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Super Heroes
30 October 2008 14:47Personally, I blame all those super-hero movies.
A lot of scientists are obsessive by nature. They have to be. The minutiae fascinate them. If it didn’t, they couldn’t solve the big problems. God is in the details.
A lot of them are geeks as well because of this. Historical recreationists, civil war enthusiasts, figurine painters, hobbyists, and toy builders.
Comic book collectors.
When those scientists in Atlanta learned how to rewire the DNA, they gave themselves super powers. The days of The Eight are still remembered with terror. There still isn’t a precise ‘normal human’ body count but it’s in the millions. It was like gods fighting each other.
We didn’t beat them. They killed each other.
The last one alive, Dr. Olsen Hendricks, huge and blue-skinned with smoking pits for eyes where Dr. Tamea Shin has burned them out with her heat vision before he snapped her neck, wanted to turn back time, we think.
In a fit of regret, half-mad from pain, Dr. Hendricks flew up into space.
It’s been agreed that he was going to fly around the Earth at super-speed and try to reverse the timestream. Like in the first Superman movie. Of course, that would have killed the entire planet if he had succeeded.
He wasn’t immune to the vacuum of space. He froze solid in the act of turning inside out. His body was collected by a space shuttle and brought back to a top secret sub-basement for research.
Their Atlanta research facility was completely destroyed in the first battle. No one knows what caused the first fight. They didn’t keep their information online. It was too sensitive. All the research died with them.
New scientists are trying to recreate it, of course, but so far it’s met with failure. They’ll get it one day, though. Being scared of that day has become part of the human condition.
Fucking super heroes.
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A lot of scientists are obsessive by nature. They have to be. The minutiae fascinate them. If it didn’t, they couldn’t solve the big problems. God is in the details.
A lot of them are geeks as well because of this. Historical recreationists, civil war enthusiasts, figurine painters, hobbyists, and toy builders.
Comic book collectors.
When those scientists in Atlanta learned how to rewire the DNA, they gave themselves super powers. The days of The Eight are still remembered with terror. There still isn’t a precise ‘normal human’ body count but it’s in the millions. It was like gods fighting each other.
We didn’t beat them. They killed each other.
The last one alive, Dr. Olsen Hendricks, huge and blue-skinned with smoking pits for eyes where Dr. Tamea Shin has burned them out with her heat vision before he snapped her neck, wanted to turn back time, we think.
In a fit of regret, half-mad from pain, Dr. Hendricks flew up into space.
It’s been agreed that he was going to fly around the Earth at super-speed and try to reverse the timestream. Like in the first Superman movie. Of course, that would have killed the entire planet if he had succeeded.
He wasn’t immune to the vacuum of space. He froze solid in the act of turning inside out. His body was collected by a space shuttle and brought back to a top secret sub-basement for research.
Their Atlanta research facility was completely destroyed in the first battle. No one knows what caused the first fight. They didn’t keep their information online. It was too sensitive. All the research died with them.
New scientists are trying to recreate it, of course, but so far it’s met with failure. They’ll get it one day, though. Being scared of that day has become part of the human condition.
Fucking super heroes.
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