Grace was a hippie, and that's where the trouble all started. If asked, she would have said that she wasn't, but her parents had been (all four of them), and a certain amount of it had sunk in even after she chose to go to a college weighted heavily toward corporate and mil-gov use of sciences. Even after she took a government contract to pay off ( Read more... )

The experiment was supposed to produce a hybrid of the tea tree that would have extra power against mosquitoes but cause no reaction on human skin. A few human genes were slipped in, to make it produce an oil that would "think" it was human. Later some lab scientists blamed the part-time voodoo priestess who was also an assistant in the gene lab. ( Read more... )

They were birthday-wishing chimps, sitting at her door wearing silly hats and blowing out streamers. She smiled, keeping her lips closed over her teeth so as not to upset them. They were probably well enough trained to understand that humans didn't mean a threat when they did that, but there was no sense taking chances. She didn't want to be like ( Read more... )

The sheep sang, and he found it disconcerting. It was not yet time for the shearing, and none of the sheep were in danger of being slaughtered, so he should not have found it so bad--yet still they sang, and still he found it unnerving. They huddled together in the far corner of their pen and sang their odd wailing songs, that sounded half- ( Read more... )