Esper Harem in the Apocalypse

George's vision for a utopian world where everyone could be a superhero was becoming clearer with every word he spoke. He leaned forward, emphasizing the magnitude of his dream. "Once we master the gene experiment, truly understand it, it will cause a revolution unlike anything the human world has ever seen," he declared with unwavering confidence.

His eyes gleamed with determination as he continued, "With gene therapy, we will be able to create designed children in the lab. We'll use their parents' DNA and enhance it with specific gene sequences, granting these children superpowers according to their parents' desires. No longer will anyone be bound by the lottery of genetics; everyone can be extraordinary."

George's voice grew more fervent. "Diseases that have plagued humanity for centuries will be eradicated through gene therapy. Weakness will be a thing of the past. We'll usher in an era where humans are no longer at the mercy of their limitations but can shape their own destinies."

He paused, letting the weight of his words sink in. "Imagine, Rudy, a world where every child is born with the potential for greatness, where no one suffers needlessly. That's the world I wanted to create, a world where humans can truly be superheroes."

George's vision for human genetic manipulation seemed boundless. He leaned in closer, a spark of passion in his eyes as he explained further. "Imagine, Rudy, parents or even sperm donors having the power to design a child of their choice. They'll have complete control, from selecting the gender to fine-tuning details like hair, eye, and skin color. It goes beyond aesthetics; they can even instill innate skills if they possess them, shaping what their child will become."

Rudy remained skeptical, expressing his concerns about the ethical implications. "This kind of power, George, it's like playing god," he cautioned.

George's expression hardened as he countered, "But, Rudy, isn't it time someone became the god humanity deserves? We were created as the weakest among all beings, with no special traits or abilities. The divine hand wasn't fair to us. Someone has to level the playing field, to make humans truly exceptional."

He leaned back, his gaze unwavering. "I see it as a duty, a responsibility, to bring humanity out of the shadows and into the light of their full potential. That's the god I aim to be—for humans."

George continued to lay out his grand vision. "In the future, once every human possesses superpowers, we'll establish academies to teach the young generations how to control and evolve their newfound abilities. These academies will be centers of excellence, nurturing young minds and powers to become guardians of humanity."

Rudy, however, maintained his skeptical stance. He shrugged and retorted, "But, George, even now, with the human race as it is, we see daily crimes committed by hundreds of thousands. The so-called weakest race has its flaws. Now, imagine that same race with powers that can bend reality. Chaos could be inevitable."

George took a moment to ponder Rudy's words, then replied, "True, Rudy, humans are far from perfect. But isn't that part of the reason why I'm doing this? To elevate humanity, to guide them towards a future where their potential is realized, and their flaws are managed. It's about giving them the chance to be better than they are today."

Rudy, with a stern expression, continued his argument. "Humans have always harbored greed and an insatiable desire for power. It's part of their nature to want everything. If all humans were to possess superpowers, it would unleash a perpetual wave of chaos. Wars and violence would engulf the world once more. The crime rate would skyrocket to the point where even the most righteous individuals would feel imprisoned in their own homes. They would come to see these superpowers as a curse rather than a blessing, yearning for the days when humanity was weak and powerless."

He paused, letting the weight of his words sink in. "George, the idea of a utopian world where every human is a superhero is enticing, but it's a naive dream. With great power comes the potential for even greater destruction. It's our responsibility to guide humanity wisely, not to hand them unchecked power that could lead to their own downfall."

The stark contrast in their visions for the future, one filled with hope and potential, the other marred by fear and distrust, hung heavily in the air as they continued their debate.

George, faced with Rudy's compelling argument against the potential chaos of a world filled with superpowered humans, pondered for a moment. Then, a determined look crossed his face. "Rudy, you're right that unchecked power could lead to chaos, but I've thought of a solution. We will create an impeccable justice system, like nothing the world has ever seen."

He leaned in, his eyes shining with conviction. "We're developing advanced surveillance devices that can monitor the mental state of individuals. If someone's mental level reaches a certain point of instability, we'll offer therapy to help them regain control. But if their mental state crosses an irreversible threshold, they'll face execution, regardless of whether they've committed a crime or not. There will be no room for injustice or for criminals in this world."

George continued, "Imagine a society where every thought, every intention, is scrutinized for the greater good. We'll maintain order, and everyone will know that their actions have consequences. It won't be a perfect system, but it's a far cry from the chaos you fear. With our guidance, humans will evolve, not just in power but in responsibility. We will mold them into guardians of justice, and together, we'll build a utopia."

George awaited Rudy's response with bated breath, his eyes reflecting a mix of anticipation and determination. He believed he had addressed all of Rudy's questions and objections about his dream world, and now, he sought validation or, at the very least, an acknowledgment of the careful planning and conviction behind his vision. It was a critical moment, where their paths might converge or diverge entirely, depending on Rudy's next words.

"How about it, Rudy?" George's voice carried a plea, seeking Rudy's approval for his grand vision. "This dream isn't born of selfish ambition; it's a dream for the betterment of all humanity."