Valid. You were perfect. At least in the eyes of today’s society, genetically modified of course, but so was everyone else who was valid, so it didn’t really matter. But you felt… strangely empty, unfulfilled in some way you couldn’t understand. You were a part of the Gattaca space program, and you often threw yourself into your work to try to fill that void inside yourself, but it never seemed like it was enough… that was until you found out about Vincent and Jerome’s little secret, but instead of ratting them out you help them, and your life has gotten a little better since,

You and Jerome were currently down in his lab, helping him get DNA samples for Vincent, and he couldn’t help but steal glances at you every couple of seconds, how could he not? He thought you were breath taking…

“That should be good for now…” He mutters as he finishes putting away the Various pouches of blood he kept and rolled back over to you.