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“Still holding steady,” Dad said.
We were at the lab again with him, looking over a new sample taken from Ashley and I. The difference this time were the special band-aids on our arms. They had sensors that could read our bio signs - and Dad hoped, would show some correlation with viral activity.
He watched the neural network run, connecting data. I saw it draw lines in random directions, as a counter marked “generation” climbed upward in value. It quickly raced past three hundred generations, and soon started drawing a coherent line. Viral activity was marked on the y axis, with the x axis marking time.
A smile came to Dad’s face, along with some slight tail wagging.
“Fantastic,” he said. “Now let’s see what happens when I add in the readings from my own bandage.”
He clicked on a few things in the program’s interface, and the line dropped to a new plateau. He clicked again on a filter, and it shot back up to its previous elevated level.
“That is what I thought,” he said. “I still have increased viral activity, but both of you have levels of activity consistent with what has been observed when changes are occurring.”
“So what now?” Ashley asked.
“I want to collect more data,” Dad said. “I’ll get one of these to Jackie, get an idea of where she stands in this, if she has elevated levels or not. I want to get a reasonably large sample size.”
“Could this be used to change us back to human?” Ashley asked.
“Perhaps,” Dad said. “The thing I want to figure out is if there’s a way to stimulate the virus, to take someone who is at a lower level back to a higher level - the engine needs to be running before it can move the car.”
“Makes sense,” I said.
“Problem is,” Dad said, “this is like me, being left handed, trying to drive a stick shift - I have no idea how to get the car to move.”
“Other people might,” Ashley said.
“Yes,” Dad sighed. “That… that’s something I’ve been thinking long and hard about. I need to start building up to where I could write a paper on this - these findings could be very important in assisting the search for a cure. That however, would reveal my access to illegally obtained assets from Generation.”
“And you’d be arrested,” I said.
He breathed deeply, slumping back in his chair. “I don’t know Matt. This is a massive tangle of circumstances. I… I may have potentially broken federal law.”
Ashley shrank inward, the shock and fear very evident on her face. I felt fur stand up all over my body.
“Or whatever company is going to try to acquire Generation’s remaining assets might avoid pressing charges at all,” Dad said, “to prevent information coming to light about their far less justifiable actions… I just don’t know.”
“So you can publish your findings,” I said, “and potentially hasten the work for a cure…”
“Or remain silent, and stay safe.”
We were quiet. We stared at each other as the ventilation hummed softly.
Dad rolled his chair over to where we sat, and hugged us briefly.
“I love you,” he said. “I want to do all I can to protect you. To be there for you. But there are other parents out there - ones who can’t save their children from this virus.”
“It’s the right thing to do,” I said.
“Yes,” Dad agreed - though with a strained look in his eyes.
Dad glanced over to Ashley, who seemed unwilling to agree. She stared down at the floor, but her thoughts were interrupted by an involuntary lick of her snout.
“I guess…,” she said, “I guess that you can’t let pandora’s box creak open more… when you have a roll of duct tape.”
“No,” Dad smiled slightly, “I can’t.”
He rolled his chair back to his computer.
“It seems that I’ve got a job to start working on - taking a lot of hypotheses and start testing them into the ground. I am glad that both of you want me to do the right thing - even if its risky - but making a well constructed paper takes time… and after what happened the first time, I want to get this right.”
“So several months?” I asked.
“I hope to get it done that quickly,” he said. “I’ll need to talk it over with everyone here.”
“Gathering the data,” a voice said from across the room, “to do a whole well researched study… that sounds quite hard.”
We glanced over to where Melina - the young woman that had worked with me and Jackie when we changed, stood on the other side of a counter. She wasn’t looking up from some notes.
“We’re on our way,” Dad said. “It’s hardly a perfect double blind random test or anything like that… but even if we can’t get something more formal accomplished, we’ve got to put something out.”
“I wish we could help more,” I said, “rather than just sitting around and occasionally getting you some data.”
“It was very helpful data,” Dad said, “more than you know. At very least, it's comforting to have you here with me.”
“If you want to help some,” Melina said, standing up, “there’s some equipment we need to unload from a truck, if you’d be willing to help.”
That was the kind of thing I would normally try to weasel out of… but after sitting for so long, standing up and stretching, going and doing something productive felt like a nice change of pace.
We followed Melina out of the lab and down a hallway. The hallways contrasted against the labs, being far less clean. The lab however was obviously not permanently installed, with many things on wheels, so it wasn’t like it was any nicer.
We were silent as we followed Melina. I noted that she had a somewhat strained expression on her face.
“Is something… wrong?” I asked.
She sighed. “I… I commend your father for his bravery, but… Generation - or at least, the people who had stakes in it, are powerful people. Biomedical applications were only one thread of their fortunes. They had modified trees throughout the US that regrew rapidly after logging. They had hands in cultured meat, in growing cotton for clothing… if it grew and could be genetically modified, they were involved.”
“Your point?” Ashley asked as we walked through a door into a sort of warehouse area.
“My point,” Melina said, “is that they have an army of lawyers on their side. They have seemingly completely unrelated shell companies that can come to their aid and sue people without fear of indicting themselves... “
She saw Ashley’s visible anxiety.
“I just… I just wish there was a way to fight them,” Melina said. “Or… or maybe surrender to them. Maybe if your father offered a bargain to get them the data, he might - “
“Get the data released to the people who could do immense harm with it,” I said with firmness, “and then never allow our Dad to work on a cure again.”
Melina hung her head, and didn’t reply. We went through a door out to a loading dock, into the chill air of early spring. Of course, it didn’t seem chilly to me. I only guessed, from the pockets of snow on the ground. A truck had its trailer door opened, showing some lab equipment inside that was anchored to the walls, and wrapped in protective plastic.
“Go back in there and undo the latches holding them in place,” Melina said, “I need to look at something with the truck.”
“Okay,” I said, walking in.
I went up to one of the little ratchets buckle things that held the restraining bands taut. I went over it in my hands, trying to figure it out. I wondered if my finger pads were making it difficult.
“Hey Ashley,” I said, “you having any luck on yours -”
A sudden loud, rumbling sound hit my ears. By the time I darted my gaze over, the truck door was already closing, and in a second we were enshrouded in darkness.
“No!!” I shouted, and Ashley cried out likewise.
I ran to the door, banging on it. My mind took over from panic, and I searched for some kind of internal latch to undo the door. It had to be somewhere!
But in the dark, I could only fumble around mindlessly. The truck lurched into motion, and the jerk in movement caused me to fall backwards and land right on my tail. I winced in pain, but the wail out of my mouth was more from the shock, the disbelief that this situation was actually happening.
We were being kidnapped.
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We were at the lab again with him, looking over a new sample taken from Ashley and I. The difference this time were the special band-aids on our arms. They had sensors that could read our bio signs - and Dad hoped, would show some correlation with viral activity.
He watched the neural network run, connecting data. I saw it draw lines in random directions, as a counter marked “generation” climbed upward in value. It quickly raced past three hundred generations, and soon started drawing a coherent line. Viral activity was marked on the y axis, with the x axis marking time.
A smile came to Dad’s face, along with some slight tail wagging.
“Fantastic,” he said. “Now let’s see what happens when I add in the readings from my own bandage.”
He clicked on a few things in the program’s interface, and the line dropped to a new plateau. He clicked again on a filter, and it shot back up to its previous elevated level.
“That is what I thought,” he said. “I still have increased viral activity, but both of you have levels of activity consistent with what has been observed when changes are occurring.”
“So what now?” Ashley asked.
“I want to collect more data,” Dad said. “I’ll get one of these to Jackie, get an idea of where she stands in this, if she has elevated levels or not. I want to get a reasonably large sample size.”
“Could this be used to change us back to human?” Ashley asked.
“Perhaps,” Dad said. “The thing I want to figure out is if there’s a way to stimulate the virus, to take someone who is at a lower level back to a higher level - the engine needs to be running before it can move the car.”
“Makes sense,” I said.
“Problem is,” Dad said, “this is like me, being left handed, trying to drive a stick shift - I have no idea how to get the car to move.”
“Other people might,” Ashley said.
“Yes,” Dad sighed. “That… that’s something I’ve been thinking long and hard about. I need to start building up to where I could write a paper on this - these findings could be very important in assisting the search for a cure. That however, would reveal my access to illegally obtained assets from Generation.”
“And you’d be arrested,” I said.
He breathed deeply, slumping back in his chair. “I don’t know Matt. This is a massive tangle of circumstances. I… I may have potentially broken federal law.”
Ashley shrank inward, the shock and fear very evident on her face. I felt fur stand up all over my body.
“Or whatever company is going to try to acquire Generation’s remaining assets might avoid pressing charges at all,” Dad said, “to prevent information coming to light about their far less justifiable actions… I just don’t know.”
“So you can publish your findings,” I said, “and potentially hasten the work for a cure…”
“Or remain silent, and stay safe.”
We were quiet. We stared at each other as the ventilation hummed softly.
Dad rolled his chair over to where we sat, and hugged us briefly.
“I love you,” he said. “I want to do all I can to protect you. To be there for you. But there are other parents out there - ones who can’t save their children from this virus.”
“It’s the right thing to do,” I said.
“Yes,” Dad agreed - though with a strained look in his eyes.
Dad glanced over to Ashley, who seemed unwilling to agree. She stared down at the floor, but her thoughts were interrupted by an involuntary lick of her snout.
“I guess…,” she said, “I guess that you can’t let pandora’s box creak open more… when you have a roll of duct tape.”
“No,” Dad smiled slightly, “I can’t.”
He rolled his chair back to his computer.
“It seems that I’ve got a job to start working on - taking a lot of hypotheses and start testing them into the ground. I am glad that both of you want me to do the right thing - even if its risky - but making a well constructed paper takes time… and after what happened the first time, I want to get this right.”
“So several months?” I asked.
“I hope to get it done that quickly,” he said. “I’ll need to talk it over with everyone here.”
“Gathering the data,” a voice said from across the room, “to do a whole well researched study… that sounds quite hard.”
We glanced over to where Melina - the young woman that had worked with me and Jackie when we changed, stood on the other side of a counter. She wasn’t looking up from some notes.
“We’re on our way,” Dad said. “It’s hardly a perfect double blind random test or anything like that… but even if we can’t get something more formal accomplished, we’ve got to put something out.”
“I wish we could help more,” I said, “rather than just sitting around and occasionally getting you some data.”
“It was very helpful data,” Dad said, “more than you know. At very least, it's comforting to have you here with me.”
“If you want to help some,” Melina said, standing up, “there’s some equipment we need to unload from a truck, if you’d be willing to help.”
That was the kind of thing I would normally try to weasel out of… but after sitting for so long, standing up and stretching, going and doing something productive felt like a nice change of pace.
We followed Melina out of the lab and down a hallway. The hallways contrasted against the labs, being far less clean. The lab however was obviously not permanently installed, with many things on wheels, so it wasn’t like it was any nicer.
We were silent as we followed Melina. I noted that she had a somewhat strained expression on her face.
“Is something… wrong?” I asked.
She sighed. “I… I commend your father for his bravery, but… Generation - or at least, the people who had stakes in it, are powerful people. Biomedical applications were only one thread of their fortunes. They had modified trees throughout the US that regrew rapidly after logging. They had hands in cultured meat, in growing cotton for clothing… if it grew and could be genetically modified, they were involved.”
“Your point?” Ashley asked as we walked through a door into a sort of warehouse area.
“My point,” Melina said, “is that they have an army of lawyers on their side. They have seemingly completely unrelated shell companies that can come to their aid and sue people without fear of indicting themselves... “
She saw Ashley’s visible anxiety.
“I just… I just wish there was a way to fight them,” Melina said. “Or… or maybe surrender to them. Maybe if your father offered a bargain to get them the data, he might - “
“Get the data released to the people who could do immense harm with it,” I said with firmness, “and then never allow our Dad to work on a cure again.”
Melina hung her head, and didn’t reply. We went through a door out to a loading dock, into the chill air of early spring. Of course, it didn’t seem chilly to me. I only guessed, from the pockets of snow on the ground. A truck had its trailer door opened, showing some lab equipment inside that was anchored to the walls, and wrapped in protective plastic.
“Go back in there and undo the latches holding them in place,” Melina said, “I need to look at something with the truck.”
“Okay,” I said, walking in.
I went up to one of the little ratchets buckle things that held the restraining bands taut. I went over it in my hands, trying to figure it out. I wondered if my finger pads were making it difficult.
“Hey Ashley,” I said, “you having any luck on yours -”
A sudden loud, rumbling sound hit my ears. By the time I darted my gaze over, the truck door was already closing, and in a second we were enshrouded in darkness.
“No!!” I shouted, and Ashley cried out likewise.
I ran to the door, banging on it. My mind took over from panic, and I searched for some kind of internal latch to undo the door. It had to be somewhere!
But in the dark, I could only fumble around mindlessly. The truck lurched into motion, and the jerk in movement caused me to fall backwards and land right on my tail. I winced in pain, but the wail out of my mouth was more from the shock, the disbelief that this situation was actually happening.
We were being kidnapped.
Previous: https://www.furaffinity.net/view/44879675/
Next: https://www.furaffinity.net/view/44908832/
First Part: https://www.furaffinity.net/view/43399487/
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Category Story / Transformation
Species Dog (Other)
Size 77 x 120px
File Size 40.3 kB
I'm gonna be a bit more harsh than I really should be and say that this is a kinda cringe and cliche turn of events. I think thing's don't really turn out like this in the real world. They tend to be a lot more subtle then a kidnapping. Then again I could never write this good so I'm not really the person to judge but it does kinda feel very over dramatic. There would probably be more dialogue/arm-twisting rather than physical abduction. Like just stealing a blood vial or something. Then again I have no idea where this is going so I'll give you the benefit of the doubt and wait and see.
That... is something that I decided I was going to deal with. To be honest, I didn't see any other interesting way that I could take the plot, rather than just ending it with it puttering out - and that's not what anyone wanted. Perhaps you will change your mind with the next chapter, but I'm not sure.
My feelings about the story, specifically whether I can really call it plausible sci fi anymore, is kind of up in the air right now. I'll just have to see.
My feelings about the story, specifically whether I can really call it plausible sci fi anymore, is kind of up in the air right now. I'll just have to see.
*The plot thickens*
Not very many transformations stories get this far, and I'm ecstatic that this story has made it to the point that it's at. While I do agree with PinkFoxGlove, I also see your point that there really was no other interesting way to continue the story. However, I do believe that had you thought a little more about it (and not written this late at night as you said on your discord server) you could have developed a much more elaborate and original plot. While I'd love to see this story continue on for chapters and chapters, all good things must come to an end, and I can tell that this is story will likely come to an end in the next 10 or so chapters.
As always, keep up the good work. I could never do what you're doing here, and yet you're doing it!
Not very many transformations stories get this far, and I'm ecstatic that this story has made it to the point that it's at. While I do agree with PinkFoxGlove, I also see your point that there really was no other interesting way to continue the story. However, I do believe that had you thought a little more about it (and not written this late at night as you said on your discord server) you could have developed a much more elaborate and original plot. While I'd love to see this story continue on for chapters and chapters, all good things must come to an end, and I can tell that this is story will likely come to an end in the next 10 or so chapters.
As always, keep up the good work. I could never do what you're doing here, and yet you're doing it!
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