They don’t have a father, mother or a family. They are products created by a Public-Private-Partnerships between the state and the private sector fo... profit. A child between two "synths" or a citizen and one synth on the other hand is automatically a citizen because they have parents even though those parents themselves may not be considered a person.Of course, there were protests against this technology, but the wheel of time went on mercilessly and the genetic procedures were enhanced. There. So tell me, Was it good? Our short journey?” I asked“Oh yes, I am relishing this moment.”“I am glad to hear that. It’ll be listed as one of my achievements.”She (giggles), “What are you expecting from this date?”“Nothing serious, I have no expectations too. Just like you. I installed Tinder because, you know. There are several reasons. And the result is pretty good so far.”After lunch, we were clueless about what to do. Both of us wanted to spend some more time together. It was a small town. My eyes continued down the long legs and there they were -- hairy ankles. "Hairy Ankles!" Had I shouted it out loud? Really? In shock, I looked up toward his head just as he turned to face me, raising his torso up on one arm. His brow was heavy over eyes that can only be described as come-fuck-me eyes, lids heavy over a smoldering pair of deep brown eyes, brows nearly knitting together over his strong, Aquiline nose. Geezus, were his lips moist and quivering? See what choking on. The couple, Destiny and Aaron we very young and looked like two emo rejects out of a Fall Out Boy video. Aaron wasn't particularly good looking, thin, with a few bad tattoos and scruffy jet black hair. Destiny was also thin with nice big tits, a belly ring, no tattoos, and pink hair. Both were shaved bald below the waist. We introduced our selves as I slid into the van and they slid the door closed. The van had limo dark tinted windows. No wonder I couldn't see them 5 feet away. Destiny.