My Genes Can Evolve Limitlessly の小説・ストーリー

"You're the future of human evolution, you're proof that we can create better humans through careful genetic design." I stared at him and felt nothing but disgust. "I don't care about any of that." "You don't care?" Shah looked genuinely surprised. "You don't care that you're superior to everyone around you?" "No," I said. "I'm a father and a husband, that's all I want to be, that's all that matters to me." "But you could be so much more," Shah said. "With your genetics and your daughters' genetics we could create an entire generation of enhanced humans."

Avo explained giving us an analogy that we understood. "Remember I told you there are a few boys who get the genes passed down. Well, the only time it happens is when the boy is the first child that the mother has birthed. Like in my case," Aaron added to Avo’s explanation, highlighting how the first genes were super important. "So, Amira was the first daughter?" Set confirmed. "Not just that, she was the first daughter of the first daughter of the first daughter, and so on…. All her descendants have been only and only first daughters of the original first daughter bloodline."

Vish let out a sharp breath. “More like natural selection, I guess,” Claude said. “There’s no way to tell if someone’s immortality genes will activate or not.” “Right! This society is haunted by age-old traditions, and even with all the medical advancement, there’s no advancement in their mentalities.” Vish clenched the fork in her hand, stabbing her food. “I’m sorry. But… I still don’t understand why this is such a big deal. Even if the kids can’t activate their immortality genes, they can live a normal life with their families, right?” I asked hesitantly.

We develop like humans, until we hit maturity, but don't really hit middle age or over the hill until our second if not third century. Now, I’m no where close to a hundred. I'm in my late thirties, but the problems we are having in the underworld, require me to take above board action. Rourke being a soldier, neither has to marry nor provide his sperm if he doesn’t produce in the allotted time frame. Soldiers of the AF are encouraged to ‘donate’; just not required to participate in the continuation of the species mission of Genesis Labs. It’s where our genetic material is stored, tested, and combined to make the most ideal Elvans via surrogates for the high borns of our society to adopt.

Marian could only think of all the fictional super soldier movies now she could see the effects. “What if you don’t meet your fated mate?” Marian feared what she heard Ebony’s answer. “No, pups. So, you see why it’s important to keep looking.” Ebony said what Marian feared, and it explained how their population was limited. It also was heart breaking to think about. Sent to war and to die. Only one perfect person to breed with. If they die, then the next generation is never born. Marian felt a little queasy at the thought. “Yeah, and it can get complicated if you end up with more than one mate. With what we call second chance mates.” Ebony then changed things by making everything by complica

Seemingly fine in the safety of this neutral topic. “How can a species evolve when it's already a primitive breed dependent on being created rather than born? I thought evolution could only happen through generations of birthing.” “Vampire DNA is a strange thing. Smart, fast, superior in so many ways, yet what they create is about as savage as primal and far from their own genetic makeup as can be. Purebreds can walk in the sun, yet the ferals they created couldn't…. Purebreds can survive on blood and food and can even live on a mate for an eternity without another blood source outside of a vampire… yet ferals need fresh kill from an animal or a human daily to survive. Purebreds can procreat

Nothing about this was normal, and while her grandfather thought it was the work of science gone wrong, Kenzie wasn’t completely convinced. "She could have gotten them from elsewhere, or it's simple evolution Mackenzie. She has evolved. She has figured out another way." This sounded like a bad Jurassic Park plot. "How do we even know there is a she out there having these things? What if they're just simply multiplying? What if all of them are simply duplicating themselves?" Kenzie's questions flooded through her grandfather's ears. "We don't know, but we have to assume that one of these things is in charge. One of them is calling the shots."

"But..." Order finished the thought. "They lost the freedom to choose." The shimmering illusions disappeared. "Generations passed." "The bloodlines adapted." "The old flexibility faded." "The necessary genes weakened." He looked around the hall. "Too much time has passed." "The vast majority of modern shifters no longer possess the genetic potential to shift between multiple forms." Silence settled over the gathering. Not disappointment. Acceptance. For many... The ancient legends had finally received an answer. Another Alpha slowly stood.

Alina muttered, “He means superhuman.” Morrison nodded slowly. “Stronger reflexes. Faster healing. Increased intelligence.” He paused. Then looked at me. “But Ariana’s generation was different.” A horrible feeling settled into my chest. “What generation?” Nobody answered immediately. Which somehow felt worse. The scientist smiled faintly. “Evolution requires failures.” My stomach twisted. Failures. Plural. No. No no no. The roar echoed again— this time followed by a violent metallic crash. The corridor shook.

Desperately needing comfort from her dark thoughts, Karen rested her forehead on his chest, inhaling his scent, her hands lifting to rest open palms on his broad chest, feeling his heart pound. "When half-humans or humans reproduce, their children have fifty-fifty of each other's genes, their DNA. Both parents have dominant and recessive genes they got from their parents and the parents before them, and so on. When they come together to make a baby, those dominant and recessive genes combine in the child's DNA. The father could have blond hair and blue eyes, be tall with an angular face, while the mother has brown hair and eyes, with a short body and round face, but they could produce a chil