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Frances Doubua's Journal
The Fractured Chronologs of Frances Doubua.
(Journal Cover Description:
Worn black leather, corners singed, a crooked clockface drawn in smudged white chalk. In the bottom right: “F. Doubua – Don’t Touch. Not Yours.” scratched in frantic handwriting.)
Its been a week since I crash-landed in this timeline. I live in a shed behind a greasy auto shop, surrounded by rust, oil, and the faint stench of dog piss. It’s not much, but it’s better than the streets, or worse—being noticed.The man who lets me stay here is named Sal. Big guy. Sweat-stained tank top. Wears sunglasses at night. The kind of man who thinks calling someone “Frenchie” is a personality trait. He found me crawling out of an alley behind his shop, holding what was left of my time machine—still steaming. I told him I was a scientist. He said I looked like a meth-head. We made a deal. I fix junk, he lets me rot in the back shed.I don’t like Sal. He talks too much, smells like gasoline and cheese, and treats me like some stray cat he sort of regrets feeding. But he keeps his mouth shut about the weird things I build, and he hasn’t asked about the wires under the floor. That’s worth something. The time machine is dead. Pieces scattered. One of them hums when I sleep. That’s… concerning. But maybe it means I’m not done. Maybe I can fix this. Brooklyn is a chaotic, howling monster. Everything’s loud. Everything’s fast. And I hate how much I might need it.
Snips and Snails
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.