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DNA strands in my hair [quite open]
Luis had acquired a new thing in a jar.
Well, really, two new things in a jar, two long organic objects a little less than two feet long that looked like large segmented legs, the type you'd find on an insect. One of them sat on the back end of his desk, frozen in stasis in a chemical designed for doing just that. The other he kept in a different jar and he was currently in the middle of testing some of the tissue he'd scraped off of it. It was placed in an airtight contaminant observation box while he performed various experiments on it.
It was susceptible to various types of damage but also had remarkable regenerative capabilities, growing back quickly when he burned or sliced it away. The real interesting part came when he applied an electrical current to it. The slice of flesh looked like it was sizzling and then suddenly burst into action, growing into a pulsating mass several times its original size and quivering until it exploded, coating the inside of the box with a nasty greenish-purplish-yellow fluid that began to ooze and drip.
Luis stared at it for a few good seconds, then pulled off his glasses, ripped off his gloves and began packing up his supplies, shaking his head with a heavy sigh. He looked exhausted and desperately in need of a distraction.
It was time for a drink. Or to at least find something, or someone, that could get him out of this lab for the rest of the night.
Well, really, two new things in a jar, two long organic objects a little less than two feet long that looked like large segmented legs, the type you'd find on an insect. One of them sat on the back end of his desk, frozen in stasis in a chemical designed for doing just that. The other he kept in a different jar and he was currently in the middle of testing some of the tissue he'd scraped off of it. It was placed in an airtight contaminant observation box while he performed various experiments on it.
It was susceptible to various types of damage but also had remarkable regenerative capabilities, growing back quickly when he burned or sliced it away. The real interesting part came when he applied an electrical current to it. The slice of flesh looked like it was sizzling and then suddenly burst into action, growing into a pulsating mass several times its original size and quivering until it exploded, coating the inside of the box with a nasty greenish-purplish-yellow fluid that began to ooze and drip.
Luis stared at it for a few good seconds, then pulled off his glasses, ripped off his gloves and began packing up his supplies, shaking his head with a heavy sigh. He looked exhausted and desperately in need of a distraction.
It was time for a drink. Or to at least find something, or someone, that could get him out of this lab for the rest of the night.
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He shoved the box full o' dripping goo off to the side. "I'm done for tonight, though, I've had enough of watching some smartass virus stomp all over every one of my theories for one..." he glanced at his watch, "35 hour period."
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"C'mon, I'll get you a drink. Then add to your workload."
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"A drink would be great," he said, shoving the rest of his work aside and standing up. "But I swear to god, Leon, if you give me any more stupid god damned mutant viruses to work on, I'm going to do something very drastic, possibly involving myself and an airlock."
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"This is a little different."
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He shoved his hair out of his face and let out a heavy sigh. "Is this going to be something I will want the alcohol after I hear about? Timing is important with this kind of thing."
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"The PRL 412, I want to know if you can modify it to get rid of Yeerks." So, do you want to get drunk, Luis, or really drunk?
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And then he was off. "The PRL works with a concentrated beam of ultraviolet radiation-- it causes a breakdown of the Plagas' cells, and that's the same reason why they're sensitive to sunlight. Think of it as being prone to an incredibly bad sunburn."
He made a thoughtful face. "If Yeerks have a similar kind of weakness, then yes, I'm sure I could make something similar to use. I would have to take precautions, of course, because firing an ultraviolet laser into a clothed torso is a bit different than firing it into somebody's head." Talk about an incredibly bad sunburn.
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No homo." Well, that and the way he explained the science, at least in the abstract, didn't go over Leon's head."Now let's go before you get too into this and I have to drag you out of here." He smirked a bit, "Captain's orders."
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He followed Leon, all too happy to leave his work behind him for now. "Right, right. I forgot you were the big cheese around here for now," Luis said, sounding impressed. "Well, your highness, I guess now would be a good time to ask for a raise, sí?"
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"So how was your shore leave?" He asked while they walked. "Y'know, before everything went to hell. I never did get a chance to ask you about it."
Not that he had seen much of Luis during that time. He and Claire had been rather busy enjoying each others company.
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"And the ladies," he added. "Oh, dear god, the ladies."
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"Anyone I'd know?" Y'know, just in case he needs to stop some woman from trying to kill him.
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He paused. "Granted, that is a lot of women, for me..."
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Well, shit... "Nice!"
What? Leon may be a nice guy, a good guy, and a largely stoic guy... but he was still a guy.
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"I know, right? She's a total fox. I still got it, what did I tell you?"
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"I should've never doubted you."
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He had a seat (more like collapsed into it) and rubbed his eyes again. Was it always this bright out of the lab, here? "I don't care what you get, but it has to be strong."