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Wyrm Syndrome
-/\/\- 11/24/99
-Preview
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"My apologies, Dr. Kasuminome, but Genom is still a young company. I am afraid we are unable to fund your research."
"I understand, Muhoshin-san. I appreciate your time." The balding geneticisist replied, standing. He bowed politely, "An honor."
Muhoshin, too, stood. "An honor indeed of meeting someone of your caliber, Kasuminome-san. If it were up to me..." The man politely left the words unsaid, but gave a simple nod to two large men, a sign for them to escort the good doctor out.
The ride home in his small, cramped auto, was irritating to the already high-strung doctor. It had gone better, much better, than he had anticipated. Most companies turned him down without even hearing him out. He was famous in the genetic sequence cracking department, known as one of the best. But his infamy to corporations was still held by an single accident dating back several years, before several laws were placed on gengineering.
The results of the experiment had been unforseen, and many good people had died because of his lack of forsight, leaving a mar on an otherwise flawless record. Accordingly, most institutions refused to back his experiments, even those with reportedly less than lawful laboratory procedures.
With a final sigh, Kasuminome Watake edged into the driveway of the apartment complex in which he lived, and shut the motor to the car off.
Even if his record was fallible, it was his desire to create... _it_. The greatest genetic marvel he'd come up with. The original designs had been flawed, imperfect. It had created a particularly violent, anti-communal behaviour within its host. Uncontrollable. Hence the horrible accident all those years ago. "But I have it now!" Kasuminome cried, slamming the car door shut. "I am so close to the perfection of my creation, and no one will let me finish my work." Once again the doctor sighed, frustrated with his lack of success.
He opened the door to his apartment, and became vaugley surprised to see a light in the main room. Approaching the room, he called out, "Sophine?"
"I am sorry," a mechanically deepened voice replied to his query, "But that is not my name." Kasuminome turned the corner to see a man in a white mask, with a stiff beige suit, flanked by two black suited Chinese. "Greetings, Dr. Kasuminome."
"Who are you!? What are you doing here!?"
"My identity," the masked man replied calmly, "is to remain undisclosed. However, my prescence is that of a potential employer. I represent a company called Dorress, a privately funded genetic weapons facility. We have become aware, and are tremendously interested in what seems to be your pet project. We wish to see it come to fruitation by supplying you with the materials you need to perform this miracle."
"Is that so?" Kasuminome replied, suspicous.
"Yes. Unless you are not interested in my offer?"
"I assure you sir, I am interested..."
"Excellent, Dr. Kasuminome. May I inquire... what did you call this project?"
"I... call it BAOH."
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