The Great Genetic Era Novels & Stories

Allow the people to decide was our motto. The honey bee colony collapse was directly tied to Bayer and Syngenta and their use of neonicotinoid. These are the reasons we protested. Money was always a motivator when it came to corporate corruption. And all of our protesting was for nothing because something not used to feed us was genetically engineered to create monsters that almost wiped out humanity. I have no idea which company decided formaldehyde should be messed with. But at this point does it really matter? Before the first attack, scientists were modifying the genetic code of babies. It was only a matter of time before something went horribly wrong. There are too many people to blame,

"I'm saying I designed you. Forty years ago, using techniques that barely existed, I combined genetic material from multiple sources, Alexei's intelligence, Marcus's business acumen, my own creativity, and genetic samples from the world's greatest athletes. I created the perfect embryo, implanted it in myself, and carried you to term. You were my first Genesis child, decades before Richard stole my research and tried to replicate it." "That's impossible. Genetic engineering didn't exist in 1987-" "Not publicly. But I had access to Soviet research facilities through Alexei. They'd been experimenting with genetic manipulation since the 1970s. I used their equipment, their

"He thought small. Thought generations. Decades. Centuries. I think—bigger." "What do you mean?" "Grandfather wants to control everyone. Eventually. Through education. Through programming. Through—slow conversion. But that takes time. Decades. I have—faster way." She pulled out tablet. Showed me files. Research. Terrible research. "Genetic modification. CRISPR technology. We can alter DNA. Make compliance—biological. Permanent. Inherited. One generation modified—all future generations—born slaves. Born Ashford. Born—perfect."

The temperature was carefully regulated to precise tolerances required for genetic splicing. These genes were heavily guarded by the Empire. Their storage location was known only to a select few secret dignitaries—identities kept hidden even from the Council of Elders. The Council’s role was limited solely to conducting the ceremony. Nearly every living shifter had their genes stored when the fertility crisis emerged. It was the last hope of preserving their bloodlines in this dwindling era.

They looked Out. ​The Era of the Great Green had reached its first true peak. And as the "Null-Link" hummed with the collective heartbeat of a million Ash-Born, the galaxy finally realized that the Gutter was no longer a place for the forgotten. ​It was the Cradle of the New World.

"If someone had done what Eryn did. What you did." The table was quiet. My grandmother spoke for the first time since we'd sat down. "The children," she said. Everyone looked at her. She held Aldric's gaze steadily. "The active markers in the next generation. You've known about this since Caen's original documentation." "Yes," Aldric said. "That's the real reason for the erasure policy," she said. "Not the pairs. Not the networks. The propagation." "Yes," he said. "You were afraid of what the bloodline becomes in the third generation."

he said. She hesitated, then obeyed. “Start talking,” Adrian said. “You said this has something to do with my father. What did you mean?” Lena’s hands twisted together. “He was working on something before he died. A project called Erevos. He said it would change everything — genetics, medicine, even human DNA.” Adrian frowned. The word meant nothing to him. “What does that have to do with you?” Lena’s voice trembled. “I was one of the researchers. We thought it was about curing disease, but it wasn’t. It was about enhancement — control.”

She staggered backward, bracing herself against the desk as the truth hit her full force. Her ex—her cousin—was more than just someone from her past. He was part of her genetic fabric. The very blood that ran through their veins was intertwined, passed down through generations. The connection they had wasn’t a mere attraction or a mistake—it was a biological inevitability. It was genetics.

“It's something ancient.” “What do you mean ancient?” He clicked through more charts. “There’s a base pairing pattern here that matches a file I once came across. Years ago. It was buried in the archives of a military bio-research division. They called it Project Age.” I stared at the monitor as my girls DNA glowed like starlight on the screen. “And what was Project Age?” “A failed attempt at creating the next generation of global leaders—genetically modified for intelligence, charisma, intuition, and emotional influence. They wanted to engineer leaders people would follow, a situation where no questions would be asked.”

He smiled and said, “Once we enter the era, we are not souls. We have a form. Though we are much more powerful we can be taken down. The healers help us to stay alive till the motive of us being there is fulfilled. We enter the past or future to ensure that no soul has been wronged. We can’t save the humans but we can save the souls.” “But past cannot be altered or toyed with. Then how can you change it?”, I asked again. “Do you used to watch the stars at night?”, he asked. I nodded. “Do you know that when you look at the stars you are actually looking at the different eras that have passed? But the stories and life on these stars are still going on and we need to manage it properly. We don’