by
Tom Purdom
Morgan's mother and father had given him a
state-of-the-art inheritance. It was only
state-of-the-art-2117 but they had seen where
the world was going. They had mortgaged twenty
percent of their future income so they could
order a package that included all the genetic
enhancements Morgan's chromosomes could absorb,
along with two full decades of postnatal
development programs. Morgan was in his
fifties when his father committed suicide. By
that time his father could barely communicate
with half the people he encountered in his day
to day business activities.
Morgan's mother survived by working as a
low-level freelance prostitute. The medical
technology that was state-of-the-art-2157 could
eliminate all the relevant physical effects of
aging and a hidden computer link could guide her
responses. For half an hour-- as long as no one
demanded anything too unusual-- she could give
her younger customers the illusion they were
interacting with someone who was their
intellectual and psychological equal. Morgan
tried to help her, but there wasn't much he could
do. He had already decided he couldn't survive
in a Solar System in which half the human
population had been born with brains, glands, and
nervous systems that were state-of-the-art-2150
and later. He had blocked his mother's situation
out of his memory and lived at subsistence level
for almost three decades. Every yen, franc, and
yuri he could scrape together had been shoved
into the safest investments his management program
could locate. Then he had taken all his hard won
capital and bought two hundred shares in an
asteroid habitat a group of developers had
outfitted with fusion reactors, plasma drives,
solar sails, and anything else that might make a
small island move at nine percent the speed of
light. And he and three thousand other
"uncompetitive", "under-enhanced" humans had
crept away from the Solar System. And set off
to explore the galaxy.
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