I don't own Deep Blue Sea.
Smart Fish.
Doctor Susan McAllister read through the reports of the progress of the sharks held in the facility; the latest genetic treatments each of the sharks had taken had increased the amount of protein complex after the initial findings showed that sharks that were left in their natural state lacked the high amount of the protein complex they needed, so she and Jim had worked together to break the rules to genetically enhance the sharks so they would have enough of the protein complex for them to use for the treatment of Alzheimer's.
The idea was they would have a protein complex, a liquid miracle cure and once they had enough of it, they would show it to the world and it could be used to cure not only Alzheimer's and many other mental illnesses but perhaps more physical and genetic ailments. For years now, there had been speculation and scientific proof about sharks, that their bodies which were truly miracles of natural evolution, could be used to cure a multitude of diseases and illnesses which had hampered humanity since the dawn of time.
Alzheimer's was only one condition sharks could cure.
There was cancer.
Leukaemia.
And many others.
But in typical human arrogance and stupidity, to say nothing of reckless waste, they had taken to slaughtering sharks by the millions; the Chinese and many Asian countries harvested the seas, netting sharks and hauling them onboard vast ships where their fins would be sliced off and the sharks would just be thrown back into the sea, and because sharks couldn't float and they needed desperately to move to let water pass over their gills to breathe, the sharks would drown.
Susan remembered the argument she had gotten into with Jim about the lack of protein complex in their initial experiments and their findings which showed there just wasn't enough of the complex for them to make use of, but then they had gotten the idea of making use of the genetic therapies they were capable of, but they argued about the morality. Susan, who was already feeling the pain caused by how Alzheimer's had affected her family, was all for it; Jim had decided to simply go along with it.
But that wasn't what worried her the most. She was worried about these reports. Because of how valuable they were and the work they were doing, the sharks were constantly observed. Sharks were highly intelligent and sophisticated creatures already, but they had been genetically engineered and enhanced to the point where the only things about them that remained the same were their shape, their senses, and their abilities, but even then they were enhanced.
Sometimes Susan wished they had chosen Blue sharks instead of Makos, which were one of the fastest and most dangerous fish in the sea. True they would have needed to genetically engineer them, but at least they wouldn't have been as terrifying as the Mako.
The scariest thing about the observations that they could see was the sharks were forever looking at the facility to find ways of getting out. They were becoming extremely intelligent, problem-solving intelligent. Susan and Jim had done what they needed to do for the greater good. The ends justified the means, that was how she excused her actions, and how she would ultimately have to answer for breaking the law on genetics, she would also expand on it by talking about the way Alzheimer's took everything away from its victims.
Susan knew she would eventually need to come clean about what they'd done, but the fact was she could live with it. As long as the facility's security systems remained operational, and they remained vigilant, they could watch the sharks and they could also harvest enough of the complex to replicate, and use for more cures.
So why was it she always felt as if she was being watched, scrutinised like she were the tiny lifeforms a biologist scrutinised in a drop of water?
