Conditional Reality

My parents felt unqualified to design my dna, and trusting to nature had become so yesterday. Instead they put up a template of human dna on the web and invited the world to revise it. I was the first open source baby. Millions of dna code writers worked collaboratively to create the perfect human being. And now here I am, optimized and streamlined, all grown up, healthy and happy. Sometimes one of those people who helped to create me asks how my life is going. I have a stock answer. I'm still figuring out love, I say, how about you?