In the universe where Neanderthal DNA managed to survive as a higher
percentage in the modern population, most people were genetically diverse.
But there were a few outliers; bloodlines which they would often call pure.
While knowing how much Neanderthal DNA an individual contained wasn’t
something people generally knew until DNA testing became available, there
were those who could detect it naturally. It appeared to be a survival trait
shared by few. It would seem evolutionarily important to be able to know
such information about a potential mate. Members of these so-called pure
bloodlines became impure by the 21st century, because it just stopped being
so important. Younger generations were making their own choices, and didn’t
really care about tradition, or perceived purity. It was also getting harder
to accomplish without committing incest, which was not out of the question
for some people, apparently. The rest wanted to fall in love with whoever,
and not worry about what people thought. One particular bloodline kept their
traditions going much longer than the others, until the youngest of the
latest generation met someone with the highest known percentage of
Neanderthal DNA. She was 24.4% Neanderthal, and honestly, considered to be
not so attractive because of it. That didn’t matter to this man, nor should
it have. They had a lot in common, and they wanted to be together, but his
family was not having it. At first, his parents threatened to cut him off
from the family fortune, hoping that would be enough to straighten him out.
He was not so easily swayed. He already had a decent education, presently
had a good job, and could probably get a better one with time. He didn’t
need their money. Since that didn’t work, they resorted to intimidation, and
even stalking, but still he would not budge. He was in love, and there was
nothing anyone could do about it. That was when they grew violent.
They attacked the couple in their home, but they didn’t kill his fiancée.
No, they murdered the pureblood son, and didn’t even bother covering it up.
Though he was one of them, the purebloods had no qualms about murdering him,
because they couldn’t risk contaminating the family tree with what they
deemed to be inferior DNA. They had previously resorted to inbreeding to
prevent this from happening when no viable candidates were available as
mates, but that wouldn’t help in this case. He wasn’t the last in his
generation, or even the parents’ only son. He was just the best choice for
passing the baton. His DNA was strong, and so were his reproductive
capabilities. If they couldn’t have him, no one could. Yeah, they were that
sick. The others could continue on without him, though, and everything would
be fine. Of course, it wasn’t fine. The public was outraged by the
development, and wanted something to be done about it. Law enforcement was
able to arrest the suspects, and most of them were convicted of something.
Some actually carried out the crime, while others conspired to make it
happen, but in the end, they were all mostly gone. That wasn’t enough for
everyone. A group decided to fight fire with fire. They didn’t murder
anyone, but they did chemically sterilize the survivors. The pure bloodline
would end here, no matter what they did, or who they tried to introduce into
the family. The sterilizers were convicted of their crimes as well, but it
was too late. The very idea of a pure human would forever be eradicated from
the public consciousness. A new age of enlightenment sprang from this,
fostering innovative ideas, and promoting social unity. Now they were all
the same, because they were all different, and there was no need to fight
about it anymore. The purebloods, meanwhile, died out, and became nothing
more than a terrible footnote in the history of the world.
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