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[Holiday is back on the screens again. Thankfully, her hair was slowly turning back into its once dark color at her roots, but the eyes were still a light gray instead of green. If someone hadn't seen her before the ghost event that thing with the museum, they may not even recognize her all that well.]
I've been wanting to go through this for a little while now, since my... scare, but in the wake of our Emperor's death, I saw it fit to wait in her respect.
I just want to inform people of a, um... disease that I have, I suppose you would call it. On my world, every living organism is infected with nanoscopic machines that have corrupt programming. We call these nanites. I'm the only one infected with this type here, I assure you. They can only be passed along much like an STI, with bodily fluid contact.
If the nanites themselves become infected, they bound to the host's DNA and change it. These occur in physical deformities or mental abnormalities. Some that change may only experience boils on their skin, others develop mental illnesses. Then some... [And this is the tough part.] Some can turn into eighty foot, fire breathing monsters and anything in between.
At home, I worked as the lead researcher for the biggest, most resourced organization that was looking for a cure to the nanite plague. We had one that would only work on some people after they had changed, but it's not here.
I just want there to be awareness about my condition so that others can take whatever precautions they deem necessary to not contract it; though, I will continue to assure you that it won't happen. Otherwise, I want others to be aware and alert in case I do change one day. The best option may be simple... eradication. It was what we had to do back home before we found our cure against some of the more dangerous ones. My sister was one of those dangerous ones that, thanks to my position, wasn't killed but caged for several years. The changes seem to be genetic.
... If anyone has questions, feel free to ask me. [And on that wonderful note, she closes the feed.]
I've been wanting to go through this for a little while now, since my... scare, but in the wake of our Emperor's death, I saw it fit to wait in her respect.
I just want to inform people of a, um... disease that I have, I suppose you would call it. On my world, every living organism is infected with nanoscopic machines that have corrupt programming. We call these nanites. I'm the only one infected with this type here, I assure you. They can only be passed along much like an STI, with bodily fluid contact.
If the nanites themselves become infected, they bound to the host's DNA and change it. These occur in physical deformities or mental abnormalities. Some that change may only experience boils on their skin, others develop mental illnesses. Then some... [And this is the tough part.] Some can turn into eighty foot, fire breathing monsters and anything in between.
At home, I worked as the lead researcher for the biggest, most resourced organization that was looking for a cure to the nanite plague. We had one that would only work on some people after they had changed, but it's not here.
I just want there to be awareness about my condition so that others can take whatever precautions they deem necessary to not contract it; though, I will continue to assure you that it won't happen. Otherwise, I want others to be aware and alert in case I do change one day. The best option may be simple... eradication. It was what we had to do back home before we found our cure against some of the more dangerous ones. My sister was one of those dangerous ones that, thanks to my position, wasn't killed but caged for several years. The changes seem to be genetic.
... If anyone has questions, feel free to ask me. [And on that wonderful note, she closes the feed.]
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Do you possess a containment suit or does one need to be built for you? I imagine the likelihood of actually becoming a fire breathing monster is slim compared to the other changes?
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Like I said, the changes go along a genetic chain more often than not. My sister was an arachnid type about ten times her average size. She possessed super strength and an instinct to nest, while all of her mental abilities were set back to one driven only by instinct.
She was ten years younger than me when she turned. I would be stronger, bigger, faster, and far more instinctual, so likely far more dangerous. Of course, there is the slim chance that things won't turn out that way, but this is the most likely scenario.
On the average for the public, most people only exhibit physical changes, but keep their general shape and size, usually. Sometimes the changes are much smaller, sometimes much larger. We haven't figured out a way to tell yet.
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Do you have sufficient facilities for your research? If not, I can contact someone.
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[Still, nothing's going to beat Providence.]
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[She nods, politely, and then cuts the feed.]