Stories tagged “genetics”
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Genetic Drift
After Faerie returned, the mundane corporations, naturally, scrambled to figure out how to capitalize on new revenue streams, how to maximize profits beyond CEOs’ wildest fantasies. Perhaps no one benefited as greatly as Monsanto, with its chemis...
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Carbon Copy
I awoke. It was dark, but somewhere a dull green light throbbed gently. I was submerged, floating, in some sort of tank. I could breathe, there was a mask attached to my face, forcing oxygen into my lungs, and other attachments doing who knows what els...
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The Future Is Past
Wendell Beeks arrived on stegosaurus. The second he dismounted Hanna began to make a scene, starting an animal rights tirade which proved to be her narration for the whole evening. It was spurred by Wendell’s saddle apparatus, which was affixed s...
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A Monster
A tall, masculine looking woman approached the podium before the amassed biologists and geneticists. There were murmurs in the crowd they had expected Hans Kölch, not this woman… who could be his twin sister. She spoke, “Ladies and gentlem...
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Cluck
Their genes were bent so they didn’t grow feathers, but this was small beans; it was their nervous system that took the real engineering. They were also raised with the bright red button, so as Greg stared at the kitchen stoves with bewilderment,...
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Humanity's Flame
The flame danced along his fingertips as he stared into the crowd. Looking for her. They showed up by the droves to watch him perform, but never that one person he wanted to be there. His wife. She had been disgusted and appalled by his transformation....
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What Man Hath Wrought
Humans have terrible issues with identity. From the moment of your birth and to the point of death, you desperately pursue some lasting sense of identification via religion, careers, hobbies, or anything else you fancy. Either you seek it by conformi...
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Sirius told me I should write. “It’ll be a good exercise. Someday this thing could be a veritable bible for the ones who come after us.” That’s what he said. So, here I am, writing in this little blue journal with a pen we stol...
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Freak Show
I hung my legs over the edge of the abandoned landing platform. It was noon, the sun was bright and the sky was a light blue. The wispy clouds drifted by as I peered over the edge and took in the miles between myself and the Earth’s surface. I al...
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Waiting
It’s not that she felt hopeless. She wasn’t even scared. Not really, anyway. It was the waiting that made this so hard. Brad came back in. He wasn’t smiling. He hadn’t done so for a while now. “I keep saying, the gene is usually carried b...