"In my time, scientists had discovered how to manipulate the...the threads of life within every single part of our body that contain the blueprints that determine the traits we acquire as we grow from adulthood–what they called genes." Honor begins to explain. Don't worry, she'll keep it mostly brief.
"By combining these genes in different ways, these scientists were able to create living beings that possessed traits that they desired: hair color, height, strength intelligence, a greater resistance to disease...completely new forms of humans, designed according to a plan. Life, though, never acts the way you completely want. In the Final War of old Earth, the nations of that time modified millions of children in the womb to produce an army of perfect soldiers. Stronger and faster than any normal man, with the intellect of geniuses. They were all those things...the hair-trigger tempers and psychotic personalities was not intended."
Honor raises her hands to the side, palms open.
"The devastation of that time led to the banning of such gross alternations under the Beowulf Convention...but some kept on with their work...designing humans for sale and commission, made to order, modified to possess the biological traits that any number of unscrupulous customers might desire: dumb laborers, entertainers, socially meek savants, bodyguards, docile pleasure servants..."
Honor brings her hands together, fist to palm, a furrow in her brow.
"I'm proud to say that even the enemy of our star nation joins forces with us to hunt down those slavers...but there always seems to be soulless bastards willing to keep them in business...hell, it's enough to make one think that a fair chunk of the human race just needs a good culling."
现在我在北京大学。全家说汉语！ 我很怕！
"In my time, scientists had discovered how to manipulate the...the threads of life within every single part of our body that contain the blueprints that determine the traits we acquire as we grow from adulthood–what they called genes." Honor begins to explain. Don't worry, she'll keep it mostly brief.
"By combining these genes in different ways, these scientists were able to create living beings that possessed traits that they desired: hair color, height, strength intelligence, a greater resistance to disease...completely new forms of humans, designed according to a plan. Life, though, never acts the way you completely want. In the Final War of old Earth, the nations of that time modified millions of children in the womb to produce an army of perfect soldiers. Stronger and faster than any normal man, with the intellect of geniuses. They were all those things...the hair-trigger tempers and psychotic personalities was not intended."
Honor raises her hands to the side, palms open.
"The devastation of that time led to the banning of such gross alternations under the Beowulf Convention...but some kept on with their work...designing humans for sale and commission, made to order, modified to possess the biological traits that any number of unscrupulous customers might desire: dumb laborers, entertainers, socially meek savants, bodyguards, docile pleasure servants..."
Honor brings her hands together, fist to palm, a furrow in her brow.
"I'm proud to say that even the enemy of our star nation joins forces with us to hunt down those slavers...but there always seems to be soulless bastards willing to keep them in business...hell, it's enough to make one think that a fair chunk of the human race just needs a good culling."