“Chartered
legacy? Contracted birthright? Bonded endowment? What is this world coming to?”
“Don’t
worry about it, Henry. We don’t need to
worry about things like that for the baby.
He will inherit the old way, with no threat to his birthright.”
“That’s
not the point, Gina. Why should anyone
have to spend thousands to make sure their children will be cared for? Just because we are a part of the Genetic
Registry shouldn’t mean we get that protection.
We’ve simply gotten lucky.”
“Lucky? Henry!
We paid our dues as did our parents and grandparents. That we received the protection afforded by
the Genetic Registry is our right for our service.”
“And
how many never got the chance to serve, thus earning that privilege?”
Gina
didn’t answer.
“That’s
my point. We got lucky because of our
parents and grandparents. We are not
really that different than the masses out beyond the border.”
“We’re
genetically pure.”
“Pure
what? There hasn’t been a truly pure
human in over two hundred years.”
“Pure
by The Trust’s standards”
“Gina. They’ve changed that bar at least three times
in the relatively short history of The Trust.”
“What? What do you mean?”
“The
Trust has changed what it means to be genetically pure at least three times
that I know of since it was founded one hundred years ago, when the last true
human died.”
“Why
would they do that?”
“Because
by the original standard, no one alive today would qualify as genetically pure.”
“But, I
thought the Genetic Registry was supposed to be protecting that. That’s what it says right on the paperwork
you sign when you’re accepted in to the Registry.”
“I
know. And I’m starting to believe the
Registry is for another purpose entirely.”
“Like what? The Trust will jail you for talking like
this.”
“For
the sake of our son, I have to, Gina. We
need to know the reason for the Registry.
The real one.”
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