Each Tuesday, rather than a POSSIBLY
IRRITATING ESSAY, I'd like to both challenge you and lend a helping hand. I
generate more speculative and teen story ideas than I can ever use. My family
rolls its collective eyes when I say, "Hang on a second! I just have to
write down this idea..." Here, I'll include the initial inspiration
(quote, website, podcast, etc) and then a thought or two that came to mind.
These will simply be seeds -- plant, nurture, fertilize, chemically treat,
irradiate, test or stress them as you see fit. I only ask if you let me know if
anything comes of them.
SF Trope:
genetic memories
Current Event: http://physicsworld.com/cws/article/news/2013/jan/23/digital-files-stored-and-retrieved-using-dna-memory
Iker Dương flexed his bicep.
Leonie Gonzalez
shook her head and rolled back over on her stomach.
“What? I thought
you said you wanted to see a trick?” Iker said.
Without looking
at him, she pulled up the latest Kathy Reichs Temperance Brennan book on her
Kindenookpad – or knop – and got back to her reading.
“What are you
mad at?”
Leonie said,
“Listen Iker, I like you and all, but if you want us to be anything more than
buddies, you’re going to have to actually talk to me.”
Iker sat down.
The sappy sad look on his face almost made Leonie give in and feel sorry for
him. Instead, she rolled over with her back to him.
He arched over
her, planting his hands firmly on the ground then flipped his feet over,
landing lightly. She almost grabbed him then, too. But they were almost done
with their college freshman year, she wanted to get into medical school – she
was aiming to be the first forensic anthropologist on Mars because now that the
population there had topped three million and they’d celebrated their Diamond
Jubilee, there were going to be old MURDERS…
He flexed his
bicep again and said, “I’m trying to show you something.”
She sighed.
“Not my muscle!
I’m showing you what we’re doing in the lab!”
“Trying to
create muscles from nothing?”
“Hey!” He pouted
and she relented a bit. “I’m sorry, but the Mexicans and the Vietnamese are not
known for producing Olympic weightlifting champions...”
“It’s not my
muscle, it’s what’s in my muscle!”
“String beans?”
She winced an instant after speaking the words but couldn’t say, “Iker, wait!”
fast enough to stop him from sprint away. She also couldn’t quite stop the
thought that he had a rather cute backside as well and even though he was sorta
on the skinny side…”Iker, wait!” He kept going. She stopped, pondered for an
instant, then put her ancestry to work and sprinted, catching him in ten long
strides, grabbing his arm. She thought for an instant that the bicep wasn’t as
wimpy as she’d imagined. “I’m sorry, Iker – but you’re just such a tempting
target. What...”
“DNA – I have a
data package in my bicep. I’ve been carrying it for the past week and we’re
going to take it out tomorrow to see if…”
From the shadows
of the science building, a voice said, “I don’t think you should be talking
about this, folks.”
Names: ♀ Swiss German, Argentinian; ♂ Mexican, Vietnamese
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