And you? You will listen. To thetruth."The truth is that we are seeking genetic perfection. A one in a fewhundred million shot. And why. Because ...e don't have much time leftfor ourselves. Our race. There are six billion people on this planet. Soon there will be 8 billion. Then 12. An exponential growth. Andit's a matter of time before resources run out - or a new strain of thecold or flu arises and a plague unlike any attunes to us."So we have funded this. Explorations. Outer world. I am about 5.11 and a bit on the healthy side every year during May-June holidays my massi used to come to Delhi for holidays and this time was my mama’s marriage more about my Massi she is 47.She looks younger than that and she is mother of three girls and her stats would be 36 32 38 and she has really hot figure and she has no son so she treats me like her son and my massi is very flamboyant speaks very adult language and talks very dirty but everyone takes it laughingly sometimes she spoke. She had her father's thick, black hair, which was cut short in a bob, framing a handsome face, a teasing smile, and casual clothing that projected youth and friendliness. "I wish I had been like Rachel when I was twenty-one instead of being the dowdy wife of a preacher," Maggie thought. "But I did well with the children, or at least I did until I ran away from home."“Mom!” Rachel shouted as she ran to Maggie and they embraced. “I am so happy to be here,” she bubbled. “To see you and the. She grinned at me; her blue eyes filled with innocence that I knew better than to trust, but I wasn't sure what to do. All the talks I had had with Dad about the birds and the bees hadn't covered this. For that matter, it hadn't covered what to do about the situation I'd found myself in with her and the rest of the girls.And to my consternation, Mom and Dad placed bets like everyone else on which girl I would choose. Mom was steering me toward Tammy Sue by fixing my favorite foods for supper..