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- Aug 5, 2010
There was a bio company specializing in xeno genetics who was trying to see if its possible to create a brand new species. It was not what to make per se but if it was possible. Still, despite not needing a certain result, they had to go somewhere with it. They started small. Something that perhaps will be proven to be a good pet around the house. As they did not want it to reproduce, all of them will be male. While it does need to eat, it does not need much food due to its metabolism. They were also tough and can take a lot of abuse. As the work continued and near completion, the higher ups noticed how there was so little oversight on specific goals because of the “let just do it and get it done” mentality. The result was that many working on the pet wanted one thing or another, resulting in some things not really expected.
The end result was a small creature whose body was the size of a large fist. Most of it was its appendectomy: three tentacles on each side, plus one on the front and back, making it more the size of a large cat. Besides giving it the ability to move around, it has its many little eyes along with its auditory, taste buds, and olfactory parts. It also had something unforeseen. When it rubs its tentacles in or against something long enough. Shocked at what it does, and deemed highly inappropriate for public display, they debated what to do with him. But the creature knew it was not loved. And when being transported by one who yelled and threw him around in a small cage, was able to escape.
At first he felt nice being free. But the local wildlife seemed scared of him. A few approached out of curiosity, only to bite him. He survived only because he was so tough to hurt, but his feelings.... He found one day a cabin, knowing it was something those humans have made. He came from the rear, and looked through a rear sliding door and saw it was furnished but no lights, no humans. Nothing. Crawling under the back porch, depressed, it spent days whimpering in loneliness.
The end result was a small creature whose body was the size of a large fist. Most of it was its appendectomy: three tentacles on each side, plus one on the front and back, making it more the size of a large cat. Besides giving it the ability to move around, it has its many little eyes along with its auditory, taste buds, and olfactory parts. It also had something unforeseen. When it rubs its tentacles in or against something long enough. Shocked at what it does, and deemed highly inappropriate for public display, they debated what to do with him. But the creature knew it was not loved. And when being transported by one who yelled and threw him around in a small cage, was able to escape.
At first he felt nice being free. But the local wildlife seemed scared of him. A few approached out of curiosity, only to bite him. He survived only because he was so tough to hurt, but his feelings.... He found one day a cabin, knowing it was something those humans have made. He came from the rear, and looked through a rear sliding door and saw it was furnished but no lights, no humans. Nothing. Crawling under the back porch, depressed, it spent days whimpering in loneliness.