Plots within plots
Who: Unknown
Where: Unknown
When: Early evening, day 22
Invited: Stand Alone
Status: Closed
There were a pile of files stacked on her desk, dutifully collected by proper minions. On the computer screen before her she had watched the videos uploaded until the moment the lines were cut for three days straight. She had not emerged from the large office in all that time.
The subjects were interesting. There had been unexpected bonuses, as well. But they would continue to be interesting. Too bad they hadn’t had time for the harvest of genetic materials. The potential there was still tantalizing. On hold, perhaps, but so long as the subjects lived, still an option.
The potential for a crossbreed born of the psychic female and the half breed was enormous. Of course, there was always the option of a more natural breeding. Even the loss of infant to experiment with was only a set back. He could be retrieved at a later date. The mutated human… Reaper… her reproductive system was… fruitless. But perhaps there were other avenues there. And the last subject had actually promised to be the least useful scientifically, although one of the more entertaining for psychological purposes. How she had surprised. The energy in her system was…. Impossible. Yet there it was. How had she attained it? How had she survived it? The latent nanites were just the… icing on the cake was the phrase went.
One elegantly manicured hand reached down to stroke her pet. It had no fur, but its soft, heated skin was velveteen in texture. It’s black, beady eyes rolled up to look at her with devotion. She had perfected tractability in the previous generation. As much as she cared for anything, she cared for these experiments that had reached their potential. Not that they couldn’t be refined still, but they were a lovely result in and of themselves. And that they horrified those she deigned to work with towards similar goals, all the better.
She watched the monitor from the main cafeteria. The fourth subject, the darling surprise, was clever enough in her desperation. She had gotten the incubating female that far anyway. She forwarded the recording again, drawn by morbid fascination. At once utterly repulsed and intrigued. That kiss. In the midst of mayhem, they were kissing as if all else could wait. It was… akin to zoophelia. To actually find some sort of sexual attraction to an… alien. It was an abomination.
The psychic and the half-breed she could overlook. One half of his stock, and most of his genetics were of the same species. Her own genetic experiments took place in the sterile and controlled confines of the laboratory. No need for such crude… loathsome and base methods needed when mixing species.
The creature beside her stood on its four legs and lay its head in her lap, seeking further attention. She gave it, to keep its focus on pleasing her. The form was easily as large as a bull mastiff, but its ancestors had been rats. It appeared as a giant, hairless rat, with odd musculature. It ate meat, of course. Although they ate any kind of meat, she had learned early on that these lovelies had a perverse taste for cats.
She flipped open the file on the psychic…, already plans and alternatives were forming.
Where: Unknown
When: Early evening, day 22
Invited: Stand Alone
Status: Closed
There were a pile of files stacked on her desk, dutifully collected by proper minions. On the computer screen before her she had watched the videos uploaded until the moment the lines were cut for three days straight. She had not emerged from the large office in all that time.
The subjects were interesting. There had been unexpected bonuses, as well. But they would continue to be interesting. Too bad they hadn’t had time for the harvest of genetic materials. The potential there was still tantalizing. On hold, perhaps, but so long as the subjects lived, still an option.
The potential for a crossbreed born of the psychic female and the half breed was enormous. Of course, there was always the option of a more natural breeding. Even the loss of infant to experiment with was only a set back. He could be retrieved at a later date. The mutated human… Reaper… her reproductive system was… fruitless. But perhaps there were other avenues there. And the last subject had actually promised to be the least useful scientifically, although one of the more entertaining for psychological purposes. How she had surprised. The energy in her system was…. Impossible. Yet there it was. How had she attained it? How had she survived it? The latent nanites were just the… icing on the cake was the phrase went.
One elegantly manicured hand reached down to stroke her pet. It had no fur, but its soft, heated skin was velveteen in texture. It’s black, beady eyes rolled up to look at her with devotion. She had perfected tractability in the previous generation. As much as she cared for anything, she cared for these experiments that had reached their potential. Not that they couldn’t be refined still, but they were a lovely result in and of themselves. And that they horrified those she deigned to work with towards similar goals, all the better.
She watched the monitor from the main cafeteria. The fourth subject, the darling surprise, was clever enough in her desperation. She had gotten the incubating female that far anyway. She forwarded the recording again, drawn by morbid fascination. At once utterly repulsed and intrigued. That kiss. In the midst of mayhem, they were kissing as if all else could wait. It was… akin to zoophelia. To actually find some sort of sexual attraction to an… alien. It was an abomination.
The psychic and the half-breed she could overlook. One half of his stock, and most of his genetics were of the same species. Her own genetic experiments took place in the sterile and controlled confines of the laboratory. No need for such crude… loathsome and base methods needed when mixing species.
The creature beside her stood on its four legs and lay its head in her lap, seeking further attention. She gave it, to keep its focus on pleasing her. The form was easily as large as a bull mastiff, but its ancestors had been rats. It appeared as a giant, hairless rat, with odd musculature. It ate meat, of course. Although they ate any kind of meat, she had learned early on that these lovelies had a perverse taste for cats.
She flipped open the file on the psychic…, already plans and alternatives were forming.