I really enjoy your writing more and more. This made me think of a friend's book that posited a future where everyone's babies all looked exactly the same simply because genetic engineering was possible. I argued that her premise was flawed because she placed the blame on the technology itself, and I argued that absent some measure of force being brought to bear against parents, there would never be a ubiquitous adoption of one "look," while she was certain that given the choice the whole world would want blue-eyed, blond-haired little Aryans, lol.
But there's something inherently attracted to chance in us I think. There will always be those who play it safe or want more certainty, but I think that is a socially trained aspect of our personalities rather than an innate one. People like a good surprise more than they like a good thing they knew was coming. They gamble and play guessing games and hide and seek... I think we're hard wired to enjoy some degree of mystery and unpredictability and maybe that is evidence of the importance of that uncertainty in our evolutionary journey.
Thanks for the kind words @jrhughes. I'm glad you're enjoying the posts! I've tried blogging before and got very little feedback, even though there were page views. I had no idea what people thought. I will keeping plugging along and hopefully I will stay entertaining!
I had a similar idea as your friend in a story about genetic engineering. Instead of making everyone look the same, I remarked on how people looked like clones of celebrities that were popular at the time they were born. I styled it after the story of Exodus, where the genetically enhanced were the Egyptians and the natural borns were the Hebrews. A natural born child has, by chance, traits that are just as good as those who were engineered. He of course is adopted by parents in the upper class and believes he is in fact engineered until he learns the truth. At that time, there is a plague sweeping the engineered population because of an error in the "manufacturing" process that has accumulated among all engineered people. The natural borns take advantage of this weakness to rise up against the more priveleged class. Now our hero must decide to which world he belongs.
My flash fiction story, Divide the Sea, which appears on this site, distills that much longer story to something more appropriate for blogging. The title of course refers to Moses and the Red Sea, but it is also a metaphor for the things that divide us and the choices we make that cannot be reversed.