Jerry was always … different. Once when we were kids at the swimming baths he came up for air, pushed the black hair from his brow, and said “wouldn’t it be cool to grow gills?”
Now he’s proposing to do it.
“Jerry, you can’t,” I say. “It’s not right.”
The syringe is poised in his hand. “How so? It’s my body. I can tattoo it, pierce it, so why can’t I modify my DNA? I can cure my colour blindness and add vision into the ultra violet.”
“You won’t be you any more, not fully human.”
He just laughed.
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