“Aeron, could you please check the system of 386? There seems to be some sort of problem with him,” my father asked me, his eyes still fixated on the many books lying on his study table. Nodding positively, I turned to the door and briskly made my way to the room where all the information on all the systems are safely kept.

My name is Aurora Aeron Sinclair. I was made to aid my father with his job as a genetics engineer. Unlike most who genetically modify humans to enable them to combat effectively, my father and I genetically modify them for entertainment purposes. This may sound rather awful but believe me; our work has given much pleasure to many. Like all my father’s invention, he made me as well. I was not modified to sing and dance like most of the beings my father had perfected. Instead, I was made to be his right-hand man and ensure that things runs smoothly for him. I am his most treasured and prized invention for he had made me with such precision. I turned 24 this year and I am more productive and useful as I have ever been. My father did not only make me perfect in every aspect but he also had made me age slower, much, much slower than anybody else after I reach the age of 20.

My father, Alphonse Auguste Sinclair, is a genius I could not even fathom into words. No one truly knows what he does and how he does I but he provides all these perfect entertainers in quiet and secrecy. He started a race of genetically modified humans who were made with the most perfect physical features and with the most perfect talents varying from acting to modeling even to everyday things like cooking. There are beings who become actors, composers, dancers and of course, idols. There are only two people who work in depth with the building of all these beings: my father and me. Since I am his invention as well, he trusts me enough to let me into all that he is doing. Today, we are genetically modifying yet another fetus. Of course, for most, this would seem really absurd and inhuman but in the world like ours, what’s right and wrong anymore.

As I was looking for the faults in the system of 386, I looked at the rest of the profiles as well. Finding that nothing is wrong, I smiled to myself and texted my father that everything is going just fine. It’s not always that the systems gives out warnings but when it does, we are always on our toes and I am always glad we always manage to keep everything under control. It’s better to have problems while the systems are still with us or we would get in trouble.

What amazes me about my father’s immeasurable skills is that he rarely makes mistakes. In fact, I had never, not even once, in my existence ever had seen him done anything wrong. At times, I even wonder if my father is a modified being as well. He would work ridiculous hours to produce beings, which could make people ask how someone could be intelligent. He would make beings privately, perfectly undoubtedly, and sell them for a good price to entertainment agencies that will always, always come back for more. This is why the music industry, especially in our country, is booming – thanks to my father who works diligently.

Now, like what I said, my father seldom, almost never, makes any mistakes. So it comes as an absolute surprise that one day, a very regular client found a fault in one of the “human” my father perfected.

I remember the night that we had the news told to us. My father was busy in his lab and I was having a rest when our residence’s phone rang. It seldom did at this time though. Usually, calls would come during office hours and that is definitely not now. I knew something was fishy, even my father suspected something was not right but he urged me to just pick up the call and not think too far ahead. I heeded his advice. The call was short.

It was a regular client, someone who my father and I know very well – Mr. Yang Hyun Suk.