Haskard

PERFECTION I was looking into his eyes. It almost made me cross-eyed looking at his imperfection of different coloured eyes, one brown and one green. This man was old, there's no denying that, it showed. He had white hair, of what hair he had, an infinite amount of wrinkles, he was toothpick thin from muscle wastage and he continuously heaved up huge coughs that rattled the room and brought up huge clumps of phlegm due to cystic fibrosis. This man was not by any means "perfect". These days, the present year being 2044, perfection isn't a myth, it was an attainment. With so much being invested in genetic research, as it has been in the past,