A personal history of Mutation, or How I spent my teen years.

This is a sandbox I've wanted to play in for quite awhile...but never has a story burned me so badly before; So, without further ado, my first story post anywhere.
Please be gentle, and forgive me if I screw something up somehow.
Anyway prologue first, and we will see how any reviews, formatting, or toe stepping goes.

 

Genetics has always been as much art as science, ask anyone. From the moment those special proteins gravitate

towards themselves, following a special recipe no mortalcan as yet, read, any organism subject to the vagaries of

such fate mutate. The truth is, not a single creature, plant, or even, yes, human...is the same as any other. Nor

are they the same as any other throughout all of history. There is always SOMETHING different from another;

perhaps a peptide regarding proper growth in regard to eyerods is stunted due to a minor mutation caused by

background radiation; resulting in an eye that might be a slightly different color than it would have been, and

slightly less useful nightvision than another person in the same family. Or an Rna sequence could be blanked in a

chromosome, causing the aspartate to be manufactured to a greateror lesser degree in the brain, and therefore

providing a case for how two different people in the same environment since birth, think differently in the first

place. Ack, I have a tendancy to ramble now; I'll try to watch that, sorry. My point was, genetics in particular

and science in general make no distinction; we are all mutants. Great (like that champion fellow perhaps, or that

guy that breathes fire in new york) or small (like you, having 'striking' eyes) the universe makes no

distinction, nor value judgements; despite this, the universe is a cold and dangerous place, in which certain

individuals have more of an edge in survival over those generally considered 'normal'. In the interest of

history, and with all due mental faculties bent toward impartiality, I will attempt to chronicle such general

mutations as I have encountered, and my own in particular; the purpose of the tale to point out all the

inconsistencies and fallacies inherent in the human condition, and to endeavor all mutants (for I reiterate, we

are ALL mutants) to understand that we are all one people, with the same emotional basis and thought template as

any other on this planet, and perhaps others.



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