Today, in 1923, mutants make up about one-third of the population. That said, please don't get too excited about the idea, most mutations are... how can I put this politely... lame. To give you an example, my class neighbor has a mutation of strawberry smelling farts. I told you, that's disappointing ! Anyway, no matter how valuable we are, here in Knossos, we're mutants, monsters, we're no longer considered human by the rest of the population. And I'm Asthene, a mutant. Nice to meet you.