Blue Eyes Mean Perfection
My race is perfect. Perfect. Each individual exhibits godlike traits. Our limbs are powerful and so capable of strong feats. Flawless golden skin covers tall straight bodies and taut muscles. Our long golden hair flies true when we run. Walking, sitting, standing, speaking, nay whatever we do, we show absolute perfection. In assembly, thousands of blue eyes stare at me. Blue eyes indicate intelligence and godlike superiority.
The spacecraft lands bringing the daughter I have never seen. Strong limbs, golden hair and radiant skin. Removing her face scarf, she penetrates me with brown eyes. Alas, my daughter is not perfect.