Post by Deleted on Dec 18, 2023 18:10:00 GMT -5
Experimenting on sentient beings.
They signed up, they knew the risks.
It was unethical. Chemical enhancements could cause lifelong, severe detriments.
It was this or falling back on Destron.
They needed to use clinical trials.
There was no time.
There's ALWAYS time.
They're in danger.
So what!?
Lyla hissed, a sharp prick of pain snapping the Tuffle from her trance. A glance down at her hand revealed thin trails of blood. Her fist had clenched so hard that her nails had pierced the skin of her palm. She carefully wiped the crimson away on a nearby building, a quick spray of medicine patching the surface-level wound.
The questionable ethics of this whole excursion still disturbed her. Lyla's return to the Insitute of Science in Hatchi hadn't yielded nostalgia and old friends rekindled, but a desperate, military-leashed organization now hellbent on weapons development. Anomalous Materials had turned from a bastion of innovation into a third-rate factory of military-grade (acceptable, not exceptional) metal production. It hurt. Yet somehow, she agreed to rejoin. To link up with genetics and use her genius to help develop the next Hail Mary: an enhancer serum. It was laughably generic and played to death... but not necessarily a bad idea.
It would fold super soldier abilities into an adaptability factor, allowing affected individuals to survive and morph on the fly to various environments. Heat, cold, even the most refined of Destron. She had come to a distant Saiyan settlement to scout for potential volunteers to test the early stages, ditching her lab coat and dressing solely in suit and armor instead. "Hmmm..." Now to find someone stupid enough to blindly accept strange drugs.
They signed up, they knew the risks.
It was unethical. Chemical enhancements could cause lifelong, severe detriments.
It was this or falling back on Destron.
They needed to use clinical trials.
There was no time.
There's ALWAYS time.
They're in danger.
So what!?
Lyla hissed, a sharp prick of pain snapping the Tuffle from her trance. A glance down at her hand revealed thin trails of blood. Her fist had clenched so hard that her nails had pierced the skin of her palm. She carefully wiped the crimson away on a nearby building, a quick spray of medicine patching the surface-level wound.
The questionable ethics of this whole excursion still disturbed her. Lyla's return to the Insitute of Science in Hatchi hadn't yielded nostalgia and old friends rekindled, but a desperate, military-leashed organization now hellbent on weapons development. Anomalous Materials had turned from a bastion of innovation into a third-rate factory of military-grade (acceptable, not exceptional) metal production. It hurt. Yet somehow, she agreed to rejoin. To link up with genetics and use her genius to help develop the next Hail Mary: an enhancer serum. It was laughably generic and played to death... but not necessarily a bad idea.
It would fold super soldier abilities into an adaptability factor, allowing affected individuals to survive and morph on the fly to various environments. Heat, cold, even the most refined of Destron. She had come to a distant Saiyan settlement to scout for potential volunteers to test the early stages, ditching her lab coat and dressing solely in suit and armor instead. "Hmmm..." Now to find someone stupid enough to blindly accept strange drugs.
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