"In my world it's such a commonplace you'd never be able to stop it even if you tried. No matter what you held against the Nietzscheans. Not without wiping out most of humanity. People in my world have genetically enhanced immune systems, and the Nietzscheans are immune to a lot of diseases and have wiped out what they'd call genetic imperfections, but it's beyond that."
He holds the cup warm in his hand before sipping, blue eyes fixed on Julian. The doctor's been dancing around the subject of just what his genetic enhancements are and just what they were aimed to correct, and Dylan's curious, of course, but that's not really the point here.
He's picking up enough to get a bit of an idea, at least, and the situation is ... different to most of the genetically enhanced humans in his world, many of whom just ... are. Not to fix any particular condition. The result of enhancements on their ancestors, like Dylan in descending from people on worlds inhospitable to unenhanced humans, or like Beka, just inheriting that little edge that helps make her such a good pilot.
Dylan's expression is sympathetic as he looks at Julian. This is a world far different from his own, when the technology to engineer human genes hasn't had the thousands of years of advancement it has in his world.
A world where things go wrong with it.
"I'm sorry. At least in my world, that sort of side effect doesn't happen much. Not any more. And truth be told, most genetically enhanced people haven't undergone any sort of processes to correct anything. They've inherited enhanced genes like I did."
He shakes his head and shrugs.
"I'm not sure that would make me that great an example to change any perceptions. The actual engineering in my genes happened when my mother's family settled on a Heavy Gravity world."
Though at least in this world, the wars that have caused these prejudices are past.
In Dylan's, the fight between the Nietzscheans and humans still goes on, on slave worlds and in pirate raids and in petty tyrannies across countless planets. There are a lot of people out there still fighting the remnants of the civil war that caused the Fall.
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He holds the cup warm in his hand before sipping, blue eyes fixed on Julian. The doctor's been dancing around the subject of just what his genetic enhancements are and just what they were aimed to correct, and Dylan's curious, of course, but that's not really the point here.
He's picking up enough to get a bit of an idea, at least, and the situation is ... different to most of the genetically enhanced humans in his world, many of whom just ... are. Not to fix any particular condition. The result of enhancements on their ancestors, like Dylan in descending from people on worlds inhospitable to unenhanced humans, or like Beka, just inheriting that little edge that helps make her such a good pilot.
Dylan's expression is sympathetic as he looks at Julian. This is a world far different from his own, when the technology to engineer human genes hasn't had the thousands of years of advancement it has in his world.
A world where things go wrong with it.
"I'm sorry. At least in my world, that sort of side effect doesn't happen much. Not any more. And truth be told, most genetically enhanced people haven't undergone any sort of processes to correct anything. They've inherited enhanced genes like I did."
He shakes his head and shrugs.
"I'm not sure that would make me that great an example to change any perceptions. The actual engineering in my genes happened when my mother's family settled on a Heavy Gravity world."
Though at least in this world, the wars that have caused these prejudices are past.
In Dylan's, the fight between the Nietzscheans and humans still goes on, on slave worlds and in pirate raids and in petty tyrannies across countless planets. There are a lot of people out there still fighting the remnants of the civil war that caused the Fall.