I laid down on the soft matres of the bed, allowing my tired body to indulge in the comfort.
To my side, Mia breathed in and out, silently providing oxygen for her sleeping body. One of her hands coiled around my arm, while her other arm, along with half of her torso, laid down on my bare chest.
'She is so damn cute,' I thought, gently brushing my fingers through Mia's long hair.
For me, it was a wonder how did she manage to keep her precious hair in such a good condition.
'Maybe it's like with the general health?' I guessed, recalling a certain article I once read.
Apparently, by improving the quality and level of medicine, any modern civilization would ultimately bring forth the decline of the species that created it.
By increasing the survivability of the newborns, a civilization adds their weaker genes to the pool, mixing those who would naturally die at birth or pretty early on into the pool of those whose organisms were strong enough to survive.
