Hello, noble people of the StarTrek fandom! I have finally returned with a new chapter!

I was stricken mightily with Writer's Block, and was unhappily lazing about instead of doing writing. And I am still suffering from the Writer's Block, but hopefully I can pull myself out sometime.

Ah... T.

They had never been normal. Never. No matter how hard they tried, no matter what they did. They were never just people. Never just citizens. Never brothers to those they lived amongst. Never family.

They were always abnormal. Always. They tried to find ways to reverse the effects of Metamorphosis with no success. They were always Augments. Always the outsiders. Always aliens to those they lived with. Always unwelcome.

Perhaps their world just wasn't ready for them yet. But it had to be, didn't it? Why else would it have fostered them? Why else would it have allowed them to exist if they were not to rise up, as they were promised?

The Augments were created to rule, their creators told them. They were created to conquer and subjugate the earth and its inhabitants. Disillusioned, they attempted to do, what they thought, was their lot in life. Perhaps humans knew them as those who were captivated by thoughts of supremacy. Those who actively, and sometimes violently, attempted to fulfill what was programmed into their minds as their duty.

Eventually they were subdued and recaptured. And of course, reprogrammed. They were taught not only to subjugate the earth, but also to obey commands from superiors without question. They were stripped of their identity as living, breathing beings- deprived of the things they were told were the essential rights of all things that had life.

The scientists of the Project filled their blood with strange chemicals in an attempt to make them stronger, to make them more battle-hardy, to make them more cunning, and above all to make them more obedient. Finally, the scientists created a substance they thought would fill all of their needs. They called it a miracle in the name of science. They named it Metamorphosis.

The Metamorphosis created in an Augment enhanced strength, intelligence, and self-healing capacity. It killed normal humans. The scientists tried. Dozens of times. Of course, it would occasionally kill an Augment, too. About 7 to 3 odds (favoring survival, the scientists would take extra-special care to inform the horrified press). After all, an external substance that altered DNA code was nothing to take lightly. And all in the name of science, the deranged men in white lab coats who marched in tall, shiny black boots down antiseptic halls continued their inhumane experiments.

Of course, they had to admit, Metamorphosis wasn't perfect. In the Augments who survived, there would usually be life-altering side effects. Notably, Post- traumatic Stress. Schizophrenia. Epilepsy. It also had a nasty and undesirable tendency to turn subjects insane (about 1 in 5). Subjects deemed insane were immediately tagged as Deviants and terminated.

Eventually, the politicians discovered what was happening in the Augment Project. Realizing that the Project was stealing away too much money from the budget, and not enough money in return, they finally decided to stop turning a blind eye to the situation. They were horrified at what they saw. They commanded that the Augments, as a threat to humanity, should be banished to a desert canyon. They did not, however, stop the Project entirely.

The Augments were not entirely displeased- in fact, it was quite the opposite. Finally they could roam as they pleased within the canyon. They could run and jump and feel the warm sunshine on their pale, light-deprived faces. They could have easily be seen as children, merrily exploring the new world they were allowed, spying out nooks and crannies and caves, and deciding where their houses ought to be.

And, for a time, they were happy. The elderly folks could sit on their porches at night and enjoy the soft light that the beacon in the town square provided. The women could be seen tending to their vegetable gardens. The men could be found building structures such as houses and aqueducts. Apprentices bustled about, learning new trade skills. Sometimes you could even hear the children laugh.

And yet, in a heartbeat, a child could realize that it was not a life that he or she had been living. That their whole world was a façade. That beneath the quiet external exhibition of the canyon, the Augment Project was still alive and well and active, ready to steal children away to create them into the new generation of super-humans.

Augments cannot be born. Despite what anyone else (namely- the scientists of the Project) says. It is physically impossible for one to be born with all of the super-human abilities characteristics of an Augment. Even with genetic engineering, a human cannot attain the necessary DNA alterations. The most genetic engineering could attain was the equivalent of those known among humans as achievers.

Some Augments that escaped in the infancy stages of the Project became professors, or even soldiers. Those that did manage to escape the ever-watchful eye of the Project were usually recognized in the countries to which they fled as intellectuals who won awards, or soldiers who were decorated. But they were still ambiguous.

Augments without the Metamorphosis were achievers- not super-human. And the scientists would not have it.

So, while it seemed as though the Augments had received more freedom (it did to most everyone), it was only a tool of deception. A lie. An illusion.

And it was so, because they were still kept down. Beaten down. Stricken with the metaphorical rod as soon as they lifted their heads from the proverbial dirt.

They were slaughtered like animals after the alleged murder of Aaron LeClerk and his son.

They rose up with the guidance of a newly christened leader to repay their betrayers for trespasses committed.

They were fought. And yet, against overwhelming odds, they continued to survive. They continued to resist the powers trying to wipe their name from the face of the Earth.

But they were eventually overthrown. They were put down. They were captured. Chained like dogs. Put on trial. Sentenced. Condemned. Mocked. Jeered at.

Then, in response, they escaped from their prison.

With their Khan at the helm, they looked risk in the eye, and it blinked.

They escaped certain death, only to walk into the abyss of uncertainty. But they walked courageously.

And perhaps that is why the Augments seem to lack fear. While they have a leader, and breath in their bodies, the fire that burns in their hearts for freedom shall never be extinguished. They will walk the road to justice for as long as it takes.

Khan gave a slight smirk. The pencil continued.

And not that they wouldn't like it to be a little bit easier, but it's just the concept.

A Brief History of the Augment Peoples' Experiences, as told by

William Gregory FitzSimmons

Well, What did you think? Any good?

Yes, yes, I know. I ribbed on the scientists a lot. I use the satire of the whole situation to comment about what I see wrong with the world today. That's just the way I do things. If think you can find them all, tell me in a PM!

By the way, if you ARE offended by the interpretation of the scientists of the Augment project, please don't be. It IS a satire, and it is only my interpretation of what would happen if genetic engineering science runs out of control and out of ethics. Think of it as one of those nice little futuristic dystopian post-apocalyptic societies (i.e. Hunger Games, Maze Runner, and Divergent).

Please excuse grammatical errors.

Please review.

All rights to respective owners.