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Lyle Jaxson's Journal
For the Dogs
Downtime
Locks, Locks, Locks!
After the last incident I would be a fool not to reassess the security on my apartment. I wouldn't look like such a fool taken from my own home again if I could do anything to avoid it.
I'm not master craftsman but it was a simple enough feat, ordering a new security door was quick enough and when it arrived it didn't take long to swap them over. It took a little longer for me to figure out how to attach the chain and deadbolt but by the end of it I felt like I was safe behind a mighty fortress!
With the door upgraded and all of my locks thoroughly checked I could finally feel safe at my home again. It would take some time before I was truly at peace but I could live with this, perhaps I could contact that Lance bloke again? He came all the way from America but I wouldn't mind getting a handy bodyguard.
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Eschatology
Downtime
Rest & Recovery
The days following that contract even I can't say I fully understood how I felt.
It was catatonic, like I had locked myself behind an iron wall to simply avoid reliving the events of that day.
In spite of it all I'd like to say I did something productive, channelling that anger and pain but I'd simply be lying. For the first couple days I simply sat there, lying in bed allowing the world to pass me by without a moments thought.
Taylor broke me out of that stupor, dragging me outside after I stopped replying to him for a day too many. I can't help but thank him as perhaps I'd still be there if he didn't but what happened still lies heavy in my heart.
I will carry that burden for the rest of my live, I and that team alone will know what happened that day and I must simply live on.
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.