Chapter 2

40 views. 38 visits. 1 review. Maybe I didn't make myself clear, but I want feedback from all of you, or at least the half that cares. Even hate mail is appreciated because I can get better through listening to your criticisms. To my ONE REVIEWER, Rorscarch, the truth is that the first chapter was basically exposition. I wanted to get into the story more before throwing you into more exposition. But, I'll trust my ONE REVIEWER and put my exposition in this chapter too. Those who don't like it, it's your own faults. Oh, and disclaimer.

(Mae's P.O.V.)

It was back in the high school days, the day after school ended for Phineas and the gang. They got word of two new kids moving in to an apartment complex nearby. That's where Jess and I come in. We just happened to move in next door to each other, and as soon as I saw him, I knew there would be trouble. See, I was a budding- wait what? No, not like that. Jeez way to take that the wrong way. Well, I was an increasingly knowledgeable and upcoming micro engineer and robotics expert. Jess was in to genetics and chemistry. Rivalry was inevitable. We constantly got into debates about the scientific and moral advantages and disadvantages of our given fields. When Phineas and Co. got to the building, one such argument was going on outside on the sidewalk.

"…AND if a trait is successfully PASSED ON from parent to child the body accepts it as HELPFUL and it CONTINUES to be transmitted. What I'm saying is that those with genetic deficiencies and their children could GREATLY BENEFIT from a SLIGHT alteration to their genetic code." I explained, hoping that I had gained the upper hand.

"True, but to alter ones genetic code would be completely changing the person. Several mental disorders could result from conflicting views of past and present characteristics of one's own self or loved ones. Also, in order to alter one's chromosomes without the body rejecting the new cells formed, one would have to alter the entirety of the cells in the body at once. We're talking about billions of constantly forming and dying cells. Even if we made enough of your little bots, that kind of instantaneity is not possible with our modern technology!" Jess exclaimed in his own, quiet kind of way. Suddenly, we were interrupted by a group of kids walking towards us.

"Whoa whoa whoa, both micro engineering and genetics are perfectly valid fields of science." Said the pointy one.

"Well JESS doesn't seem to THINK SO!" I was furious with the world by then, and yelling really helps me vent. It also helps when I'm being hyperactive. But I digress.

"You badmouthed genetics first," he proclaimed, staring me directly in the eyes.

"Wait… genetics and micro robotics? Ferb, I know what we're going to do today!"

And so it began. Two summers later, the apartment complex shut down. One day, Jess and I decided to go back and finish getting our doctorates in college (we finished highschool early) at Tri-State State, the same college as Isabella and Phineas. I have to admit, I did come to like Jess, a lot. Very very much. Some might say love? He is just slightly less clueless than Phineas though, like how he gives me funny looks sometimes when I drop hints. Oh well.

Bam! Exposition in your face!