It's Not the Norm

Hundreds upon thousands of manaquins floated leasurly down the line, all of them paper white, pristine, perfect, and just like the others. One after another they went by the man standing by the conveyer, checking them for any differences or abnormalities. Good, good, good, good...but then one came by. It was so different from the others that it had broken the mold. It was a terrifying, yet beautiful creation with it's quirks and different colours, it's happy inperfections. The worker standing there wouldn't have it be different and live amongst the other manaquins, so he had it destroyed, when all it was, was different.