This nutritional paste is pretty good. We whipped it up for the growth nubs, makes it easy for feeding within hours of their spawn. Just plop a handful into each maw every two hours for 17 days, then a handful every 6 hours for the next 43 days. I’m pretty sure it’s not much more than baby food, except Igor tripled the growth hormone count to cover the nub’s 60 day spurt to mass index A, when the course DNA can be applied.
We’ve come a heckuva long way from digging up corpses and sewing together the most viable parts to make a whole creature. Got the idea for the nubs reading Darwin’s notes on the sea cucumber. I think it was Darwin with the sea cucumber; that was a long time ago. Of course now, (thanks to the efforts of universities and corporate research servers around the world) extensive data on almost any topic is retrievable within scant seconds thanks to the internet. If we’ve come a long way since raiding graveyards, we’ve come an even longer way from the time when I would spend hours in the library flipping through heavy volumes or bound journals to now where all I need is to tote this laptop with me everywhere. Everything we need comes in via the coaxial cable from either the dish array on top of the tower keep or over the cable TV service provider’s monthly subscription. I prefer using the satellite for more sensitive issues.
Last year a clever intern feeding the nubs suddenly made the sea cucumber connection as she plopped a half cup of nutritional paste into one of the nub's maws. She came running up to me breathless, rambling enthusiastically about my brilliant synthesis of a sea dwelling organism and mammalian metabolic functions into one funny smelling chimera macrophyte. I reminded her that around here we call them 'growth nubs' or just 'nubs' and instructed her to mind the nutritional paste she was about to spill from her bucket. She ran gleefully back to her feeding chore, babbling happily to the floor and ceiling about how everything she was taught in bio 101 would have to be rewritten. A budding biotech engineer for the 21st century. I figure, well what are any of these students gonna tell people: "oh sure, we interned for this mad scientist who managed to impart a mammalian physiogyte onto a plant cellular substrate and got them to grow within 60 days to a humanoid zygote that is able to produce varying percentages (based on alternating metabolization ratios) of the oxygen it requires." They know all the other interns would just laugh at them: “what did he do next, get them to walk and talk? ha ha ha ha!”
Walking and talking takes another four months, from index A to index A2; and sometimes that flamebooth comes in handy when the talking gives indications it’s only gonna resolve to endless shrieks after a week of reaching index A2.
At index A2.2 species interaction starts to become important, and Igor transforms from occasionally helpful/bungling hideous hunchback assistant to (of all things) caring nurturer. At least from the maturing A2-A3 nub’s perspective. Even more shocking is when a fully matured properly functioning A4 organism will still look at Igor the way a child recognizes a beloved parent.
Now that’s the basis for a scary horror movie.
We’ve come a heckuva long way from digging up corpses and sewing together the most viable parts to make a whole creature. Got the idea for the nubs reading Darwin’s notes on the sea cucumber. I think it was Darwin with the sea cucumber; that was a long time ago. Of course now, (thanks to the efforts of universities and corporate research servers around the world) extensive data on almost any topic is retrievable within scant seconds thanks to the internet. If we’ve come a long way since raiding graveyards, we’ve come an even longer way from the time when I would spend hours in the library flipping through heavy volumes or bound journals to now where all I need is to tote this laptop with me everywhere. Everything we need comes in via the coaxial cable from either the dish array on top of the tower keep or over the cable TV service provider’s monthly subscription. I prefer using the satellite for more sensitive issues.
Last year a clever intern feeding the nubs suddenly made the sea cucumber connection as she plopped a half cup of nutritional paste into one of the nub's maws. She came running up to me breathless, rambling enthusiastically about my brilliant synthesis of a sea dwelling organism and mammalian metabolic functions into one funny smelling chimera macrophyte. I reminded her that around here we call them 'growth nubs' or just 'nubs' and instructed her to mind the nutritional paste she was about to spill from her bucket. She ran gleefully back to her feeding chore, babbling happily to the floor and ceiling about how everything she was taught in bio 101 would have to be rewritten. A budding biotech engineer for the 21st century. I figure, well what are any of these students gonna tell people: "oh sure, we interned for this mad scientist who managed to impart a mammalian physiogyte onto a plant cellular substrate and got them to grow within 60 days to a humanoid zygote that is able to produce varying percentages (based on alternating metabolization ratios) of the oxygen it requires." They know all the other interns would just laugh at them: “what did he do next, get them to walk and talk? ha ha ha ha!”
Walking and talking takes another four months, from index A to index A2; and sometimes that flamebooth comes in handy when the talking gives indications it’s only gonna resolve to endless shrieks after a week of reaching index A2.
At index A2.2 species interaction starts to become important, and Igor transforms from occasionally helpful/bungling hideous hunchback assistant to (of all things) caring nurturer. At least from the maturing A2-A3 nub’s perspective. Even more shocking is when a fully matured properly functioning A4 organism will still look at Igor the way a child recognizes a beloved parent.
Now that’s the basis for a scary horror movie.
