My name is Hailey...

My name is Hailey, and this is my story in the utopian future.

I grew up with Lydia and her sister as an adopted child. My parents gave me up right as I was born, and I found out when I was 5 they died during an airplane crash.
Lydia and Laura are the only real family I've ever had.
When I was 10, a link was found between red headed people and the next step in human evolution. Only 1 in a billion actually had the capacity to develop the hormone that ushers the great change.
I was that one.

There's actually 20 of us, but to help with the growing of the hormone we were moved to a small town just for us on the paradise planet of Mars. Not seclusion, but security. Friends and family could visit any time they wanted and we could travel abroad if we wanted to.

They call us "breeders".

The term is seriously misplaced. We don't breed or procreate. We simply serve to breed and cultivate the "THEH" (Trans-Human Evolutionary Hormone).
Our entire community of breeders are virgins. The act of sexual activity completely throws off our hormones and we can no longer make the THEH.

What the THEH does, is open the body up to greater mutations and augmentations. The application development is in it's first stage now. One person has already been made to live for an estimated 300+ years, but with the side-effect of being born completely genderless.
Oh, they think they can make more breeders by injecting the hormones into a human egg and the genetic material takes over the egg and a baby is developed.

Anywho, the child (I call it a "she") is basically a mass producer of the THEH hormone. Her genetic material consists of nothing but the hormone in question, and they say she could be the first of the new line of humans.

And us red headed breeders could become obsolete.

I'm cool with that! Tired of sitting around and just hanging out and cultivating the future. Not that I don't wanna, but I haven't seen Lydia and Laura in over ten years. We talk all the time, but we've all grown up and haven't seen each other in that time.

I wanna go back home to Earth. My real home. Not this farm with the other cattle.
Don't get me wrong, I love my little family of scientifically observed weirdos.
As soon as they get the problem with the neo-humans being born genderless fixed (if you call it that), they will become actual breeders and go about slowly pushing in the new era of human evolution.
And the rest of us can die young.