Dr. Fihtzu tries to breed a standard (super) human. Tye Greenfield, one of his breeding prospects in the Beauty Department, will either be selected to breed at fifteen or be killed. If he is selected, the other prospects from the Beauty Department will die.
Isaiah 40:6b-7: “All flesh is grass, and all its beauty is like the flower of the field. The grass withers, the flower fades when the breath of the Lord blows on it; surely the people are grass.”
Tye stared at the mirror and hated what he saw. Unlike most people though, he did not hate his image because he thought it was ugly. No. There was no hiding the truth. He was handsome, too handsome–handsome enough to live, enough to watch his friends die, to be the cause of their death.
Tye was tall and had blond hair, stunning blue eyes, strong arms, and a muscular chest. His picture had spread all over the Internet, and there wasn’t a girl or woman who didn’t want him. Tye didn’t want to be married though, not yet anyway. He was only fifteen, but he had already been forced to breed, twice, and it made him feel unclean.
It was no surprise though. He did live in the Breeding Hub, as he had come to call it, and now, just today, he had become a finalist in this destructive beauty pageant. Tomorrow the decision would be made.
It had all started three years ago, when Tye was only twelve. He had been taken away from his family and everyone he knew and loved. For what reason? Because he looked good; because while teenage girls thought most twelve-year-old boys were immature and still children, they did not think so of him. The number of teen girls who had had crushes on him when he left outnumbered those who had liked boys closer to their own ages.
And that was before he had been tall. His hair had been lighter too, but his eyes were still the piercing blue that gave him his nickname: Sky.
That day, the government had taken him away without giving him a choice. They had enrolled him in Dr. Gerald Reimer’s breeding program. That had been before Dr. Reimer had changed his last name to Fihtzu, the name of his standard dog.
Dr. Fihtzu was a man of standards. He was a breeder, and for some reason, the government listened to him.
They too were men of standards.
Dr. Fihtzu had first become famous for his standard dog: a mix between the already much loved Shih Tzu and a collection of other types of dogs, including the Cavalier King Charles Spaniel and the Bulldog.
Five years after he had created this animal, the U.S. government banned the breeding of other dogs. Fihtzu was no longer a breed. Fihtzu and dog were merely synonyms now.
The consequence for breeding other dogs was only a fine though.
Now, with the support of the government, Dr. Fihtzu was attempting to create a standard human too.
The consequence for human sexual interactions outside this breed would be much higher.
The penalty: death.
Tye had been selected for his looks. Others for their creative minds or ability to learn. Still others for their athletic ability. And finally, some had been selected just for being nice. The logic was that nice people survived longer than others. No one would want to fight them.
Tomorrow, Dr. Fihtzu and a board of other judges would select one male and one female from each of the categories: beauty, smarts, athletic ability, and niceness.
The rest would be sent to a lab to be experimented on. All the experiments were life threatening, so the truth was, if Tye did not win for his looks, he would be killed.
The next day came. The judges looked over them quickly. Then, they were sent away to separate rooms while the judges thought and decided.
The real examination happened while they were away. Dr. Fihtzu had cameras everywhere. He had taken a million pictures and videos of them and watched their every move during the three years before. Now, he and the other judges would look over the top digital selections and choose the best male and female candidates for each category.
The hours ticked by. Tye waited in the room designated for the male candidates from the Beauty Department. He called his friend, John, over and gave him a warm embrace, knowing it would be their last day together. John was shorter than Tye. His eyes were dull in comparison to Tye’s and his muscles weak. Of course, anyone who only looked at John would consider him dashing, but when seen next to Tye, he had no hope.
“John, you’re going to die,” something caught in Tye’s voice as he spoke to his friend. “I’m going to kill you.”
In the world outside, people considered those who boasted about their looks mean and arrogant. Here, it was different. Everyone wanted to know the truth about how they looked. They did not want flattery. Flattery would only lead to death.
“John, I don’t want to live,” Tye wailed. “I don’t want to live…knowing that others died because of me! That you died.”
Dr. Fihtzu walked into the room.
“John Ace, Caleb Andrews, Emmitt Andrews, Jay Backer, Ryan Barnards…”
The list went on forever and ever. Tye wasn’t on it.
“You will be sent to our lab in Siberia. We appreciate your hard work and positive attitude, but we no longer need you here.”
The room went silent. Tye’s name had not been called.
Finally the doctor spoke again.
“I am glad to announce that our top male specimen in the Beauty Department is…Tye Greenfield!!! Please step forward.”
A nauseating smile colored his face.
Tye did not want to step forward. He did not want to be seen. He wanted to hide. He wished he had been born in another era, but he hadn’t. A test of looks had been presented to him, and he had passed.
Now, he was a murderer. Each of the friends he had made in this lonely place was about to die because of him.
“Please step forward!”
The scientist was growing impatient, but Tye could not make himself move.
The doctor beckoned him forward yet again. Again, Tye resisted until finally, the doctor forcefully walked towards Tye and carried him to the front of the room.
“Because of him, you are being sent to the lab in Siberia,” the man bellowed, pointing. He was not used to being defied. “I am not your enemy. He is.”
But the boys knew it was a lie.