Subject 3.158.023

Subject 3.158.023

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She had devoted her life to science, she had joined a group which was working on learning how to genetically modified humans, but it had become dangerous, it had gotten so bad that people were protesting against these experiment, but the scientists never stopped, they were losing test subjects because of this, but the woman wouldn't give up she was determined to do anything just so they can continue......even if it meant risking her own life. ___________________________________________ I'll probably change this later, unless you guys think it's fine then I'm ok with it
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I wasn't special, I wasn't a marine or a scientist sent here from earth to study Pandora, I was a behaviorist-some say behaviorists are scientists too; but the brain isn't made up of mathematics and hope, it's like the roots of trees. Forever speaking but unheard. I study people's brains and their behavior. I don't look at it with hope and faith. I'm nothing special, not really. When I was accepted to help with Project Pandora, I was exhilarated. This was my big break, something to get me out there. I never expected for it to spiral into my life unprofessionally-become personal, emotional. That I would have to fight in a war between man and alien, choose between my own people and a clan of beings that accepted me-welcomed me, trained and made me one of them. This wasn't supposed to become personal, but it did.

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