Sodden Earth: Prologue

Year 2050-

People are buying "juice" ie: genometrical solutions to be injected hypogenically into their cortoplexus'. The "juice" is the ergonometry to genetic manipulations, that can heighten physical and mental attributes. "Brain Feeders Corp" makes and controls distrubution of the solutions, plus makes the incisional entropod stimulator to coallign with the feed. The "entropod" is a tiny nanomachine that stimulates the endocrine glands and positions the brain to integrate the solution into the body. Then depending upon circulation to carry the enzymes to specific body parts. The competitor of the "juice" is the "nanospring" which is nanomechs hyperinjected into the bloodstream, then controlled by a computer to stimulate different areas of the body into accelerated actions. The company in charge is called "NanoStylers".

High end "juice" mixes zenotypes of different animal genomes to be extrapulated then fed through "ziplines" intravenously...

The military and certain athletes were the first underground test subjects of such, intending to endow themselves with superhuman characteristics, making them what was called "Muti-Pros".

Opera

Death doesn't come easy
Towards my kind
Those who stepped forward
But were left behind..
Not so easy to win a taunted race
Slaughter comes slowly to a surmounted chase
Life extraordinary is the exception to those golden rules
On come the gruff
And other kinds of fools
Daunted and daring
Through disbelief
Don't call me a liar
Don't call me a thief...

Pick Asidz: CataVoltage

Catapult: You know the cool thing about telekinesis is that I can kill a person with a thought? Disallign a bloodvessel, cause a hemorage or make them spring a leak. Blood is the thing that makes the body go round! Not like I try to play God though...even though I have a thing for speculating into innocence. I'm an anonymous superhero of sorts...a vigil vigilante underground porn producer, who gets tired of his day job and likes to make things fly around. I've yet to try the garbage can lid/flying saucer routine or super cat. Stupid cat would hate me if I flipped it over without it being able to control itself. Me now meow, they are all so self involved without selflessness. Altruism is more convoluted when all you want to do is play and lick yourself clean afterwards. This chick Luna I just met is more of a dog person, although she says she loves and has turtles at home, and on Halloween dresses them up with little ninja costumes. Would that be cute to see them fighting with little swords and daggers? I bet I could make them do that someday! Luna has scanned my cousin Trax, as he is the one who inherited the telepathy in the family. That freaking Trax gets all the attention...while people like me and Blank stay anonymous by laying low, but I still manage to talk to Luna Cole through e-mails. She just sent me pics the other day, what a babe...the first thing I wrote back is, "do you want to be in a movie?" She said, "not in your kind Pulty". She is the one who secretly interviewed my cousin. He wants to join up with the F.B.I.'s Psychic Affairs division led by Traz Nicolson. Traz has this rogue operative named Flipsidz under him, who everybody thinks is so cool, cause he sells high tech stuff on the black market. I wonder iF he can sell me a "psionic resonator" to be able to lift heavier objects? Gotta tell Luna about that...

Pick Asidz: The Crow's Woes

Blank: My crow "Knight" is like my spirit guide, as native american people would say and think about their spirit animals. Crows are carrion and know the harshness of reality, nobody is going to feed one a steak dinner! A crow is a beautiful thing to a predator, with some blue in their plummage that they'd rather conceal. I feed mine Kit Kats and Beef Jerky, he loves that stuff. I mean I'd rather have a crow on my shoulder than a porcupine or a skunk, you feel me? The bird is a conflicted creature with mostly it's appetite on it's mind. Their biology is one where they hopscotch over idealisms and confer to their daily grind. I have powers where I can see through the eyes of my crow and send him to reconaissance stuff. He is trained much like a hawk, but less noticible. He has a white mowhawk on top of his head, that I gave him with spray paint. Sometimes I change the color for the holidays. It keeps me in the spirit of turning a backdrop into an exasperated "mocking bird"...