Thirty Years After the Ban: A Genetic Experiment Gone Rogue Many years ago, a war, spread like wildfire across our globe and several other nations we had become aligned with in the course of our intrepid indiscretions into interstellar borders. This war was more terrible than many of the great wars of our timeline, involving many of our peoples. It was decreed that the war had to stop, lest the war drive ours, and others, civilizations to extinction. Thus it came to pass that all races end all hostilities to others and end any experimentation driven by the war. Many, however, did not agree with this sanctimonious decision and instead continued many experiments into, now banned, artificial enhancements and genetic modification for the purposes of creating weaponry. When this was banned many labs were destroyed, either to hide their purpose, or to hide the secrets they made in them. Some of those secrets knew of what those long forgotten scientists, engineers, and militarists achieved and continue to study their work, even though they couldn’t practise it. However instead of this many chose to remain hidden from the worlds they inhabited, the peoples and the governments that would seek to unlock those secrets of their past, to use them for what they intended, electing instead to remain hidden, for better or worse. ‘Thirty years after the ban on artificial genetic enhancements’ The air hung heavy in the living room as the news sank in. Three people were sat around the living room, two on the sofa, and one in a chair turned to face them. The doctor sat on the sofa, next to a young women, who was weeping, had just arrived, in tangent with a peace officer, who was sat in the chair, to tell her of the news of her daughter, Abigail’s, death at the hands of a masked assailant, who had mugged her and ran but was currently being searched for actively by the peace officers. Even though Abigail was adopted she’d grown very fond of the somewhat mature young girl of 9 who had stolen her heart, and as she wept for her loss she found that her plight was comforted by the fact she had gone on to better things. ‘Four Days Later’ It was dark, cramped and now getting real hard to breathe, she needed to get out, to run away and hide but the thick gossamer fabric on the lid and sides caused the sounds to be blocked so banging and screaming could do nothing for her plight. …and then things took a turn
