Broderick Slate had always been fascinated by biology and associated sciences, but his edgy research ideas never got approved by the Ethics Board, no matter how much he tried to bribe them. "Fine, I'll test on my own body then!" he responded, to nobody in particular, and trodded off to his basement laboratory.

The next years got a bit... weird. His fur was one of the first things to go, leaving only some patches around the arms. Somewhere along the line, his blood became bioluminescently blue, and his face is a whole new species (Somewhere inbetween feline and squid, with a tinge of Deep Sea charm). No worries though, as ghoulish as his appearance might have become, he's as healthy and fit as ever -his feet fell off at some point, but a new pair of semi-bionic cyberlegs left him faster and more agile than before.

Do worry about his mind, though. Years of secluded self-experimentation have made him anything but squeamish, and he was never really that empathic to begin with. Worst of all, his body ran out of spots to test on.

You could try running away, but when you hear that schreeching metallic voice-box go "*-I NEED BLANK SLATES-*", it's really already too late.

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