[ WP ] The year is 2178 . You are raised in a world where the first and only ability scientists were able to unlock in our genome is the sense if smell . Bringing it to surpass even the abilities of a trained canine .

I am a private sniffer. My job is to find: people, pets, things. 
 
 It is ironic: in the age when anyone can have super smell, almost no one has. Would n't it be better if scientists found a key to overpopulation instead? Or hunger? Or homelessness? But they did n't, and so the city stinks to high heaven. 
 
 So it is hardly surprising that only three kinds of people do the mod: the mega-rich, with their perfect skyscraper gardens, armies of cleaners and air conditioning that can filter even a single malodorous molecule; people who are paid for it, such as sniffers; and crazies, believers in hip, or holy, or the secret truths. 
 
 Now, you would think I did it for my work. No. No amount of money is worth it: sleepless nights when the whole building talks to to me, even through the plugs. I know who sleeps with whom, who does n't flush the toilet, whose baby is ill, who has collected way too much sleeping pills. Days are better. Even though smells are much stronger, that strength balances them all, setting into a kind of a background hum and letting me select and filter as needed. 
 
 No, the reason I got modded is that my parents were crazy. Church of the Divine Essense. Worst kind of cult, modding their children. And can you imagine the feeling when your crazy parents can literally smell your lies, your insecurities? Feeling watched wherever you go, whatever you do? I was fortunate to run. Most wait way too long. 
 
 Anyway, it does n't matter now. Bad history is worth little these days, and bad childhood even less. Everyone here got one of their own. 
 
 It was almost the end of the day when a tall man came to my office. I was looking at the sunset — well, at a reflection of a reflection through two different buildings, both cheap, with dirty windows. 
 
 `` Ahem'' said the man. 
 
 I was startled, though I knew better than to show it. With my sense of smell, it is literally impossible to enter my office unnoticed. And yet he did. Which meant military grade smell suppression — either a spy, a criminal. Which was trouble either way. 
 
 `` Yes'' I turned slowly, as if I noticed him a while ago but just was n't paying attention. `` What is that you need to find?'' 
 
 `` Nice sunset'' said the man. He was about fifty, slightly balding, tall, black short-sleeved shirt and black pants. He had no smell. 
 
 `` Just to let you know'' I said. `` I do not do work for the government, corporations, cults, hunger communes or crime syndicates. I do not search for anything illegal. I do not search for people who have decided to hide on their own. Before I start, you need to pay me a half of the price we agree on. I am not interested in anything that pays less than four zeroes.'' 
 
 `` That's alright.'' man smiled. He was not good at smiling. `` I need the best, and you are the best. I need to find my daughter.'' 
 
 I was pretty sure he is lying. Even though I could n't know for sure without the smell, it was obvious that a man with an expensive and classified military grade deodorizer did not need a private sniffer to find anyone. Unless... unless he would be in trouble at work if the details leak out. I decided to listen. 
 
 I was going to regret this decision. 
 
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 ( meta ) Kind of falling asleep here, so I'll wrap it up at this point.
