"How is the specimen holding out?"
"The subject is taking it very well. His body is taking the serum better
than we expected, only 3 % resistance from body cells, and his cranial
structure is morphing quite well, considering."
"Considering what, sir?"
"That his skull is breaking itself and rearranging itself to our design to
allow for another set of teeth around the average teeth"
"What other changes are there to his skeletal structure? As I don't suppose
it'd be so easy that we could make these additions to an average human
skeleton, could we?"
"Quite. It set us back years when we did Test Gamma, and the test
specimen's body collapsed under the weight of additions. Yes, we had to
reinforce his shoulders by making them wider, and then we had to make
extensions to his ribs and implant structural pins into his Thoracic
vertebrae to stop his thoracic cavity collapsing into itself. And following
in from this, we had to make adjustments to his legs, to stop them snapping
from under him. His legs had to be furled up using specifically placed
ligaments."
"Exactly how does that work, Sir?"
"Well, I won't bore you with the scientific details, but we'll say this. His legs can be extended a further foot than his average body, making his legs an athlete's dream, but in a normal standing position would be half the length to allow lesser force from gravity." "So really he bears more resemblance to a primate than a human?" "Oh no, he's nothing of the sort. Proteins injected into his spinal column are the kind that have been recently developed to combat Alzheimer's disease. The injection of these reverse what we did and make him at the very least smarter than us, and also give him increased receptability to average sense-" "Professor, I must intervene, before I lose all will to take any part in this." General Warner stepped into the harsh light of the operating table, and blew out a long drag of his cigar smoke. "I'm beginning to lose my will to live even, with all this scientific crap. The thing I want to know about our friend here, and yes, I mean that comatose gorilla over there, is will he be of use to me?"
Marion stared wide-eyed at General Warner. This guy really was the business, the full fat shit. He was a weathered old Marine-turned-Army general who had a gleam in his eye that said he ate knives for his lunch break, and took napalm in his morning coffee. He was probably in his fifties, but his presence still demanded the respect. He wore his issued Green formal suit, and had several medals on his breast, one of which was the commemorative medal only won by a save few in 'Nam. He noticed the young Scientist staring at him. "Yes, son, that is the president's arc. You know what you gotta go through to get this?" "N-no sir." And Marion stood up a little straighter, knowing that he didn't have to salute, but sure as hell feeling like it. "You gotta stare death in the face and take a bullet in the ass, and then go shoot some yellow bastards." "Sir, back to the point, shall we?" "Yes, let's Professor Ute. Will Hairy do the job?" "Certainly, when the serum heals his body and we finish making adjustments he will be quite a creation. Yes, quite a fine creation." The professor looked at the operating table, and looked into the face of the man that was once called Shun, and an animal was reflected into his small, wire-rimmed spectacles.
"Well, I won't bore you with the scientific details, but we'll say this. His legs can be extended a further foot than his average body, making his legs an athlete's dream, but in a normal standing position would be half the length to allow lesser force from gravity." "So really he bears more resemblance to a primate than a human?" "Oh no, he's nothing of the sort. Proteins injected into his spinal column are the kind that have been recently developed to combat Alzheimer's disease. The injection of these reverse what we did and make him at the very least smarter than us, and also give him increased receptability to average sense-" "Professor, I must intervene, before I lose all will to take any part in this." General Warner stepped into the harsh light of the operating table, and blew out a long drag of his cigar smoke. "I'm beginning to lose my will to live even, with all this scientific crap. The thing I want to know about our friend here, and yes, I mean that comatose gorilla over there, is will he be of use to me?"
Marion stared wide-eyed at General Warner. This guy really was the business, the full fat shit. He was a weathered old Marine-turned-Army general who had a gleam in his eye that said he ate knives for his lunch break, and took napalm in his morning coffee. He was probably in his fifties, but his presence still demanded the respect. He wore his issued Green formal suit, and had several medals on his breast, one of which was the commemorative medal only won by a save few in 'Nam. He noticed the young Scientist staring at him. "Yes, son, that is the president's arc. You know what you gotta go through to get this?" "N-no sir." And Marion stood up a little straighter, knowing that he didn't have to salute, but sure as hell feeling like it. "You gotta stare death in the face and take a bullet in the ass, and then go shoot some yellow bastards." "Sir, back to the point, shall we?" "Yes, let's Professor Ute. Will Hairy do the job?" "Certainly, when the serum heals his body and we finish making adjustments he will be quite a creation. Yes, quite a fine creation." The professor looked at the operating table, and looked into the face of the man that was once called Shun, and an animal was reflected into his small, wire-rimmed spectacles.