For the first time in centuries, there was a war. Nothing violent, of course, but that was what everyone called it. It was not a war, as much as a race. A scientific revolution between two countries who had generally kept peace since their respective foundings.
In the north corner, the United States of America. A scientist by the name of Dr. Heinz Doofenshmirtz was the one who started it all - one day, he came across a genetic breakthrough that could allow for the traits he desired to be present in a human being. He set to work that very night, gathering materials, testing on mice, studying his field for years before he was ready to try it for real. The result was Cansummace.
In the south, Mexico. Fed up with the attention received by their northern and European neighbors, another scientist named Vivian García took to studying for the same project. Determined to boost her country's reputation in the world of science, she did everything she could to produce a person with the traits.
Cansummace was a failed experiment. She was a healthy person, cleared by all the medics in Doofenshmirtz's wing, but she was mentally unstable on an extreme level. Her morals were straight, and her ambition, acceptable, but she was physically average. Not ugly, but not gorgeous. Not constantly sick, but not entirely immune. She was a step towards the goal, but as much as Doofenshmirtz loved her, she was not enough to satisfy his needs.
After Cansummace was born (actually, she was developed in a petri dish), Dra. García wasted no time putting her studies to the test. The United States, taking notice of Mexico's ambition, did the same. Exactly four years after Cansummace, two new experiments entered the picture. On the same day. On January first of the new year, Perfeneas was born as a brother to Cansummace, and Isealia became the only daughter to the now Dra. García-Shapiro. The race ended, and it was a tie.
Unlike poor Cansummace, Perfeneas and Isealia had done it. They satisfied every category the scientists required. They were perfect. In the ten and a half years they have each been alive, they have never once been called unattractive. Never once had they fallen ill. They lived their lives as if nothing could ever go wrong, and because they could never do wrong, nothing did.
At least not to them.
Cansummace. Perfeneas. Isealia. Consummation. Perfection. Ideals. These are the things the two geneticists spent their careers achieving. Not unto themselves; it was far too late for that. What they wanted was for their children to be this way. And that's what they got.
"Perfeneas! Get over here!" bellowed Cansummace. The boy quickly obliged. "Look what I did."
Perfeneas inspected his sister's creation. A second later, he asked, "What do you request I do now?"
"Tell me what you think about it," she told him.
The boy peered over the scale model rollercoaster on the living room table. After the addition of the table's height, it was as tall as he was.
"I think the model is useless for anything beyond decoration," Peferneas concluded. "However, given the gradient of the first drop and the speed that centrifugal force would have generated at this point, I believe that if a life-sized version of the ride was to be assembled, people who are not inherently scared to go on it would find riding it enjoyable. I realize that you are asking me to evaluate your construction of the model, and at first glance it looks like you have done it correctly. I cannot ignore the fact that this piece is slightly dislodged or that there lacks an appropriate amount of space for the car to fit under the track here. Despite this, I have noticed your skills in the previously mentioned field have improved since the last time you requested my evaluation, and because you obviously desire a compliment, I will say: you have done well."
Perfeneas's air of friendliness getting to his sister, Cansummace decided this was an acceptable answer (while she did not have all the personality traits present in her brother, she was given an almost infinite measure of patience). "I want to learn how to do it right," she admitted. "Perfect, like you would do it."
"I request permission to touch the model," Perfeneas stated.
Cansummace sighed. "...Granted," she allowed.
Perfeneas moved at a brisk pace, placing each piece in its proper position and then disinfecting the project. "It is as you want it to be, sister."
"Good. Now please go away."
The boy was unfazed by the rudeness of the question. He did as he was told.
Dr. Doofenshmirtz called him.
"Isealia," Dra. García-Shapiro called in fluent Latin American Spanish, "Please come here. I need to tell you something."
The girl walked quickly and quietly up to her mother. "I am present and you have my attention," she stated.
"Listen, kiddo," Doofenshmirtz began, using the nickname he started calling his one success. "In one week, there's going to be a sort of convention you will need to attend."
"I request details on the nature of this convention," Isealia said.
Vivian sat upright on the sofa. "It is a science convention," she informed.
"I have been told that I excel at science," Perfeneas insisted.
"You excel at everything," Doofenshmirtz reminded the boy.
Isealia told her mother, "I am aware of that."
"Good. Now..." She sighed. "There's something I haven't told you about your origin."
Without giving Perfeneas time to react, Doofenshmirtz continued. "You see, kiddo, you were designed to be perfect. But, in Mexico, there was someone else who had the same idea, and eventually it became a competition, of sorts, to see who would finish first."
"The only problem is, you and the other boy were born on the same day. No one won, so that day I had to make a pact with the American scientist. It was decided that ten years and seven months after your birthday, you two would be tested. Whoever scores higher wins for their country."
Isealia processed this information immediately, being able to think faster than average people. "Mother, if we are both perfect, how will one of us outrank the other? With all due respect, this test you speak of is a contradiction of itself."
"Well, kiddo, that's the thing," Doofenshmirtz added, "Since you're supposed to be the embodiment of perfection, and there's two of you, logic dictates that either one or the other actually makes the cut." The scientist exhaled sharply. "And I know it's you."
"I do not have any proof to say either way," Perfeneas stated. "However, it is my opinion that, especially considering we are of different genders, it is possible for both of us to be perfect. After all, in a mathematical equation, there are multiple ways to reach the accurate conclusion."
Vivian did not believe her ears. Either Isealia was implying she was wrong or proving that her American counterpart was superior. Because Vivian was flawed, she felt the need to correct this even after arriving at that conclusion. "Nonsense, Isealia. You are going to the convention and you are going to take the test and you are going to win. I believe in you and the rest of Mexico believes in you. We are leaving for America in four days time. Do you have any questions?"
To Perfeneas, the reaction time between his father's question and his answer felt like an entire minute. It was in reality less than five seconds. "I do have one question."
"Will I interact with the other person?"
"I was afraid you would ask that..." Dra. García-Shapiro admitted. "The answer is no. You will not be able to talk to him, meet him, know his name - by the official rules, I think you are not even allowed to look at him."
Isealia considered this. "I understand," she declared. "At your instruction, I will begin packing for the trip."
"Good boy," praised Dr. Doofenshmirtz. "You can start now."
Perfeneas did as he was told.