Posts Tagged ‘DNA’
Aug
He Was Born Without Fingerprints
by thegooddoctor in 100 Words
He was born without fingerprints. He naturally grew up to become a cat burglar. He never wore gloves. He was able to crawl in and out of the tiniest spaces, mostly because of his lack of fingerprints.
They called him “El Gado.” He wasn’t Spanish, but he liked the name. He thought it made him sound sophisticated. Even though he was the greatest cat burglar in history, he did not feel very accomplished. It just happened that he was born without fingerprints.
He was eventually arrested. He had failed to keep up to date on the latest in DNA technology.
Aug
Eye Witness
by thegooddoctor in 100 Words
Sarah watched the invasion passively, from the same armchair she watched TV. The bugs were large, maybe the size of a Volkswagen, but that might have been her perspective. They couldn’t have been that big. Her memory was exaggerating.
They were shovel-shaped and had what looked like a hard, chitinous substance as armor. They were crawling up and down the building across the street, consuming the structure in their giant mandibles.
Sarah supposed that some scientist would win a Nobel prize for decoding their DNA or anatomic structure. She would look forward to watching the documentary on the nature channel.
Sep
Dopamine For Breakfast, Armageddon For Lunch
by thegooddoctor in 100 Words
I needed more dopamine. Desperately.
I knew the effects of my last dose, taken by syringe early that morning, had begun to wear off. The implications of what we were about to do had begun weighing on me again.
F-ward housed the dopamine embeds, the featureless slugs of DNA and tissue that were supposed to output enough golden eggs to inhibit the entire district. I scrambled through the remains, but there was not a single usable drop remaining. Security had ransacked the place.
The last thing I needed as I was about to abort the human race was a hangover.
Feb
Earth 2.0
by thegooddoctor in 100 Words
Curtis looked at the new cityscape in amazement. He had never been outdoors, but he imagined this was what it would be like. The path, it really was a path, meandering and uneven, wound its way through ponds and lawns. Trees towered overhead.
Curtis had been in virtual environments that mimicked Earth’s various bioshperes, but they paled in comparison. He used his scanner to measure the nearest tree’s composition. Real DNA!
“What are you doing?” a sentinel demanded angrily.
“I’m conducting analysis tests.” Curtis displayed his credentials.
“No humans are allowed inside the biosphere. Your biorhythms disrupt the natural order.”
Jan
Juror Number Five
by thegooddoctor in 100 Words
For the 17th consecutive time, Juror Number Five cast his vote for not guilty, yet again the lone hold out.
“You have got to be kidding me,” complained Juror Number Eight.
“The evidence is airtight,” repeated the very exasperated Juror Number Three.
But they were growing resigned to the fact they would never sway Juror Number Five.
“I still say there is reasonable doubt,” he affirmed stubbornly.
“The DNA evidence might have been planted by an unknown twin brother he was separated from at birth in an effort to frame him does not constitute reasonable doubt,” sighed Juror Number One.