I have always felt that the human race is growing too quickly to control itself. We constantly push boundaries of thought and discovery, but this growth has evolved to a rate that can no longer be safely protected by proper education in both morality and knowledge. Although my wife and I hold stubbornly to long forgotten values, we are forced into joining this self-deprecating society as it presses on at an accelerating rate toward its own destruction. The latest "development" universally praised by the morally blind is "genetic modification". This "advancement" in what we call science nowadays allows parents who are expecting a child to modify the genetics of the fetus to their liking. Whether they want a big, muscular boy who they can mold into a star athlete, or a girl who will attract the eyes of a rich and handsome gentleman caller is entirely up to them. But what started out as a fad has now become a requirement for all expecting couples. And that's where the horror begins. As I previously mentioned, my wife and I are a part of the very small group of societal outcasts who attempt to avoid blindly accepting everything we're told. Thus, when presented with the query regarding what genetic modifications we wanted for our child, we wrote none for each option. We believed the injections my wife received with a strange look from the doctor were just routine to maintain fetal health, but we were severely wrong... I always expected the day my child was born to be the best day of my life, and that was how I felt when I entered the hospital with my wife that morning. That feeling escalated throughout the day as she came closer and closer to giving birth, and I was overwhelmed with emotion by the time she was in labor. As my child arrived into this cruel world, my elation was slowly replaced with utter shock. I could tell the doctors were feeling the exact same way as the one who had delivered our baby slowly turned to me. The infant in his hands, my baby boy, didn't seem to be an infant at all; he was without a defining feature: no hair on his head, bleached white eyes, a flat nose, and colorless lips. It seemed that my child would survive, but was this really my child at all.