"Your genes are code written by others."
I clenched the scales in my palm and watched them reflect the harvest countdown of advanced civilization in the moonlight.
As a "defective product" that had been left unclaimed in the orphanage for thirty years, I awakened to the most dangerous mutation on the night of my coming-of-age ceremony—the ability to see and tamper with the genetic code of all living things.
When the senators in the floating city had tentacles sticking out from their suits, and when the exiles on the seabed salvaged the coral engraved with the last words of the old god, I understood:
Humans are nothing more than guinea pigs for alien civilizations, and every mutation rampage is caused by breeders cleaning up out-of-control samples.
Now, I have decided to write the god-killing instructions into the DNA of all mankind.
**"Warning: An autoimmune reaction was observed in Petri dish GA-09"**
**"Suggested solution: Immediately inject civilized formatting procedures"**
