The Superhero Academy officer looked from form to applicant.
"You can predict when a cream pie will hit you?"
"In two minutes."
"OK. Wait in the next room."
The officer looked at the next applicant.
"You a mimic? You look just like-"
"My twin."
"Ah. Says here you can materialise cream pies?"
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Ruth's Tail.
The job was a chance of a lifetime for Dr Ruth Medyiv. To be able to put her theories about DNA hybridisation into practice. She looked across at Director Chambers.
The director was in his fifties, about twenty years her senior. He was reading over her resume and proposal. He finally looked up. "Well, that is a remarkable proposal, Doctor Medyiv. I look forward to seeing what results you get."
"So, you'll hire me?" was her disbelieving question.
"I would be a fool not to, Doctor!" He held out his hand.
The next two years were a whirlwind of experiments. Tissue cultures were grown and experimented on, DNA samples teased out of cells, spliced, and reinserted.
It took those two years to succeed. During which time Ruth was amazed at the Director's patience with her failures. But even among the failures there had been some wins. One of them was a viral multiplier that allowed a recombined gene string to be copied across an entire sample in seconds. In an animal it would re-write the genetic structure in hours. The other was an enzyme that allowed the new genes to express themselves and rebuild the tissues.
It had taken two years, but Ruth had finally stabilised the genetic hybrid DNA. Splicing feline and even avian genes into primate DNA. She had no idea what that combination would be useful for, but it was the principal. They could give someone new eyes. New ears. The possibilities were endless.
The Director had congratulated her that morning, but reminded her that the paper she still had to write was going to be the key. The stuff of Nobel Prizes.
So here she was, in her office at 2am, writing. The door opened behind her, and she turned in surprise and exclaimed "Director! I didn't hear you knock!" Then she looked down, and saw the hypodermic in his hand. Before she could react, he'd rammed it into her leg. She started to get up, and then collapsed.
When she awoke, she was strapped to a bench, and she could see a drip running into her arm. It was almost empty.
"Ah" the Director's voice came from a speaker "You are awake. Let's see what your efforts can really do."
It started as an itch. Then her bones turned to fire, and her back felt like it was being torn apart. The straps broke as she grew in size. She screamed for hours as her body rebuilt itself.
Eventually the pain stopped. She could feel wings on her back. She looked down at the paws that had once been hands, and back at the tufted tail. And at how small the crushed bench was. "Where did the extra mass come from?" she wondered to herself. And then stopped. She could still talk, despite being a monster.
The speaker was silent.
Sometime later there was a click from the door, and it swung open. Two slight figures stood in the light outside.
"We're here to rescue you!" one of them said. The other was staring at her exposed chest.
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In the middle of a warm British night, Mel sat on a park bench, watching her girlfriend wading through a river.
The sergal sighed. "You know, a lot of people would consider this a shit date."
Epoxy looked back at them and smiled through her mask. "Patience, my glob of joy."
The wolf pulled a device out of her backpack and sank it under the water, making sure it dug into the silt of the riverbed.
"Done," she grinned, wading back to the shore.
Mel got up, helping Epoxy out of the water. "What does it do?"
"Well. They test the water upstream."
"Right," they smiled, hugging the latex-clad wolf to them.
"So if I put something designed to clean the river here, it'll make sure people have safe drinking water while still holding the water company responsible for all the fecal matter."
Mel paused mid-hug. "So, you're covered in shit."
"Better than being full of it, blaster."
The sergal's jaw dropped. "You bitch!" they grinned, breaking the hug and pushing Epoxy back into the river, but not before she stuck her paw to Mel's and pulled them in.
The sergal spluttered, spitting out water. "Hate you, gooper."
"Love you too!"
"Why do you want to bring Nigel on the Quest?" asked Gruff the Warrior.
"Yeah," said Delilah the Elf, "We already have a cleric."
"It's true," replied Nigel, "I do clerical work, but I'm actually a clerk."
"What's that?"
"I look after your paperwork. And I'm deadly with a quill."
"Bring him! I need someone to manage my inventory."
"I'm sick of filling out papers at every town gate!"
"It's settled then. Welcome to the Quest, Nigel the Clerk!"
The Warwake Roots remember every wound.
The fallen god resists his own Mending.
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