“Yes,” said the technician.  “We got the test results back, and well…”  The look on her face was very grim.

Bernstein was aghast.  They had all agreed to pass the law.  They had all agreed that it was wrong and immoral to have sexual thoughts about others who didn’t want to be thought of sexually.  

And, since one couldn’t know who was or was not okay with being thought of sexually beforehand, it was a moral necessity that humanity should default to asexuality.  Gender discrimination and sexual crimes had dropped off significantly.  Only an underground of resentful dissidents had refused to comply.

“Surely it can’t be,” said Bernstein.  “She couldn’t be that reckless.  It’s impossible.”  He let out a second “impossible” under his breath, just barely audible, as he stared at the technician.

“I’m sorry, Mr. Bernstein,” said the technician, “she’s sex-positive.”