NOVEL WEB Identical Grunts
I’m in a sour mood.
They wouldn’t let me stay at the Pokémon Center, so that I could talk to Serena because I have a “clean bill of health”. Now, my morning is spoiled with crazy baby fever and the knowledge of accompanying problems. Given that I woke up with Gwen in my arms and a headache, I can assume what she did and that we’ll definitely be having a talk later.
However, I need to solve these new ideas inspired by my fervor.
I lean back in my chair, cracking my back. I eye the sandwich on the table that dad must have snuck in when I wasn’t paying attention. Man, it’s so weird that he’s back now. He’s probably keeping an eye on me now, which I don’t mind, but it makes my less-than-legal activities harder to do.
Like my dabbling in yet another field of science! I figured out why and how Lysandre’s grunts all look similar to each other. As a kind of…initiation ritual, which is a loaded term to use in light of recent events, the applicants undergo a generalized gene therapy to make them identical to each other as a way of shedding their old identity. This, of course, has a few problems since gene therapy is meant to be more specific per person, so the applicants have to get surgery and periodic supplemental therapy.
Anyway, their documents are basically talks about how expensive the procedure is and perhaps doing away with the whole gene modification project. In my case, however, as someone who is extremely dedicated towards unethical science, I can use the blueprints for their computers and equipment to perform genetic science myself.
More accurately, I wish to perform genetic science on myself. I have a list of sci-fi inventions I would love to make, and generalized gene therapy is on that list. I don’t have the knowhow on that…yet, but I could make something specialized for myself.
Every cell in my body has a complete copy of my entire genetic sequence. There’s a lot of junk in there called introns due to the nature of DNA and viruses. If I can copy my genetic code—maybe even induce rapid cell division—then I can perhaps regrow my arm…and other parts of my body.
Don’t get me wrong. I love my hand but upgrading it will be hard without major scientific advancement. I already have the dimensionally confused crystals, but progress has slowed on that without power generation to match. I could attempt everyone’s eighth favorite sci-fi cop-out—nanotechnology, but I find genetics to be more interesting at the moment.
I rub my eyes because staring at CAD files for hours on end makes my eyes water. Wow, who knew? At that moment, one of my Eevees jumps into my lap to curl up and sleep.
Yeah, I still need to address their names, and the Zorua, too. I feel like I could better decide their names if they evolve since there’s a higher chance of differentiating them. Zorua, though… Nah, I’ve got nothing.
Speaking of genetics and Eevee, I could look into pokémon genetics as well. Obviously, I care for my pokémon like children, so I wouldn’t dream of testing on them, but I could test on scraped skin samples or blood…
Am I stretched too thin amongst my projects? Am I a terrible trainer? Well, maybe and no. I know for a fact that there are worse trainers than me out there, but I’m not a great battler. I care not for battles and instead collecting my many…female pokémon.
Maybe I’m coping for a lack of children, but I don’t know.
Idly petting Eevee’s soft fur, I continue my ventures in genetic science.
