This drabble was inspired by my undying love for science fiction. This is a near future scenario, and the theme is not a new one. I'm not breaking the mold with this piece. I'm simply taking a peak at the lives of two people.
“Do you think it’ll work out this time?” Mark asked, his fingers clenching the steering wheel.
Martha shrugged, trying to convince herself that she wasn’t terrified.
Qualifying wasn’t easy. The standards were strict. Out of a batch of ten embryos, there was no guarantee they’d have one deemed acceptable. They’d walked away disappointed three times already.
Embryos had to have a potential IQ of 125, and no genetic defects. That meant perfect eyesight, no mental illness, no risk factors for cancer. And even if one embryo met the criteria, aptitudes were taken into account.
The needs of society decided all.