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For the time after the experimental massacre I've done numerous tests not
only in myself but also on those who shares my blood, particularly "my" clones. Although
some would still consider human testing evil and cruel, they didn't think that doing tests
on yourself applies to that particular law, though some who've seen me do this would say
otherwise, people like that just can't leave me and my children alone, but, I've already
begun those tests on my children before they were created. I've planned, tweaked, molded,
welded, bypassed, even bled into making a specific gene, and upon their birth they've all
shared my blood, but, with a different face and body. I don't know they're powers or what
the tests results were, but I don't keep em in cages like animals, they are my children after
all, and as the man who's blood they were created from, I let them roam free around my
home like any parent "should."
Over fifty clones are born after my one year of testing out in the Peruvian Andes, though
the construction on how I built my home should remain a secret because only my first born
can answer that, only he died on that weekend, that dreaded weekend, and he's a part of me
now and forever, leaning on my back, guiding me, even protecting me, though I still lost my
voice and nothing can change that. Now back to what I'm doing, I brought my 22nd and 11th
sons, Elvis and Dy, though I had to convince their COs if I could steal em away for a bit for a
little check up on how their powers have grown. Dy has always loved dance music and have
made a few of his own though with that skill I gave him a sonic-pressure gene which in turn
if he hits a base line along with a deep and heavy beat the air pressure forming around the
sound wave would be pushed in the opposite direction creating a gust like force that can
either shove or displace anything that the pressure hits, and now he's able to push a tank
10 ft off the ground as if it was a prius, but, he does have good music to do that. As for Elvis
well it wouldn't take a long for anyone to figure what he can do, but as for him, plucking a
string or strumming a note does more than rocking the heart of a person, it can either move
or tear a person in half and yes I've seen that happen once, poor soul didn't have a chance
to run away with my wallet... Well karma's a "B" word right? Both Dy and Elvis can use any
specific instrument that allows them to use their abilities though my friends in OllinTek
sought to recruit them which I let them and so they gave my sons amplifiers to allow them to do
much more than what I've mentioned, but, those results are best kept to me and OllinTek's
poindexters of their Savant corps. Perhaps playing God doesn't mean your the one directing
the play, maybe your just directing the end of the beginning. "Nihil sub sole Novum," as they say
in the labs... Nothing new under the sun... maybe they should say something like, "God is not
immortal, because he's like us and have always been like us."
- by InKeyedFantasy |
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- | Submitted on 04/02/2015 |
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- Title: A Play on God
- Artist: InKeyedFantasy
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Playing God on yourself is not wrong, humanely, but is a way on seeing just how your actions can turn the tides on anything that humanity stands for entirely, creating and bringing a child into this world is the perfect thing life has, but, to let your children test themselves on this planet my
version on a play on God. - Date: 04/02/2015
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