13 2780-Space City Iron Lake 044-Gunpoin (2/2)

Brown eyes where an ancient relic of the past, suggesting familiar in-breeding. But it was true that brown eyes were a dominant trait, it didn't matter much if Zatland was a product of incest or not, because the human race had done many an atrocious thing, in the pursuit of evolution, since the earth was lost.

What was genetic modification without incest?

It's hard to recreate a non-dominate trait without a person doubling down on the source material. and Of course, with technological advancement borrowed from alien species, they were less negative health problems associated with incest.

If it was back on earth, the ethical soundness of this would be debated. But the bloodbath humanity had to crawl through to get to where they are today, made all that irrelevant.

There were many paths to survival; conception was just one of them.

P.O.V Zatland

So what, I might be a product of incest, according to historic remnants and the pure fact of genetic modification, chances where everyone nowadays was a product of genetic incest.

it was a highly probable fact.

I feel proud of my brown eyes, but also self-conscience, because of the prejudices of my peers. When I was a Child, people use to make fun of it.

But I liked my brown eyes; it made me look more stringent...

Anyways back to the tacos.

[Zatland: Anyways these are not tacos, I researched this bro.]

[Zion: oh yeah prove it, show me a picture.]

I proceeded to tap the screen of my watch, assessing a holographic image. I had uploaded the image specifically for such a situation. My family training of always having a plan, coming to the surface.

Zion was wowed by the size difference of the two foods. ”this one was better,” he said pointing at his full sandwich.

I was stunned by the rebuttal, it wasn't even related to what we were debating, but it not like I could argue the case, I had never eaten a real taco.

I took a bite.

...

Next up was tater tot panini, and then Zion and I would have to make a 5-mile jog to the next spot. ”Dude jalapeno chicken tater tot paninissss.” Zion said pointing to a sign on the stall a foot away from us. My mouth was watering at the thought of it. Both of us immediately began to walk toward the stall, suddenly my shoulder impacted the shoulder of the man next to me exposing a gun.

Our eyes met, and he saw it, he saw my eyes leave his waist, and he seemed to be unhappy about that.

I backed away.