Post by FS Staff on Jul 16, 2008 15:46:43 GMT -5
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FRAMESHIFT
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Everyone is constantly striving to be healthier, stronger, prettier, faster, or smarter. It’s a common quality found in the human race, and it is also among one of humanity’s downfalls. As people strive for the latest fix, fragments of their humanity are lost. It sounds like some sick joke out of a horror Science Fiction film, but in this generation, it’s true.
A young, talented doctor began his research. Dr. Orwell kept every discovery he made, regardless of how minute or momentous, in a journal. In other words, he did not publish his results. This research was intended for the war veterans, not the young, wealthy population that was growing tired of medications and street drugs. The last thing Dr. Orwell wanted was legions of irate addicts hunting down a miracle doctor.
Finally, after twenty-eight years of conducting experiments, he finally found what he had sought after. He had the ultimate fix. A recombinant fragment of DNA inserted into the bloodstream with various chemicals would insert itself into the nuclei of various cells. A simply frameshift mutation would alter the genetic composition of a rapidly reproducing cell. Basically, the DNA would restore the war veterans to their normal state, pure of radiation’s deadly effects, and other disorders caused by the wars.
It’s so funny how people don’t listen to warnings. Overdosing to get an exhilarating effect could cause fatal damage. After all, the chemicals were derived from canine, feline, and equine genes. Addiction due to improper use of the drug (if the user was not a war veteran but simply a druggie) was inevitable and almost irrevocable.
Waste from the chemical production laboratory leaked into nearby crops. The infection spread. Addiction spread. All Dr. Orwell desired was to help those war veterans with their pain. Instead, he produced mutants and cursed creatures. A cure would take up decades more of his life. Self-deception brought an end to the only man capable of creating a cure. But not before he had a chance to inject himself with some of his own medicine. As he died, three cities rose. Canton , equine estates, Decatus, the feline dwelling, and Rincon, the canine residence, all were created by those that had sought the drug Dr. Orwell invented. He died, taking the cure with him.Welcome to the land of Miramar!