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A couple medical firms across the states called and want to know more about how we plan to fight cancer and other ailments and also  I have had contacts from a few groups of people who happen to be space nuts like myself reach me after the showing in New York, but I never thought someone like you would be interested. Which raises a few questions,” he leans forward and clasps his hands together with a half puzzled look.

“What kind of questions?” I ask.

“Well, what benefit would our projects have for the U.S. Forces?” he shrugs. 

“I thought that would be pretty darn obvious. I know what you’ve been up to, Dr. Thomas,” I say. “And, I know your firm’s history.”

He scratches his head. “What do you mean?”

“Don’t play dumb, Ed. You’ve got a chicken that lays golden eggs and I want in,” I lean forward and smile.

“Sorry, sir.  I don’t have any chickens.  I don’t follow,” he says slowly and laughs.

“What happened to your first endeavor in genetics? It wasn’t mentioned in the show, but I thought it was pretty amazing, and, as a big fan, I’m very shocked that you don’t even know what I’m talking about. You’re like a rock-star, Edgar, and you’ve forgotten all about the first hit single you produced in that garage band in college,” I lean back and cross my arms. His jaw dropped and his eyes kind of sank. 

“First endeavor...?” He pauses for a short moment then shakes his head, takes off his eye glasses, and rubs his eyebrows.

“You know what I’m talking about.”

“No... No, that was a long time ago,” Doctor Thompson seemed uncomfortable.

“The first of the evolution projects was to test the metabolic rates in order to figure out how to shift how the body acts in space in time. Essentially, changing the host’s mitochondrial genetic code so it can change itself almost instantaneously. The unconscious brain could connect with the conscious brain and the two become one, allowing the mind and body to become one. The host could then tell every cell in it’s own body what to do. It could then override primal instinctive traits that dictate it’s form and choose it’s own. In other words, if a man wanted to fly, he could grow wings!!” I say

“It’s too dangerous... It’s going way too far. We tested it on animals and the results were hideous. There was no controlling them. They become rampant, angry, and extremely ferocious. Nothing would calm their rage. I’m afraid that there is no way this could ever be used on humans. It’s beyond insane!” he shouted, then looked around to see a few other people looking at us, then sat back in his seat and took a deep breath.

“Oh, come on. I’m sure you could fix those few bugs. Besides, your company and NASA both will need an extreme amount of money. If you could get back into that old project and give me results, then I’ll sign you a blank check and you’ll have the nation’s banks to accommodate your road trip to Mars.” I tell him.

“Ugh... I should have figured...” Edgar mutters.

“What?” I ask.

“Here you go! Please, enjoy your meals!” The waitress says and brings our food.

“Thank you, thank you very much. You know, you’re very pretty! Your boyfriend is a lucky guy,” I tell her.

“Oh, haha, thanks, but I’m single,” she says.

Doctor Thompson leans against his hand over the table and stares off into space. I don’t 

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