more relaxed. I held his hand as he left this life, the last bit of human contact offered to him. I felt a pull on the top of my face. After a few minutes, I felt the warmth slowly fade from his hands. 
 
 After placing his hand back onto the table, I glanced over at the one way mirror by the door. The admins and family of the deceased would be watching from behind the glass. 
 
 On the mirror, I caught a glimpse of my reflection. Beautiful sandy blonde hair, cropped to a neat and fashionable undercut, under which piercing blue eyes stared back. The arch of the eyebrows could almost be considered feminine. The ears were perfectly symmetrical, seashell ears, as some poets describe them. 
 
 The nose was a blob of potato, a single mole with a few hairs prominently growing in the middle. A few teeth peeking out from closed, thin purple lips. 
 
 I looked away from the twisted face that stared back at me. The face of a cold, ruthless killer, while being a benevolent guard for the rest of society. 
 
 The face of a man who did his job.
