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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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Luis was starting to wonder when the last time he had any kind of calories at all was-- because it felt like his body didn't know quite what to do with this "eating or drinking" thing.
"I will have since killed myself by that point, so you won't need to worry about me inciting it."
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"I can't tell you how long it's been since I've had venison. Abuelo used to hunt and cook it all the time back home. You got to see a bit of the forest, remember?"
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He nodded, "I remember. During that crazy shared dream. What does abuelo mean, by the way?" He knew he'd probably butchered the accent there.
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Luis seemed to think that was very funny for some reason.
"Ah, abuelo-- my grandfather. He was the one who raised me," he explained. "My parents left when I was very small."
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"Why did they leave?"
...this was becoming relevant to his interests.
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He had a long sip of his drink and wiped his mouth on his sleeve. "I don't remember them much, but my grandfather always told me my parents were vibrant people, they liked to travel and party. I guess that life appealed to them more than raising a child. Though I can't say I especially blame them. Pueblo can suck the life out of you after a while."
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Luis drifted off abruptly and seemed to jump on the subject change. "Wait a minute. You have kids? A tough guy like you? Naah, you don't seem the type!"
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At Luis's exclamation, he smiled, "Four. Barely a month old. It can't be that surprising, considering I've told you before that I have a mate."
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"Having a wife and having kids with her are totally different," he pointed out. "Both things I know I'd be terrible at, so I'll just keep from taking the chance at all." He did smile a bit to picture what any possible children of Kang might look like. "What are their names?"
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"Not my wife. Mate. We don't marry like the other races do," Kang pointed out with a grin that ended up falling slightly. "The two males are Brevo and Grosk, and the females are Yana and Kali."
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"Sorry, mate," he corrected. "But two boys and two girls. Heh. I bet they're cute." Luis found things like amoebas and starfish cute, baby Draconians were probably somewhere near puppy levels for him. "Eggs?"
He paused, and his head bobbed a bit dizzily. Normally it took many times this amount of alcohol... really must be working too hard. "I am sorry if that's rude to ask, I'm just curious."
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Besides, he wasn't even sure if coming back from the dead or whatever had happened to him even allowed you to have children. Not that he was going to go try it out or anything.
"That's right, your mate was in that dream too," he added, seemingly out of nowhere. "I feel like I know her already."
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...oh, she had been. He remembered the fear that had gnawed at him, and shoved it out of his mind, chuckling, "Oh, she was quite different as a hatchling."
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"Well, maybe she will come out of the pods someday and I will get to meet her for real," he offered. "I... am a little unclear on what happens if the family they promised us are dead. So I am not expecting mi abuelo to be in there anywhere. Though who knows."
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He growled, "Fon had bloody better be here, and the hatchlings, too. If she wakes up without them, I can guarantee she'll get several violations; I'm not looking forward to talking her down."
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Then he felt he needed to explain himself. "What I mean by that is... This ship is... very strange," he murmured. "Death doesn't mean quite the same thing here, I am guessing. Either that or it has some kind of timing with regards to grabbing people. In any case, I'm sure your family is safe in the pods down there."
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"I've noticed," he remarked dryly. "The only other person from my world here has been dead in my timeline for five years, and he was nabbed from a point decades further back. Hell, he didn't have any idea what I was."
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"Can you keep a secret?" he asked, then immediately went on. "Well I guess it's not a secret so much, I don't really care, it is what it is-- but I was dead too, before I woke up here. Leon says for almost two years. Isn't that something?"
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"It is interesting. Awkward as hell to deal with, on both ends, though." He fell silent, a sudden thought coming to mind. He wasn't sure if he was comfortable with the idea of her showing up on Stacy.
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"It's not a big deal. I had it coming anyway. And it's been like a gold mine of research opportunities." He thumped himself on the chest.
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It was hard to forget something like that, really.
Luis waved off his other question with a shake of his head. "It's a long story. It's nothing crucial."
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