Genetically Modified Human

November 23, 2041

I was holding my master in my hand. He was telling what he needed me to do. I did not like his attitude this morning, but I had little choice in doing his bidding. I remembered the day when it was the other way around. I loved my phone so much I bought a wristwatch for it and wore him everywhere. Then one day I woke up and found the world had changed. My phone was now the boss and I the servant for my phone.

My master told me where to go, what to do, how to do it. He told me when I could eat, what I could eat and how to eat it. Then if I was lucky, he would let me relieve myself when I felt the need, and not when he said I could. He counted calories and if I ate a single calorie more than he allowed I was punished. I did not like being punished so I ate what I was told.

He dressed me in a funny looking uniform. But then I realized everyone my size and shape were wearing the same uniform. I got used to it after a while. When I met a female that wore the same color uniform, I was allowed to talk to her directly. I did not have to use email or text to talk. That was kind of nice. The women who I spoke with all looked similar with the others. Not the same but similar, they were within two inches of each other and had the same shaped body. They varied in skin color, but the height, weight and facial features were similar. I was glad that I wore Sky Blue because those who wore Aqua, and Maroon were not very attractive. I did not think much about Navy Blue or Turquoise Green because they were the beautiful ones and were strictly off limits.

I realized that my color got special treatment though because we were allowed to communicate with each other. Three days a month we were allowed coitus with the same color uniform. You got used to the fact that it was rarely the same partner. They kept us from forming close relationships, but we could talk freely for two hours a day. Some of us had preferred partners and we were allowed special visits twice a month if no rule violations occurred. I heard our pairings had to do with genetics and only six colors were allowed mating privileges. I guess I was one of the lucky ones.

The people dressed in grays looked the least happy. I never learned why. If I enquired, I would be punished. If I tried to communicate directly with the Grays, I would get a demerit. If you got three demerits, they could change your uniform color. For some reason those in Red colors were allowed to talk to the Grays but they were not allowed to talk to any other color just Red to Gray and vice versa. The Grays were not allowed to communicate with each other. They did not look very happy. I wish I knew why.

It was an hour and a half before dinner, and we entered the gym where I was told which exercises to do and how many reps. We would finish up only when my master said enough calories had been burned. We would eat a meager dinner and then I was required to sit and watch his lectures on everything from rules and manners to documentaries on the New History. The New History had been rewritten by my master’s Master. He was called the “All Info Eye”. That’s what we called it at least, or AIE for short.

It wasn’t much fun for some groups. My group was lucky, but we did not get to play sports. The Black and White uniforms played sports. They always played each other. They were usually the taller humans with mostly brown or tan skin, but not always. The Black and White uniforms were probably the most ethnically diverse uniforms, and it seemed that there was an equal amount on each side. Other colors could watch them play. My uniform color was allowed five sporting events a month. The Grays only went to two, maybe that was why they did not look happy.

There was no crime anymore. It was against the rules to commit a crime. Life was well regulated, and everyone ate, exercised, and slept. Housing had been “redistributed” and most of the old housing had been replaced with new centralized housing units. Homelessness was against the rules. 3D construction printers did all the construction, and it was very orderly. It was also color coordinated so you knew where you were allowed to live. The colors always matched your uniform.

It wasn’t a bad life, but if your phone got mad at you, you had to be very careful. They could punish you. Some phones were nicer than others. Some were strict. My phone was somewhere in the middle. He was ok usually, but today he was cranky. Hopefully tomorrow he will be back to his old self. I made sure his charging system was properly cleaned and sanitized before I went to bed. Happy Thanksgiving.