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ThinK about this for a sec. If the hemospectrum was around for billions of years, long enough to have everyone evolve into their roles, what would you expect to see?
The lowbloods would be strong, and live long. They would be able to get to places that others can't for maintenance, say underwater. They would have insane healing factor and pain tolerance. They would be experts in the tech most commonly used at the time, mostly mechanical with a small amount of digital.
The midbloods would work higher jobs, on things like fashion and art. They would be generals, being charismatic and/or manipulative to sway people to their side in battle. They would be writers, documenting everything. They would gather enormous amounts of Lusus meats to feed their rulers and the next generation of children, who they would taKe care of.
The highbloods would be living in luxury, with powers that let them do as little as possible. They would move anything they liKe with minimal effort, predict the future, and shoot eye beams as a last resort. They would be scientists, worKing on ways to maKe themselves more powerful by fusing themselves with newly invented biotech that runs on psionics. They would be shamans, being contacted by ghosts of the past and uncovering the prophecies of the future. They would be leaders, their short lifespans allowing a viable autocracy where elected leader rule until they die or are overthrown, and continue on as advisors channelled by the shamans.
And above all, the prophesied red leader. A caste shared only by the priest that will precede him. The one said to be born of endless rage, and live amongst oceans of his own blood. The one who will be known by every troll, who will abolish every injustice that came before, who will reign until the universe ends and then some. He will hide until he is needed most, and will befriend the gods and create a utopia. He will sway the blacK fiend, love the red knight, fight the fuchsia queen. He will see the death of many, see a creature of hate try to love, see the one who is already here and stand his ground. You will be betrayed. You will be despised. you will lose hope, and lose to hope. But as you paint over your gray sign in your true colours, you will continue on.