藝術家的評論
黑暗...
阿深無盡的黑暗，黑色和孤獨，又那麼寧靜與和平。邁克爾知道這是一個有點恍惚;一個藥物引起的高，但從來沒有與它戰鬥。在這個地方，他感到完全放鬆。無疼痛或憂慮。他的身體好像漂浮在這個虛無的話就失重。他的整個思維過程是麻木。所有他似乎能夠專注於他是幸福的感覺昏昏欲睡，彷彿經過精心找到一個沒有床睡在天。
儘管如此，即使是通過對睡眠的陰霾所帶來的化學物質注入到他的血液他聽到臨近腳步。為什麼他聽到腳步聲特別是那些超出他，更何況他的止痛藥源性任何濃度。儘管如此，他的腳步猛地在黑暗好像試圖把他拉他沉睡。他眨了眨眼，他的眼睛仍然保持關閉。圖片在那裡回來給他。
他知道他是在實驗室。他已經去了十幾次，有時自覺，其他人制服，因為他是現在。他知道房間裡有一個較大的六邊形形狀，一排排電腦排隊靠在牆上，明亮的綠色數據顯示冷墨黑色屏幕。天花板是在大源光，分散，過濾，脫落的怪誕神秘的光芒就匆匆數十名科學家走動。這一切都煥發了一座廟宇的空氣。該中心的六邊形的主導力量是一個透明的容器五花八門，那裡設置一個台階;廟祠。正是在這個容器中邁克爾知道他會發現自己，甚至不用打開他的眼睛。他注意到它每一次他在這個實驗中，接受測試的數十名反對他的意志。準備，他知道實現。
腳步聲越來越響亮，鼓樂甚至很難通過屏蔽層的液體，癱瘓的身體邁克爾浮動英寸每一步了強烈共鳴，彷彿預示著未來的邪惡，並在某種程度上知道這是邁克爾是真實的。大增強金屬門的實驗室分離到牆上橫著滑，提供入口至四名男子。走了一個方面，建立一個middelaged男子小框架和姿勢，是醫生Moriat，頭部科學家的設施，這是什麼。第二個數字，堅定站在兩米，穿著完全是上帝的軍事力量harnass本篤，大元帥第三空間艦隊眾議院Alyassar。這背後兩人來到2的Praetorian保鏢，身著盛裝的全部功能的裝甲。
四停下前面的容器，制止這種不斷的鼓聲迴盪的腳步仍然通過邁克爾斯幽靜的世界。他聽到他們的聲音，即使他們被扭曲和失真。
“... UT斯達康為何特別這一個嗎？”
“... ...太神奇只是採取精確的物理條件... ...屆精神”
的聲音，他承認本篤勳爵和頭部科學家。
“...是嗎？”
“...轎廂，你可以s中... ñ行動。”
這種藥被發現時身穿。或者至少，邁克爾覺得他的大腦本身拉從這個恍惚。在容器內，他再一次退縮。如果在所有的任何科學家指出它，他們似乎並不關心，對有移動業務。醫生Moriat在一起，在對一個大型集裝箱實施控制面板，幾十個按鍵和顯示的光輝照亮回他，因為他拍拍自己的手指在它的訓練速度。機器開始嗡嗡的水泵和過濾器拍攝到的行動。他轉身向大元帥再次，繼續他幾乎聽不見的解釋。
“...埃爾斯太快導致坎斯...。零增長。為了防止措施...。 igent生物體是如何ifficly公關... ...我們要噸。“
洗了一個奇怪的感覺，通過邁克爾的身體，不舒服，但沒有這麼多。但它服務，進一步拉他從他的緊張性精神分裂症的狀態。他的眼睛他的眼皮下感動。
“這種考爾...。 nnergy，因此主機的身體.... apped一個容器內的豐富雙向卡爾...伊特。“
加劇的感覺，現在造成輕微的皮膚刺激了他的全部。激起了他的不適，但沒有克服中毒仍在拍攝到他的血液中。
“... ...當地僱員influe。染色體和DNA的... ...這種真正的黨...零增長迅速穆塔特出contr ...恩死亡。真正影響上海...開始說得對，“一個短暫停。 “現在。”
痛苦像被子彈射穿邁克爾斯一個螺栓閃電，一個灼熱的高溫炎熱的肉和骨頭從內到外。他的眼睛開槍開放他的整個身體在大規模收縮痙攣。唯一能阻止他尖叫是金屬面具緊緊地提出了他的嘴和鼻子。系列不寒而栗跑起來，把他的四肢疼痛消耗作為他的頭腦。他的身體仍然拒絕服從他的命令，以免費拉油管。他看著在恐怖和痛苦的影響發生了突變。從看似隨意點他的身體開始改變他的皮膚顏色和紋理，把從肉體到反射藍色。在他的腰部脊椎似乎撕裂其出路是他的故事骨骼變形，扭曲，以恢復其原來的目的。在他的背上的肉和武器捲曲的鰭開始形成，導致只有一塊布仍然在他身上，他的牛仔褲，以撕開。他的肺部燒傷白色強度，因為他們調整以適應新的目的，在這個水下的環境。
“令人驚訝的。真是太神奇了。“主本篤喃喃地自言自語。 “多長時間才能emply這個新的科學的軍事戰術。
博士Moriat的眼睛似乎奪走了一會兒，他轉身離開的元帥。關於他的聲音沒有回答他，他有點咳嗽，從頭再來。 “正如我已經說過，主席先生，對於現在這個科學只能適用於極少數只有1個人和選擇，誰是你可以see往往不符合要求，以受訓成為士兵。”他暗示在邁克爾的浮動身體，仍判下的痙攣的疼痛。
“多久，才可以把完善這一技術。”元帥似乎漠不關心明顯的大規模的準備進去就是這樣一個突變。
再次醫生猶豫了一下，抬頭看到集裝箱而邁克爾忍受最後收縮才去一次肢體，眼睛向他關閉的壓力昏迷。醫生的眼睛似乎增長濕，但他的聲音保持穩定。不過，他也不敢把東西給元帥。 “這可能需要數年時間。”
“ 你有6個月。”元帥打開他的腳跟，走出去的實驗室具有相同的鼓步伐，因為他已經進入了，他的保鏢身後轉，走在完全同步一致。
該頭科學家吞下了他的喉嚨疼痛，讓淚水跑到他的臉。悔恨，悲傷和遺憾在他掙扎。他戲弄了創造神。他的報復將是可怕的。
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我的愛多神奇的科學轉變，它給了我更多的東西有關。魔術是並將永遠是幻想。科學可能，甚至是不可能的，仍然是。然而突變是科學要困難得多拉的故事明智的。細胞的成長和變化，以便迅速將永遠成長在一個完全偶然的隨機模式，導致癌細胞的生長和變異。對於一些變異，因此特別需要一個非常超級智能生物，這意味著細胞都在它們的遺傳密碼排序的建設規劃，告訴他們在何處和如何應對在東道國機構。此外，改造，突然需要大量的能量完全不同於身體可以產生。所以，我想出了邁克爾被暫停在一個容器充滿了豐富的東西，從中可以得到身體外部的能源。別把我的話就什麼我剛才的發言。這些只是一小部分事情，我發現在網絡上。我的建議是，谷歌它。你可能會學到一些東西，如果你是一個角色球員（或作家），你可以想出冠冕堂皇的偉大和現實的故事。
阿深無盡的黑暗，黑色和孤獨，又那麼寧靜與和平。邁克爾知道這是一個有點恍惚;一個藥物引起的高，但從來沒有與它戰鬥。在這個地方，他感到完全放鬆。無疼痛或憂慮。他的身體好像漂浮在這個虛無的話就失重。他的整個思維過程是麻木。所有他似乎能夠專注於他是幸福的感覺昏昏欲睡，彷彿經過精心找到一個沒有床睡在天。
儘管如此，即使是通過對睡眠的陰霾所帶來的化學物質注入到他的血液他聽到臨近腳步。為什麼他聽到腳步聲特別是那些超出他，更何況他的止痛藥源性任何濃度。儘管如此，他的腳步猛地在黑暗好像試圖把他拉他沉睡。他眨了眨眼，他的眼睛仍然保持關閉。圖片在那裡回來給他。
他知道他是在實驗室。他已經去了十幾次，有時自覺，其他人制服，因為他是現在。他知道房間裡有一個較大的六邊形形狀，一排排電腦排隊靠在牆上，明亮的綠色數據顯示冷墨黑色屏幕。天花板是在大源光，分散，過濾，脫落的怪誕神秘的光芒就匆匆數十名科學家走動。這一切都煥發了一座廟宇的空氣。該中心的六邊形的主導力量是一個透明的容器五花八門，那裡設置一個台階;廟祠。正是在這個容器中邁克爾知道他會發現自己，甚至不用打開他的眼睛。他注意到它每一次他在這個實驗中，接受測試的數十名反對他的意志。準備，他知道實現。
腳步聲越來越響亮，鼓樂甚至很難通過屏蔽層的液體，癱瘓的身體邁克爾浮動英寸每一步了強烈共鳴，彷彿預示著未來的邪惡，並在某種程度上知道這是邁克爾是真實的。大增強金屬門的實驗室分離到牆上橫著滑，提供入口至四名男子。走了一個方面，建立一個middelaged男子小框架和姿勢，是醫生Moriat，頭部科學家的設施，這是什麼。第二個數字，堅定站在兩米，穿著完全是上帝的軍事力量harnass本篤，大元帥第三空間艦隊眾議院Alyassar。這背後兩人來到2的Praetorian保鏢，身著盛裝的全部功能的裝甲。
四停下前面的容器，制止這種不斷的鼓聲迴盪的腳步仍然通過邁克爾斯幽靜的世界。他聽到他們的聲音，即使他們被扭曲和失真。
“... UT斯達康為何特別這一個嗎？”
“... ...太神奇只是採取精確的物理條件... ...屆精神”
的聲音，他承認本篤勳爵和頭部科學家。
“...是嗎？”
“...轎廂，你可以s中... ñ行動。”
這種藥被發現時身穿。或者至少，邁克爾覺得他的大腦本身拉從這個恍惚。在容器內，他再一次退縮。如果在所有的任何科學家指出它，他們似乎並不關心，對有移動業務。醫生Moriat在一起，在對一個大型集裝箱實施控制面板，幾十個按鍵和顯示的光輝照亮回他，因為他拍拍自己的手指在它的訓練速度。機器開始嗡嗡的水泵和過濾器拍攝到的行動。他轉身向大元帥再次，繼續他幾乎聽不見的解釋。
“...埃爾斯太快導致坎斯...。零增長。為了防止措施...。 igent生物體是如何ifficly公關... ...我們要噸。“
洗了一個奇怪的感覺，通過邁克爾的身體，不舒服，但沒有這麼多。但它服務，進一步拉他從他的緊張性精神分裂症的狀態。他的眼睛他的眼皮下感動。
“這種考爾...。 nnergy，因此主機的身體.... apped一個容器內的豐富雙向卡爾...伊特。“
加劇的感覺，現在造成輕微的皮膚刺激了他的全部。激起了他的不適，但沒有克服中毒仍在拍攝到他的血液中。
“... ...當地僱員influe。染色體和DNA的... ...這種真正的黨...零增長迅速穆塔特出contr ...恩死亡。真正影響上海...開始說得對，“一個短暫停。 “現在。”
痛苦像被子彈射穿邁克爾斯一個螺栓閃電，一個灼熱的高溫炎熱的肉和骨頭從內到外。他的眼睛開槍開放他的整個身體在大規模收縮痙攣。唯一能阻止他尖叫是金屬面具緊緊地提出了他的嘴和鼻子。系列不寒而栗跑起來，把他的四肢疼痛消耗作為他的頭腦。他的身體仍然拒絕服從他的命令，以免費拉油管。他看著在恐怖和痛苦的影響發生了突變。從看似隨意點他的身體開始改變他的皮膚顏色和紋理，把從肉體到反射藍色。在他的腰部脊椎似乎撕裂其出路是他的故事骨骼變形，扭曲，以恢復其原來的目的。在他的背上的肉和武器捲曲的鰭開始形成，導致只有一塊布仍然在他身上，他的牛仔褲，以撕開。他的肺部燒傷白色強度，因為他們調整以適應新的目的，在這個水下的環境。
“令人驚訝的。真是太神奇了。“主本篤喃喃地自言自語。 “多長時間才能emply這個新的科學的軍事戰術。
博士Moriat的眼睛似乎奪走了一會兒，他轉身離開的元帥。關於他的聲音沒有回答他，他有點咳嗽，從頭再來。 “正如我已經說過，主席先生，對於現在這個科學只能適用於極少數只有1個人和選擇，誰是你可以see往往不符合要求，以受訓成為士兵。”他暗示在邁克爾的浮動身體，仍判下的痙攣的疼痛。
“多久，才可以把完善這一技術。”元帥似乎漠不關心明顯的大規模的準備進去就是這樣一個突變。
再次醫生猶豫了一下，抬頭看到集裝箱而邁克爾忍受最後收縮才去一次肢體，眼睛向他關閉的壓力昏迷。醫生的眼睛似乎增長濕，但他的聲音保持穩定。不過，他也不敢把東西給元帥。 “這可能需要數年時間。”
“ 你有6個月。”元帥打開他的腳跟，走出去的實驗室具有相同的鼓步伐，因為他已經進入了，他的保鏢身後轉，走在完全同步一致。
該頭科學家吞下了他的喉嚨疼痛，讓淚水跑到他的臉。悔恨，悲傷和遺憾在他掙扎。他戲弄了創造神。他的報復將是可怕的。
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我的愛多神奇的科學轉變，它給了我更多的東西有關。魔術是並將永遠是幻想。科學可能，甚至是不可能的，仍然是。然而突變是科學要困難得多拉的故事明智的。細胞的成長和變化，以便迅速將永遠成長在一個完全偶然的隨機模式，導致癌細胞的生長和變異。對於一些變異，因此特別需要一個非常超級智能生物，這意味著細胞都在它們的遺傳密碼排序的建設規劃，告訴他們在何處和如何應對在東道國機構。此外，改造，突然需要大量的能量完全不同於身體可以產生。所以，我想出了邁克爾被暫停在一個容器充滿了豐富的東西，從中可以得到身體外部的能源。別把我的話就什麼我剛才的發言。這些只是一小部分事情，我發現在網絡上。我的建議是，谷歌它。你可能會學到一些東西，如果你是一個角色球員（或作家），你可以想出冠冕堂皇的偉大和現實的故事。
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Darkness…
A deep endless darkness, black and lonely, yet so serene and peaceful. Michael knew this was a sort of trance; a drug induced high, but didn’t bother to fight it. In this place he felt completely at ease. No pain or worries. His body seemed to float in this nothingness as if he was weightless. His entire thought process was numb. All he seemed to be able to focus on was the sleepy happiness he felt, as if finely finding a bed after not having slept in days.
Still, even through the haze of sleep brought about by the chemicals pumped into his bloodstream he heard the approaching of footsteps. Why he heard specifically those footsteps was beyond him, more so as the painkillers derived him of any concentration. Still, the footsteps jerked at him in the blackness as if trying to pull him from his slumber. He winced, still keeping his eyes closed. Images where coming back to him.
He knew he was in the laboratory. He had been there a dozen times, sometimes consciously, others subdued, as he was now. He knew the room had a large hexagonal shape, rows of computers lined up against the wall, displaying bright green data on cold ink black screens. The ceiling was on big source of light, diffused and filtered, shedding an eerie mysterious glow on the dozens of scientists hurriedly moving about. The glow gave everything the air of a temple. The center of the hexagonal was dominated by a transparent containers of sorts, set unto a pedestal; the temple’s shrine. It was in this container Michael knew he would find himself, even without having to open his eyes. He had noted it every time he was in this lab, undergoing dozens of tests against his will. Preparations, he know realized.
The footsteps grew louder, drumming hard even through the shielding layer of liquid the paralyzed body of Michael was floating in. Each step resonated powerfully, as if heralding the coming of evil, and in a way Michael knew this to be true. The large reinforced metal doors of the laboratory separated and slid sideways into the wall, providing entrance to four men. The one walking up front, a middelaged man build small in frame and posture, was doctor Moriat, head scientist of whatever facility this was. The second figure, standing a firm two meters and dressed entirely in military power harnass was Lord Benedict, Grand Marshal of the third space fleet of the House of Alyassar. Behind this duo came two praetorian bodyguards, clad in an attire of full power armor.
The four came to a halt in front of the container, bringing a halt to the drumming footsteps that kept echoing still through Michaels secluded world. He heard their voices, even if they were warped and distorted.
“…ut why specifically this one?”
“…n’t just take… precise physic… nd mental conditions…”
He recognized the voice of Lord Benedict and the head scientist.
“…is work?”
“…ient, you can s… n action.”
The drug was wearing of. Or at least, Michael felt his brain pulling itself from this trance. Within the container he winced once more. If at all any of the scientist noted it they didn’t seem to care, moving about there business. Doctor Moriat moved around the container towards a large imposing control panel, dozens of illuminated buttons and displays shining back at him as he tapped his fingers across it with trained speed. Machines began to hum as pumps and filters shot into action. He turned to the grand Marshal once more, continuing his barely audible explanation.
“…ells too fast results in cance…. owth. To preven…. igent organisms that are pr… ifficly how we want t….”
A strange sensation washed through Michael’s body, uncomfortable but not much so. It served however to further pull him from his catatonic state. His eyes moved beneath his eyelids.
“This of cour…. nnergy, hence the host’s body ....apped within a container of enriched Bi-Cal…ite.”
The sensation intensified, now causing a minor irritation over his entire skin. The discomfort roused him but did not overcome the intoxications still being shot into his bloodstream.
“…ll influe…. chromosomes and the DNA of… The real dang… such quick mutat… owth out of contr… en death. The real affect sh… start right about,” A short pause. “Now.”
A pain shot through Michaels being like a bolt of lightning; A searing heat scorching flesh and bone from the inside out. His eyes shot open as his entire body contracted in a massive spasm. The only thing that prevented him from screaming was the metallic mask lodged tightly over his mouth and nose. Series of shivers ran up and down his limbs as pain consumed his mind. Still his body refused to obey his command to pull free the tubing. He watched in terror and agony as the effects of the mutation took place. From seemingly random points of his body his skin began to change color and texture, turning from flesh to a reflective blue. On his lower back his spine seemed to tear its way out as his tale bone deformed and warped to reassume its original purpose. The flesh on his back and arms coiled as fins began to take shape, causing the only piece of cloth still on him, his jeans, to tear open. His lungs burned with white intensity as they were adapted to suit their new purpose in this underwater environment.
“Amazing. Simply amazing.” Lord Benedict muttered to himself. “How long before we can emply this new science in military tactics.
Doctor Moriat’s eyes seemed to sadden a moment as he turned away from the marshal. About to reply his voice failed him somewhat and he coughed, starting over again. “As I’ve said, sir, for now this science can only be applied to only a very few and select individuals, who as you can see often don’t meet the requirements to be trained as soldiers.” He signaled at Michael’s floating body, still contracting under the spasms of pain.
“How long will it take to perfect this technique.” The marshal seemed distinctly uncaring for the massive preparations that went in just this one mutation.
Again the doctor hesitated, looking up at the container in which Michael endured the last contractions before going limb once more, eyes shutting as stress send him unconscious. The doctor’s eyes seemed to grow wet, but his voice remained stable. Still, he didn’t dare to turn to the marshal. “It could take years.”
“You have six months.” The marshal turned on his heels, marching out of the lab with the same drumming paces as he had entered with, his bodyguard turning and following behind him in perfectly synchronized unison.
The head scientist swallowed a pain in his throat and let a tear run down his face. Remorse, sorrow and pity struggled within him. He had tricked the creation of god. His retribution would be terrible.
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I love scientific transformations over magical ones, as it gives me something to relate to more. Magic is and always will be fantasy. Science could, even as unlikely, still be. Scientific mutations however are a lot harder to pull of story wise. Cells growing and changing so rapidly will always grow in a completely haphazard random pattern, resulting in cancerous growths and mutations. For something to mutate so specifically one would need extremely super intelligent organisms, meaning cells that have within their genetic codes a sort of construction plan that tells them where and how to react in the host body. Furthermore, a transformation so sudden requires massive amount of energy unlike anything the body could produce. So I came up with Michael being suspended in a container filled with enriched something, from which the body could get its energy externally. Don’t take my word on anything I just said. These are just a few of the things I discovered on the web. My advice, Google it up. You might learn something, and if you’re a role-player (or writer) you can come up with great and realistic sounding stories.
A deep endless darkness, black and lonely, yet so serene and peaceful. Michael knew this was a sort of trance; a drug induced high, but didn’t bother to fight it. In this place he felt completely at ease. No pain or worries. His body seemed to float in this nothingness as if he was weightless. His entire thought process was numb. All he seemed to be able to focus on was the sleepy happiness he felt, as if finely finding a bed after not having slept in days.
Still, even through the haze of sleep brought about by the chemicals pumped into his bloodstream he heard the approaching of footsteps. Why he heard specifically those footsteps was beyond him, more so as the painkillers derived him of any concentration. Still, the footsteps jerked at him in the blackness as if trying to pull him from his slumber. He winced, still keeping his eyes closed. Images where coming back to him.
He knew he was in the laboratory. He had been there a dozen times, sometimes consciously, others subdued, as he was now. He knew the room had a large hexagonal shape, rows of computers lined up against the wall, displaying bright green data on cold ink black screens. The ceiling was on big source of light, diffused and filtered, shedding an eerie mysterious glow on the dozens of scientists hurriedly moving about. The glow gave everything the air of a temple. The center of the hexagonal was dominated by a transparent containers of sorts, set unto a pedestal; the temple’s shrine. It was in this container Michael knew he would find himself, even without having to open his eyes. He had noted it every time he was in this lab, undergoing dozens of tests against his will. Preparations, he know realized.
The footsteps grew louder, drumming hard even through the shielding layer of liquid the paralyzed body of Michael was floating in. Each step resonated powerfully, as if heralding the coming of evil, and in a way Michael knew this to be true. The large reinforced metal doors of the laboratory separated and slid sideways into the wall, providing entrance to four men. The one walking up front, a middelaged man build small in frame and posture, was doctor Moriat, head scientist of whatever facility this was. The second figure, standing a firm two meters and dressed entirely in military power harnass was Lord Benedict, Grand Marshal of the third space fleet of the House of Alyassar. Behind this duo came two praetorian bodyguards, clad in an attire of full power armor.
The four came to a halt in front of the container, bringing a halt to the drumming footsteps that kept echoing still through Michaels secluded world. He heard their voices, even if they were warped and distorted.
“…ut why specifically this one?”
“…n’t just take… precise physic… nd mental conditions…”
He recognized the voice of Lord Benedict and the head scientist.
“…is work?”
“…ient, you can s… n action.”
The drug was wearing of. Or at least, Michael felt his brain pulling itself from this trance. Within the container he winced once more. If at all any of the scientist noted it they didn’t seem to care, moving about there business. Doctor Moriat moved around the container towards a large imposing control panel, dozens of illuminated buttons and displays shining back at him as he tapped his fingers across it with trained speed. Machines began to hum as pumps and filters shot into action. He turned to the grand Marshal once more, continuing his barely audible explanation.
“…ells too fast results in cance…. owth. To preven…. igent organisms that are pr… ifficly how we want t….”
A strange sensation washed through Michael’s body, uncomfortable but not much so. It served however to further pull him from his catatonic state. His eyes moved beneath his eyelids.
“This of cour…. nnergy, hence the host’s body ....apped within a container of enriched Bi-Cal…ite.”
The sensation intensified, now causing a minor irritation over his entire skin. The discomfort roused him but did not overcome the intoxications still being shot into his bloodstream.
“…ll influe…. chromosomes and the DNA of… The real dang… such quick mutat… owth out of contr… en death. The real affect sh… start right about,” A short pause. “Now.”
A pain shot through Michaels being like a bolt of lightning; A searing heat scorching flesh and bone from the inside out. His eyes shot open as his entire body contracted in a massive spasm. The only thing that prevented him from screaming was the metallic mask lodged tightly over his mouth and nose. Series of shivers ran up and down his limbs as pain consumed his mind. Still his body refused to obey his command to pull free the tubing. He watched in terror and agony as the effects of the mutation took place. From seemingly random points of his body his skin began to change color and texture, turning from flesh to a reflective blue. On his lower back his spine seemed to tear its way out as his tale bone deformed and warped to reassume its original purpose. The flesh on his back and arms coiled as fins began to take shape, causing the only piece of cloth still on him, his jeans, to tear open. His lungs burned with white intensity as they were adapted to suit their new purpose in this underwater environment.
“Amazing. Simply amazing.” Lord Benedict muttered to himself. “How long before we can emply this new science in military tactics.
Doctor Moriat’s eyes seemed to sadden a moment as he turned away from the marshal. About to reply his voice failed him somewhat and he coughed, starting over again. “As I’ve said, sir, for now this science can only be applied to only a very few and select individuals, who as you can see often don’t meet the requirements to be trained as soldiers.” He signaled at Michael’s floating body, still contracting under the spasms of pain.
“How long will it take to perfect this technique.” The marshal seemed distinctly uncaring for the massive preparations that went in just this one mutation.
Again the doctor hesitated, looking up at the container in which Michael endured the last contractions before going limb once more, eyes shutting as stress send him unconscious. The doctor’s eyes seemed to grow wet, but his voice remained stable. Still, he didn’t dare to turn to the marshal. “It could take years.”
“You have six months.” The marshal turned on his heels, marching out of the lab with the same drumming paces as he had entered with, his bodyguard turning and following behind him in perfectly synchronized unison.
The head scientist swallowed a pain in his throat and let a tear run down his face. Remorse, sorrow and pity struggled within him. He had tricked the creation of god. His retribution would be terrible.
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I love scientific transformations over magical ones, as it gives me something to relate to more. Magic is and always will be fantasy. Science could, even as unlikely, still be. Scientific mutations however are a lot harder to pull of story wise. Cells growing and changing so rapidly will always grow in a completely haphazard random pattern, resulting in cancerous growths and mutations. For something to mutate so specifically one would need extremely super intelligent organisms, meaning cells that have within their genetic codes a sort of construction plan that tells them where and how to react in the host body. Furthermore, a transformation so sudden requires massive amount of energy unlike anything the body could produce. So I came up with Michael being suspended in a container filled with enriched something, from which the body could get its energy externally. Don’t take my word on anything I just said. These are just a few of the things I discovered on the web. My advice, Google it up. You might learn something, and if you’re a role-player (or writer) you can come up with great and realistic sounding stories.
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