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The fiery leaves of autumn blazed their brightest just before November, before the cinder silence of snowfall swallowed their vibrancy and exhaled frost across the barren trees and staunch evergreens outside the office. As the sterling silver of winter’s cloak settled upon the Midwest and the hearths call of the holiday depleted the halls of employees, I toiled anew. I dismissed the annual Christmas and New Years summons from my parents and extended family – I had only just gotten this contract settled and I could better afford to celebrate once things were underway. Besides, there was a grad-school nostalgia of working in the lab alone that administrative duties were already beginning to rob me of. I enjoyed the fume-hood hum of the buildings engines while I warmed my hands in the sink washing petri dishes. The dry crispness of desiccated air, marked with that acrid phenol hospital smell and the sweet lacquer of ethanol undertones. It was a familiar aroma I always found myself experiencing a little longer than intended and somehow never quite enough.
Florescent fantasies of experiments conceived by imagination and a checkbook out of wedlock found place in one of our conference calls, when I proposed the use of microfauna to explore a resolution to our issue. I had used them before in my graduate studies to positive effect and ZakuraTech had an internal supply available at discount. Trying to grow skin from scratch was expensive and the cell populations would die off in waves. Half of the ‘crop’ was aged and withered before we could even postulate harvest. But with microfauna? We could extract whole pelts and sort out the details of growth and death. The ‘copy / paste’ with flesh seemed to pique Hayes’ interest a bit, so I went with an angle of using them to simulate damage and healing from all manner of maladies. Did our treatment work with burn victims? Cauterize one with a hot plate. Industrial accident? Gunshot wounds? A hole punch or an automated stapler could serve as an adequate surrogate. The suggestion of sulfuric acid was enough to sell him on the prospect and the shipment of withering, eager specimens arrived by weeks end.
Though, to my disdain and disgust we suffered the same set back almost immediately. Mange. Filthy, vile gray spots of discolored fur – an itchy infestation that heaved its unseeming blight across hide and hair, defiling pelts and ruining the quality of our samples. The itchy attrition was the consequence of microscopic mites whose voracious, chitinous advance proceeded from cage to cage unheeded and unnoticed until it was too late. We had to act quickly by aggressive culling and sterilization to catch it. Euthanization was cheaper and more certain than an expensive regimen of Selamectin – which might have left some lingering strains ready for a second round. We scrubbed the cages with bleach, washed lab with peroxide and blasted everything in sight with UV lamps. Nothing was crawling away from that microcidal holocaust.
Batch two was inspected through and through; dilute lime and clean cages. And still festering patches of gray set our little associates scratching at unwelcome guests burrowing into their supple hides. I fumed and I fumigated and no number of tiny necks broken nor bodies disposed of abated the growth of those tepid splotches. As our calendar bled into the cusp of April, the lab techs were complaining to me that the stink of scorched flesh and the ash-breath of the incinerators rasping whispers were embedded in their clothing and soaked into their pelts. With the third batch on the way and my jaw sore from gnashing and barking at underlings; I decided to investigate the matter personally.
After all, the solution to a problem is often well at hand, if you know just where to look.
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Florescent fantasies of experiments conceived by imagination and a checkbook out of wedlock found place in one of our conference calls, when I proposed the use of microfauna to explore a resolution to our issue. I had used them before in my graduate studies to positive effect and ZakuraTech had an internal supply available at discount. Trying to grow skin from scratch was expensive and the cell populations would die off in waves. Half of the ‘crop’ was aged and withered before we could even postulate harvest. But with microfauna? We could extract whole pelts and sort out the details of growth and death. The ‘copy / paste’ with flesh seemed to pique Hayes’ interest a bit, so I went with an angle of using them to simulate damage and healing from all manner of maladies. Did our treatment work with burn victims? Cauterize one with a hot plate. Industrial accident? Gunshot wounds? A hole punch or an automated stapler could serve as an adequate surrogate. The suggestion of sulfuric acid was enough to sell him on the prospect and the shipment of withering, eager specimens arrived by weeks end.
Though, to my disdain and disgust we suffered the same set back almost immediately. Mange. Filthy, vile gray spots of discolored fur – an itchy infestation that heaved its unseeming blight across hide and hair, defiling pelts and ruining the quality of our samples. The itchy attrition was the consequence of microscopic mites whose voracious, chitinous advance proceeded from cage to cage unheeded and unnoticed until it was too late. We had to act quickly by aggressive culling and sterilization to catch it. Euthanization was cheaper and more certain than an expensive regimen of Selamectin – which might have left some lingering strains ready for a second round. We scrubbed the cages with bleach, washed lab with peroxide and blasted everything in sight with UV lamps. Nothing was crawling away from that microcidal holocaust.
Batch two was inspected through and through; dilute lime and clean cages. And still festering patches of gray set our little associates scratching at unwelcome guests burrowing into their supple hides. I fumed and I fumigated and no number of tiny necks broken nor bodies disposed of abated the growth of those tepid splotches. As our calendar bled into the cusp of April, the lab techs were complaining to me that the stink of scorched flesh and the ash-breath of the incinerators rasping whispers were embedded in their clothing and soaked into their pelts. With the third batch on the way and my jaw sore from gnashing and barking at underlings; I decided to investigate the matter personally.
After all, the solution to a problem is often well at hand, if you know just where to look.
A big change up in art style coming from

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Actually rather glad to hear that! I originally wrote this entire story in a format similar to what you'd find in a JACS paper but alot of people complained to me it was too hard to read and too dry. Rather hope the first person account and flavored bias mixed with actual science works well, and hopefully isn't too boring for the non-scientists in the audience.
As for your observation; we shall see!
As for your observation; we shall see!
Wow. This story just cements how a company, individuals are so uncaring when it comes to results simply because "in the name of science." It may be evil or cruel, but if it potentially helps society down the road in some way, then it's okay, right...?
I've said to you before, your writing skills is basically art itself. How you make things unfold, to me, is quite astounding. From start to process to end, and leading up to further, is grand and I just love it so.
And as a macro/micro fan, this is quite delicious pic too.
I've said to you before, your writing skills is basically art itself. How you make things unfold, to me, is quite astounding. From start to process to end, and leading up to further, is grand and I just love it so.
And as a macro/micro fan, this is quite delicious pic too.
Hmm, this installment makes me question the actual scale in play here. I'd made the rather easy assumption that the normal sized anthros of this world were roughly human in scale, but given the premise here and particularly the description of the mites infesting those microfauna, I'm tempted to consider the possibility that the majority of creatures on that world are exceedingly larger in scale than a typical human perspective.
The sort of parasites and maladies creatures of that size would deal with could easily be so different that things as common as fleas or mice would have little to no precedent for medical treatment. (and treatments for macroparasites would tend to be very different from those for tiny arthropods) I wonder if those 'mites' might actually be insects.
Engineering treatment for microscopic mites when you already have treatments for macroscopic counterparts is obviously far more straightforward than engineering a solution from scratch.
The possible premise of all non-microfauna being gigantic from a real-world frame of reference brings other possible considerations to mind to. (like that micro plague itself might not be distorting anthros into tiny versions of themselves, but reverting them to a previously normal state of existence ... though I'd think archeological evidence of such would be obvious, unless that evidence was somehow destroyed during the original transition or was being actively suppressed, or both)
The sort of parasites and maladies creatures of that size would deal with could easily be so different that things as common as fleas or mice would have little to no precedent for medical treatment. (and treatments for macroparasites would tend to be very different from those for tiny arthropods) I wonder if those 'mites' might actually be insects.
Engineering treatment for microscopic mites when you already have treatments for macroscopic counterparts is obviously far more straightforward than engineering a solution from scratch.
The possible premise of all non-microfauna being gigantic from a real-world frame of reference brings other possible considerations to mind to. (like that micro plague itself might not be distorting anthros into tiny versions of themselves, but reverting them to a previously normal state of existence ... though I'd think archeological evidence of such would be obvious, unless that evidence was somehow destroyed during the original transition or was being actively suppressed, or both)
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