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Continúa, Has publicado sep 22, 2020
For change is the very core of evolution.
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Evolve /ɪˈvɒlv/
(Verb)(borrowed from latin)
1. To develop gradually.

Exvolve /ɛxvɒlv/
(Verb)(origin unknown)
1. To develop gradually with the presence of the X gene. 



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Fantasies exist. Myths are real.

A new species of humans had evolved.
Species which carried the X-gene.
Homo devianae. Deviants

They functioned with a higher metabolism and had developed mechanisms of attack and defense which placed them higher than normal humans on the pyramid. 

Which made them a threat.
And we all know what is done to threats. 

They're eliminated. 




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