Terry Pratchett—whom I have never read—apparently has a book called Death’s Domain, which features a house whose perimeter when measured from the inside is larger than its perimeter when measured from the outside. Spooky! In my aimless grazing through the literature on evolutionary biology, it dawned on me that the topic of eugenics is a little like that house; we have confidently assigned it a particular dimension, declared it uninhabitable, and cordoned it off behind tall walls. But if you jump the gate and poke around inside, you find its wings extend in surprising directions.
The Fermi paradox has a solution not discussed.
The problem there is that eugenics will be only for the rich. Choosing embryos and gene editing won't be for the paupers.
In a way, it's still dysgenics. The human race gets dumber, weaker, uglier in comparison to the super species the rich and elite will create.
All good if you're a billionaire.