In this day and age, we as a species have become infatuated with appearance.
Your reputation and love life hinge on whether or not you look like a bombshell model or like you walked out of the pages of *Cosmopolitan*.
Sure, there’s going to be that rare flower who’ll like you for your personality, but it’s highly unlikely that you’ll ever meet one of those people in this charlatan-esque society.
Romance is dead, but fake beauty is still very much alive, with plastic surgery and makeup pulling in a large amount of revenue.
That and the creators of *the system.*
It’s called a Vanity-Checker AI. The system is installed in your door, and by 2031, it was mandatory for everyone to have one installed in the front door of your home.
It basically works like this: you get ready for the day, and you prepare to make your exit.
The Vanity-Checker will scan your entire body, and judge for itself if you look presentable enough to leave your home.
If you meet the standards, the door will unlock and you’ll go about your day.
However, if you don’t, it will tell you, “You do not look sufficient enough for departure,” and will refuse to let you leave until you look nice.
It will offer you suggestions as to why you need to get fixed up, and it could be something as simple as combing a flyaway hair back into place,
or putting on a different shirt to go with those pants. I’ve been late to work several times for stupid reasons because of this.
And sure, you’d think, “Why not just leave through the *back* door?” And I would. I really would, except, the Vanity-Checker has complete control over all external doors, as well as windows.
It will hack into the Curtains-System for your windows, if it gets to that point, to prevent anyone from seeing you so unsightly. No way out until you look prim and proper for the day.
But the Vanity-Checker wasn’t built for security. You leave your door unlocked and anyone can get in, and it’s not as if this country has gotten any less violent.
The Vanity-Checker did nothing as that psycho got into my house and hacked up my face.
And after he was done cleaning himself off, all he had to do was flash a quick smile and it let him back out into the night. It won’t let me leave, though; my bloodied, cut up face is too ugly.
That maniac stabbed me in the abdomen, too, and I begged the Vanity-Checker to let me out, or at least call an ambulance.
But it wasn’t built for that, either.