Age of Gentech

Bear28 · 01-19-2016, 08:45 PM

This is one I'm working on not very far into it and don't know where I'm going with it.

NOTES
Humanity Coalition – Organization calling for the enslavement of all splicers. Demands splicing be banned. All spliced life imprisoned, enslaved, or destroyed.


Menro Freedom Syndicate (MFS) – Organization that provides legal aid to all existing spliced lifeforms. Also calls for bans on splicing and tighter controls on genetic manipulation.


Menro Control and Hostel Extermination (MCHE) – Special Forces branch originally under the control of the NSA, now under control of the Department of Defense. MCHE tracks all splicing in the USA and has some work with Interpol for spliced criminals abroad. MCHE also is called in and has complete authority involving crimes committed by splicers. All legal splicing facilities answer to MCHE control and MCHE shuts down all black market splicing operations when found.

Bear28 · 01-19-2016, 08:47 PM

Maliko squared her stance, anticipating the attack. Her ears which as the rattle of a chain began its arc towards the back of her head. Maliko moved with unnatural speed and punched her attacker in the throat. The chain hit the ground with a sickening clinking as the attacker fell with his hands on his throat gasping for air. A quick spin kick to the head incapacitated the ski-masked assailant for good.

 Maliko turned and walked out of the ally as the attacker gurgled on his own blood.


 Earth has changed, and some would not say for the better. 2019 had dawned and two major events had hit the world and had shattered its outlook. One was the results of genetic manipulation. Since the human genome and DNA had been broken and mapped there where those who started to manipulate it. Cloning soon followed with a sheep named Dolly in 1997. Most of the nations who were members of the U. N. quickly banned human cloning.

 The military saw application for the new sciences of micro-biology and genetic manipulation. Although the governments of the United States passed laws against such actions, the armed forces and the NSA funded billions of dollars into black projects that used such research aimed to create new super soldiers and illegal bio and viral weaponry.

 Soon parents could customize genetic codes of their unborn children. While medicine only intended such manipulation to fix diseases and birth defects at a genetic level, there were those who would take large amounts of money to customize the unborn. The controversial and fallacious events of the movie “Galiga” soon became the norm. The steps started by Hitler for his master race had only been postponed, not defeated by the brave Allies of World War 2, but had been made fact in the new age.

 Humans began to be spliced with animal and mutated DNA. The hope was to make stronger and faster soldiers or assassins, dependent on which army or organization paid the suppliers in the black market. The drug cartels of Central America were the first to have such genetically-spliced combatants in open news reports. Soon, due to diligent reporters and security personnel leaking files, it was shown that 80% of the countries of the world had such mercenaries and personnel as well.

 The U. N. and N. A. T. O. pushed the signing of the Ankara Resolution, a treaty that banned such use of genetic manipulation in uses of war and security on May 25th, 2018 in Turkey.

 While the agreement banned the use of splicing and genetic manipulation in soldiers for armed conflicts, military actions, and wars it left other uses of the splicing technology and application of such knowledge legal. Some nations and organizations continued using it as weapons of war anyway. Splicing quickly took up a big part of the body modification subcultures. Each state and nation needed to decide whether they would continue to allow splicing to carry on or to ban or limit its uses.

 The second major change was the awakening event that started in 2017, near Barranquilla Colombia. In a place made famous for its coffee exports, and by small time documentaries made for their shock value, about how its young boys lost their virginities to donkeys, it would become now known as the birthplace of the Barranquilla Evolution. The Barranquilla Evolution would be more commonly known as the Awakening. Animals suddenly could communicate with humans. Although it was first documented in Colombia the effect of the evolution went worldwide within three months. Scientist still cannot explain the event or why it is even possible to this day. All test showed that there was no mutation. All animal testing showed that the animal DNA and physiology was normal and the same as it was before the Awakening. Animals still did not talk as humans did, nor did they use a form of telepathy. It was as if overnight people suddenly understood what animals were where saying when they made their normal communication and body language. The U. N. had no choice but to grant these awakened animals the status and legal protection of humans. After all it became difficult to hunt or butcher animals for food, sport, or products when they could hold full-fledged conversations.

Bear28 · 01-19-2016, 08:53 PM

Maliko moved with swift cunning through the busy streets of Chicago. Pulling the hood of her sweatshirt around her face to hide her catlike appearance. She was a splicer. Not one of the original races who had been spliced for security, assassination, or for the armed forces. She was part of the underground sub-culture of black-market splicing that was quickly taken up by those into body modification. Before splicing started to become more and more common she had been a furry. Yet her fursona was long forgotten in the new world.

Fursuiters had become a rare thing. After all why spend thousands of dollars on designing and building a suit to look like an animal character when one could go out and have surgeries and be spliced with animal DNA with the same cash.

She squinted in the bright light. She couldn’t quite hide her catlike eyes with the slanted irises. The day light still hurt her at times but her eye splicing operation had been done by a bad underground back ally doctor. It was a decision that she still regretted. She had always thought about having them fixed, but she could still see as good as she could before the operation and twice as far in darkness. Yet bright light still hurt her eyes at times. Usually if she didn’t want anyone to notice her she would where dark sunglasses and a hooded sweatshirt to hide he feline eyes and ears.

She had not had enough cash to get the tail. It was one of those things she was hoping to get some day, but she didn’t see it anytime in the near future.

She moved through the streets and around the see of people and obstacles with the grace and dexterity of a dancer. In fact before she had become a member of the splicing underground and body-modification circuit that most of the rest of the world ridiculed, she had been a dancer. At a young age her mother had forced her into ballet, a thing to this day that she still abhorred. The early mornings to go to class when no living thing had a right to even think about being awake. The movements that where always judged by over critical argent jerks. The pain from some of the movements, almost beyond bearing. She still winced when she remembered standing and walking on her toes. Only the truly dedicated would push their bodies to the limits for the perfection of the performance of the art.

As soon as she could she had dropped out of ballet ran away from her over controlling judgmental mother and switched to pole dancing. She supported herself and got off the streets at the age of 16 by doing erotic dancing. But her body still remembered the movements and the dexterity required for both.

Although she was a stripper she was no whore or slut. She would lay down for no man who she didn’t choose to invite into her bed. A few men had tried and ended up with a knife to their balls. Most walked away with them intact but with a scar on the leg to close for comfort. A few had end with a thin cut in there scrotums.

She moved quickly through the streets aware that she was being followed. She didn’t know by who but she knew that she was being shadowed. Her ears twitched at the same sounds of the same boots. Maybe she was being followed by the MCHE. At least she hoped it was the Menro Control and Hostel Extermination. She prayed it wasn’t any of the HC bigoted idiots.

Bear28 · 01-19-2016, 08:56 PM

John surveyed the land around him. It was the fourth place he had looked at with Kyla at his side this month. A place where they might be able to make a new life with each other. A place destitute and rural with no one around to judge them. After all his years of being a member and soldier of the Humanity Coalition and being raised and taught to hate all splicers, he was sick and tired of the life and wanted to give it up.

Another big part was Kyla.

He surveyed the land of the desert and found a windswept cave in a crag of rocks. There were natural defenses from the rocks and he could see that the cave had been occupied before. An old metal bed spring was sitting in the hallow of the cave balanced on rocks to keep the metal from touching the pet gravel and sand. It was an old creaky bed springs. The type that his grandparents would have used and it more than likely dated from the 1920’s. From the size it must have been a twin. He was surprised that it was whole and had not rusted in the desert air. Even though the remains of the mattress had long since disintegrated.

Kyla emerged from around the rocks. Her gray and white fur dusty from the air. She continued to sniff around the camp her tail wagging as he made more explorations.

There were no natural water sources nearby, that posed the biggest problem. He had seen a few rabbits around. So there would be food if one liked rabbit. He kicked over a metal and rusted out bucket with a small square cut out of it and the bottom had had a hole knocked in it. Someone had fashioned it into a makeshift stove in the past. Sun and wind rotted wood had been stacked neatly next to the opening of the cave. Deeper in the cave he found a flint rock and a steel striker. The steel of course had succumbed to time and had become encased in rust. He clanked it against the flint and saw a small spark, rusted or not it still worked.

“What do you think?” he asked as he looked over at Kyla.

She perked her ears at him and wagged her tail. Her blue eyes happy and full of curiosity. It was one of the things he loved about her. She was a Siberian Husky, who looked a bit funny at the moment sense she has recently been shaved, in preparation for coming out to the hot temperature of the desert. Still furry but not as fluffy as she was normally. She sniffed the air looking back at him, her tail wagging.

“It’s too hot,” she rolled her tongue out panting. “But there are rabbits nearby. Can I hunt?” Kyla did not exactly open her mouth to speak to him but John understood her anyway. Science still could not explain how certain animals could do this, hell they still had no idea what had caused the Awaking in animals. Or maybe it was the Awaking in Humans to suddenly understand their animal companions? No matter, John understood her as if she had spoken.

“I don’t care. Go have fun,” he smiled at her and rubbed an ear. “Just stay close in case there’s any danger.”

Kyla wagged her tail as she ran off in search of prey. John pulled the wrist rocket out of his back pocket, forced the hinged armrest into place and lightly tested the tension of the rubber band. Out of a pouch he pulled out a hunting steely and loaded it into the weapons sling. It was not as good as a gun but he was accurate with it.

With the slingshot loaded he made his way down the hill carefully with the weapon in hand. Unlike pistols or bows where he could have one hand free for balance, the slingshot required both hands. The stone in its firing pouch between thumb and index finger and the weapon held tightly in his other hand.

Still exploring the land he came across a 50 gallon drum with the top missing and filled with bullet holes. Next to it was a fair length of steel cable. It was partly rusted but if he needed it he knew where to find it. It was strung out as if it lead somewhere but he was not sure where.
Was it abandoned? Or was it laid out as some type of marker?

He continued to fallow it.

A few steps later and a rabbit burst out of the sage brush in front of him. Without thinking he raised the sling, sighted his prey, and fired. The rabbit died 20 feet away, summersaulting in the air from the force of the stone that hit in the back of the head. John did not even need to walk up to it to know that it was dead. But he was raised by hunters who had thought him to always make sure of his kills and to make the shot and death quick. In fact during his first years of deer hunting to put food in the family freezer he was given only one bullet for the 30-aught-six bolt-action rifle. It had never been fun to sit in the snow and cold or hours on end and miss his one shot to walk back home half frozen and empty handed.

He picked up the dead rabbit and whistled loudly. Within moments Kyla was at his side panting. He offered her the rabbit. She sniffed the carcass then gently took it from him and disappeared under a bush to eat out of his sight.

Although he had been raised in nature and knew the natural cycles of predator and prey, had butchered his own fair share of game both in the wild on the hunt and on the farm where he had once lived, and more in his army survival training; he still did not like to watch carnivores eat. At one time he may have found such actions interesting from an observational standpoint but now he just found it revolting and morbid. He still hunted to keep his wilderness skills sharp; one never knew when he might have to catch his dinner. And if he wanted to go off grid he would not be shopping at every mom and pop grocery store he came across for food.

He let Kyla enjoy her meal as he continued on down the hill, another stone loaded into the wrist rocket.

He came across tree limbs and branches that had been long ago stripped of their bark and had been siting and drying into hardness and sun rot for who knew how many years. Soon after he came across an old junk yard of metal rings, old cans rusted to blackness, broken and rusted buckets, and broken glass. The shards of glass glimmered in the sun reflecting back clear light or colored light rom brown, green, blue, indigo, or purple glass. He kicked tin out of his way, picked up a few of the unbroken glass bottles and containers. Some of them dated from before the 50’s by their shape and color. He had never heard of Scherlery or National Distillers. He wondered how they had even sold their products when on the glass of the bottle itself were the words “Federal law forbids sale or re use of this bottle.”

He would stop and pick up junk he found, examined it and tossed it away. The recent additions to the junkyard where beer bottles from someone who had come out to the desert to have a drink. Not a good idea as alcohol only dehydrated the body in a place where the environment was already doing that job on its own. He also came across spent shells from both shot guns and rifles that made him concluded that this abandoned junkyard also serviced as a shooting range.

To close to human civilization for his tastes.

Kyla came walking up behind him panting in the desert heat. He wiped perspiration from his own brow. He looked down to see that her maw and torso were covered in slowly drying blood and some rabbit fur was sticking to her own.

“You know dear you are quit a messy eater,” he said as he shook his head.

She wagged her tail and looked up at him. “Look who’s talking. You are always eating chicken with your fingers instead of a fork and knife like your parents do.”

He rolled his eyes at that comment. He continued walking and Kyla shadowed his steps silently behind. Both examining the world around them. Kyla bushes and holes and John bottles and old junk that had been left out here in the sun and sand to rot and rust.

Relics of another era.

Bear28 · 09-10-2017, 08:20 PM

Melko was a child of the streets. She had lived off the dark underbelly of the city for so long that she knew virtually every trick. She could feel the urban environment breathing and could dance to its pulse. Any street rat knew that the city was alive, even if non-street kids and scientist said that they were insane. Cities lived and breathed with their own savage energy.

It was her street smarts that had allowed her to slip undetected from those who trailed her. Her skills also allowed her to slip unnoticed behind them. Her hooded jacket had also changed. No longer red but a dark gray-black. She had managed a moment when she first lost the group following her to pull the garment off inside out and put it back on. A professional thief had thought her about reversible clothing.

When she started trailing those who had been trailing her, she was amused to see their confusion and then outrage at losing her. She trailed them for the next twenty minutes before they gave up and got into a black unmarked minivan and drove off.

Even as close as Melko dared to get without being seen, she never did discover who they were or why they were after her. With a quick glance around to make sure that she was alone, or as alone as any could be on a crowed street, before she vanished down an ally. She dodged down allies. Moving in and out of the shadows of the buildings. Sidestepping piles of refuse from overflowing trash cans, the occasional homeless person, and pools of thing she would rather not know what they were.

She moved her way deeper into the under city of Chicago. She knew that a few of the drunkards and homeless people she had passed were guards and watchmen for a friend of hers. Even though she was not a member of the particular organization her friend did, she knew that she could hang out at his place for a while and be relatively safe.

The two had been fast friends for a few years now. If she was still being fallowed, he could stash her at one of his safe houses for a while.

She came to a metal grated door with a slid peephole. She knocked on the door. Carefully tapping out the beats to ‘shave and a haircut.” The knock echoed in the alleyway around her. The metal slid of the peephole slid open with a thud. Golden snake-like-eyes peered out at her. The voice that belonged to the eyes was a soft snake-like-hiss. Due to the fact that the voice’s owner had had his tongue split years ago.

“What do you want?”

She pulled back her hood to revile her face as she smiled up at the door. She knew that man behind it. When she had first met him she had instantly disliked him. She still did not trust him. He was nothing more than a hired muscle. He was a thug, and his loyalty laid with whoever paid the most. Yet as at the same time if a fight did break out he was the man she wanted watching her ass.

“Jerik, you know it’s me,” she said with a hint of irritation.

He hissed as his eyes narrowed. “You know that I hate that name.”

“I know that you do, Jerik” she stated with a sly smile. “Is Victor in?”

The snake eyes rolled in annoyance. “Ya.”

The door peep plate slide shut with a bang. Sounds of locks being opened drifted to her twitching ears. The door slowly opened on well-oiled hinges.

She stepped through into the dimness. Jerik pulled the door shut and started turning and sliding locks back into place. It took her eyes a moment to adjust to the gloom. Her eyes adjusted more quickly than those of a normal human. Although her eyes surgery had been botched and blight light hurt she thrived in gloom and twilight levels.

She knew that the bruit was right behind her. She also knew that another stood not far from them ready to deal out pain and even death if needed.

“Which room?”

“Just go straight. He’s in the common.”

She nodded slightly to the serpent splicer, than continued down the hallway. She passed a few locked doors, her ears picking up muffled sounds of various activity’s that she would rather not know about. Sex, BSDM, and drug use being the most readily recognizable. The drug was more than likely the drug Moxadroxain, better known as Super E or Splicer Candy. It was a big hit with splicers. It was a mix of ecstasy and LSD and was shot up like heroin.

She entered the common room. There were a few men gather around. Normal humans, splicers, and a few of the awaken. There was a big Doberman in the corner smoking a cigarette as he lazily watched the room. A few girls danced on a raised staged, one on a pole. The two girls were down to their panties. The red head not on the pole slowly sliding her black lacy thong off to dangle in the face of a man spliced with bull DNA. The man was sniffing deeply and was clearly aroused. The stripper hung the garment on one of his horns before turning around and wiggling her ass in his face.

On the other side of the room from the strippers was a lion at a table. Her friend Victor.

He was half siting half lounging in an over-sized beanbag chair. He was concentration on a intricately carved wooden game board before him. Malko walked up to the opposite side of the table and studied the board.

Mancala she realized.

The wooden board was carved with twelve small depressions, six to a side and two large depressions, one on each end. Stones of different colors filled most of the depressions only a few were empty. So the game must have been going for a bit.

Victor contemplated his next move. He tapped a depression on his side with a paw. One of his human attendants, a black man dressed in a well-tailored suit and sunglasses, picked up the stones in a leather gloved hand and began dropping the stones one by one into the other cups as Victor looked up at her.

“It’s been a while. In trouble?”

She sighed and took in the lion. The tufts on his mane had recently dried red and he had red highlights streaked through it as well.

“My complements on your hair dresser.”

“What can I do for you?”

“Some idiots are after me. I don’t know who or why. I gave them the slip awhile back but I figured I better lay low here for a bit.”

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