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Elsa goes to her work to synthetize a protein, while at the farm, Clive and Dren end up having sex. Dren ends up misbehaving, killing a cat, and trying to kill Elsa, and Elsa ends up amputating her stinger. Clive ends up finding out that a unknown donor did not donate it's DNA for experimentation, instead Elsa used her own DNA. Dren ends up being bored all the time being locked at the farm, because the couple fears of people discovering her outside. At the farm, Dren ends up revealing that she got carnivorous tendencies, wings and ends up getting inside of adolescence. Because Ginger transformed into a male, and Elsa and Clive did not see it coming, because of work with Dren.Įlsa and Clive end up moving Dren inside of a old-isolated farm where Elsa used to grow up. Inside of a box, Fred and Ginger were next to each other, they were supposed to mate, but it escalated in Fred and Ginger getting into a fight, killing each other.
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At a presentation, the couple presented Fred and Ginger. The whole time the couple has been experimenting with Dren, forgetting about Fred and Ginger. Clive ends up trying to kill Dren by drowning her, instead Dren started to use it's gills and rest inside of the water. But Dren starts having a fever, and the couple put her in cold water. The hybrid ended up spelling NERD (alluded to "N.E.R.D."/"Nucleic Exchange Research and Development", name of the Kast couple's small company owned by Newstead) with toys, Elsa ended up calling the hybrid "Dren".Ĭlive's brother ends up seeing Dren but Dren ends up jumping on him. The hybrid also ages much faster but mentally it's developed like a child. Clive wanted to kill the creature, but Elsa managed to force Clive in letting the creature live. The couple however keeps working on making the hybrid, and they end up making a female creature. Their employers Joan Chorot and William "Bill" Barlow at the top pharmaceuticals corporation Newstead Pharma (also known as "Newstead Pharmaceuticals") disagree with their idea, and tell them to keep focusing on Fred and Ginger. After they managed to make them mate, the couple moved onto creating a revolutionary hybrid. The two made two big-fat creatures known as Fred and Ginger, which started to mate with each other. If I want to live as a freeman, or a Fremen in Dune, I will not surrender my liberty.Two generic engineers, which are a couple Clive Nicoli and Elsa Kast have a goal of making human-animal hybrids in order to use them in medicine. If I want to visit one of Dune’s filming locations, starting where Lawrence (Peter O’Toole) stops, in Aqaba, if I want to walk 37 miles to the east of a gulf as blue as an Englishman’s eyes, if I want to see with the blue-within-blue eyes of a prophet in the desert, I will wear a mask. I want to read Dune in an 800-seat library, featuring 13,000 watts of digital surround sound, not in a parking lot outside a vaccination site. I want to read them both, along with the prose of Gibbon and the poetry of Coleridge, on a pearlescent page of the highest pillar: an eight-story screen in an IMAX theater, or a widescreen inside a concrete geodesic dome. I want to read the epistles of Paul and the epistolary writing of Lawrence, or seven of the Pauline epistles and excerpts from the Seven Pillars of Wisdom. I want to see a savior journey through the Valley of the Moon as a 32-person choir covers Pink Floyd’s “Eclipse.” All those moments will be lost in time, like tears in the desert. I want to see things you people wouldn't believe: mile-long sandworms with curved knives for teeth, their breath a mélange of cinnamon, aldehydes, and acid witches with poison-tipped needles an obese baron in a gravity suit. Fauci’s version of the Ludovico Technique.
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Forgive them for going home, rather than wearing masks to see Dune.įorgive me for not wanting to fly Con Air either, because I don’t want to sit like a prisoner for 155 minutes, watching Dune while undergoing Dr. Forgive the confusion because they want what they see: a kettle pouring gold pieces and a vat of molten gold, next to boxes containing black onyx, not bags of popcorn and packages of Junior Mints. Forgive all who arrive to ascend, only to see a bazaar below and the bizarre in front of them, from a glass and steel temple with a backlit totem to a site for Windows, in a building without windows, to the absence of a greeting party, with no one-not even a junior officer in striped pants and a red jacket with brass buttons and gold braiding-to say hello.įorgive the metal eaters and the gastroliths too, for they prefer karats instead of kernels and round-cut stones instead of small rounds of mint. Forgive the space aliens who climb while standing still, rising 30 degrees from the ground until the stairs flatten and the landing platform appears.