Rogue
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The thought I thought I thought wasn't the thought I thought I thought.
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Post by Rogue on Feb 26, 2006 21:36:41 GMT -5
It had been years, centuries in fact since her 4 times great grandfather had created what many perceived a monster. Centuries since her family's name had been tainted with crazy and crackpot. It had been a very long time since the monster had been made and all laws of science and life had been defied by one person.
Messy brown hair had been yanked into a bun by a small black elastic. A few strands fell into a slightly bony face with well defined features. Large green eyes darted over a lab table as flasks bubbled and vials fizzed. The body of the girl was dressed in a traditional lab coat with a pair of slacks and dress shoes.
She would figure this out. She would be able to accomplish what only one in her family could. Using her grandfather's old journals she would be able to create what only one being could. Life. Sure, nowadays science was so far advanced that you could choose what your child looked like, acted like, and what disabilities it inherited, but you could not create a human from nothing, as of yet. Things had gotten so bad that people even resorted to calling the stories of her great great great great grandfather ludicrous old wives tales. She would prove them wrong, she would prove that what he did was more than a legend, it was truth. It was science.
{The role of an 'Egor' (name optional) is needed, along with a mentor, significant other (or simply someone interested in her) best friend, and skeptic colleague who is trying to get her committed.}
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