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She looked at herself in the mirror.
  Again.
  It just wasn't fair.
  That rare skin condition, that gave her slight scales, but only on the top side of her face, above her cheekbones, had struck again, caused the geneticists to mark her 'slightly altered or damaged'. And blocked her from promotion to hierarch.
  Again.
  They had saved her life though, blocking acid that had been thrown in her face by a rival, the lower parts of her face, that had not been scaled up, had needed reconstructive surgery. With modern science, that was easy, provided it was only a small part of the face. If it had hit enough unprotected area, she'd have been disfigured, and, as in the Meritocracy, elites had to show their face to exert power, would have ended her career.
  But, at the same time.
  Because it wasn't her whole face, like some of her more mutated sisters and brothers, she was branded altered, moreso than they were!
  Not that it stopped the geneticists from flirting with her. And frankly, the last few ones hadn't been so bad. Some of them even got the chance to back up their claims in her bed. But how it rankled, how they would deny her what she really wanted.
  It galled her to do this, but she had to consider allies out of her own faction. Surely, not all those who shared her gene-lineage had to be blinkered gold ethno-faction.
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