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Elanora Hannelore's Journal
The Hospital
Mall Rats
Downtime
Routine
Wake. Stretch. Brush teeth. Stretch. Eat. Shower. Take the train. Stretch. Teach a class. Stretch.
Eat lunch. Hunt jobs. Stretch. Walk back. Stretch. Wait. Stretch. Watch the city pass. Stretch. Eat dinner.
Bus home. Eyes drooping. Open the journal. Close the journal. Stretch. Fall in bed. Stretch. Brush teeth. Stretch. Bed, again. Stretch.
Again.
Again.
Again.
What a bore, Elanora thinks, in slow pieces between the building blocks of her days.
What a big fucking snoozefest this shit is, says the lucid thoughts that whisper through her subconscious.
Wouldn't it be better, cry her dreams, if there was something more... entertaining you could do with your life?
Again.
Again.
Again.
And one day, between the moments, Elanora stretches not just her body but her mind, her soul, every lick of the muscle and bone in her.
She peers at herself. Something's different. Big gymnastic studio mirror wall. One woman, alone, contorted. There are more joints than she should have.
She almost smiles a little. Well, that's a start on the entertainment.
Another day passes, but there is more in it now.
She is losing sleep, gradually.
She hunts for the odd and the strange and the weird. She hunts within herself for the odd and the strange and the weird. Does she find what she looks for?
Does she find it?
She doesn't know.
But she finds herself.
A strange, strange, self, but hers, and beautifully so.
Wake. Admire. Extend. Brush teeth. Stretch. Shower. Eat. Contort. Take the train. Teach a class. Warp.
Stretch.
Sanctuary
Gen-Wyld: Beyond Natural
On March 14, 2018, a little-known company named Gen-Wyld announced FDA approval for a groundbreaking procedure to enhance a patient’s primary and secondary sexual characteristics using gene therapy. The company was an overnight success.
Shortly thereafter, they introduced a suite of gene-altering body modification procedures that allowed patients to make dramatic aesthetic changes to their bodies by gene-splicing “non-human” anatomy. Those daring (and wealthy) enough can now add cuttlefish pigmentation to their skin, sport a pair of fox ears, and even add a functional tail. While rare, these so-called “modders” draw plenty of hate from conservative communities.
Thanks to their revolutionary procedures, Gen-Wyld is now a household name. Norman Carlson, Gen-Wyld’s chief evangelist, recently announced the company is in the trial phase for a groundbreaking treatment for diabetes.
Yet despite their success, a shroud of secrecy surrounds Gen-Wyld. Their no-patent policy obscures the secrets of their procedures from the public eye. Financial experts claim that Gen-Wyld is run less like a traditional business and more like an NGO with some specific, unknown objective.
Some claim that they will not stop until humanity has been reduced to monstrous slaves and that Gen-Wyld’s board of directors will install themselves as inhuman overlords of the new world order.
However, until the true secrets behind Gen-Wyld are discovered, the genetic biotech firm will continue to grow, develop, and progress its grand designs.