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[worldentire]

[The room is very dark, but there's a glass filled with some fluid glowing bright green in the middle of his desk. His voice, from the right, can be heard.]

I finally got it. I think I've cobbled together a brand new Plasmid. Not sure what'll do, or why it's just this color, but ...Goddamn.

Comments

[hurricanebomber]

Is that what you were saying before that you wanted to make? Why the fuck is it glowing?

[worldentire]

It's glowin' because ADAM glows, son, and yes, this is what I was thinkin' of makin'.

[hurricanebomber]

What's ADAM?

[worldentire]

Sort've a magic genetic drug that rewrites whatever you might hate about yourself.

[hurricanebomber]

How does it know what to rewrite? Is that what's supposed to be magic about it?

[worldentire]

No, what's magic about it is where it comes from and just what it can make your body do.

[pauses] It knows what to rewrite because you have t'tell it what t'rewrite. It can make you, for example, "light a fire with the snap'a your fingers".

[hurricanebomber]

How do you know it'll work?

[worldentire]

I'm not.

Not in this case, anyways. The other plasmids worked.

[hurricanebomber]

Are you going to test it?

[worldentire]

Already am. Someone asked if they could try it out.

[hurricanebomber]

Good luck.

[worldentire]

Thanks.