Sins of the Father, Sins of the Flesh
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Category:
+M through R › Mass Effect
Rating:
Adult ++
Chapters:
15
Views:
3,744
Reviews:
7
Recommended:
0
Currently Reading:
1
Disclaimer:
All Mass Effect intellectual property reserved to Bioware and Electronic Arts; I make no claim to ownership and make no profit from this fiction.
The Body Shop
While the farm is certainly more pleasant than the room with the chair and the bench and the old-blood stench…let’s go get some fresh air. We can walk right out the door and into the sunshine; it’s not a long way—maybe half a mile—to the next stop on the tour.
Did you know you were on a tour? You must have suspected. So keep up.
You don’t want to be left behind.
Not here.
The grounds are neatly landscaped, and as we walk the well-kept path, the trees close in behind us, subtly but surely. By the time we reach our destination the farm isn’t visible at all.
The building in front of us now is lovely and elegant, but you can tell: what takes place here is serious business for serious money.
Do you want them to rebuild you? They have the technology. They can make you better, stronger, faster than you were before.
Are you tired of the eyes God gave you? They can correct your vision, if you want to be that simple (and cheap). But they can also make those brown eyes blue (or green, or gold, or silver). They can make them cameras; they can give you perfect aim with a sniper rifle and no scope. They can give you the gene mods and the tech to make your eyes miniature microscopes. No more bending, no peering, no squinting; a few mnemonics and a particular blink and there you are, the world unseen revealed, just like that.
Of course, if you don’t like what you see, that’s not their problem.
The contract specifies no refunds.
The man in charge here is fully dedicated to the advancement of the human race through genetic modification, and you can have all the standard stuff done here; skin weave, bone weave, neural enhancements.
But if you’ve got the credits, and the juice, you can get…special things. Do you want the gene mods the Alliance gives their N7 soldiers? The ones civilians are absolutely, positively not supposed to be able to get their hands on?
He can get them for you.
Do you want those mods for every member of your security staff?
He can get them for you wholesale.
And if there happen to be side effects (like there are sometimes; in one notable incident, a mentally unstable client woke up with heightened speed, strength, accelerated healing factor, and a taste for human flesh)…well.
The contract specifies that the company is absolutely, positively not responsible for any damages caused.
Or perhaps you want to build something. A dynasty, say. Perhaps you want mods not for yourself, but for your baby-to-be.
It’s no problem for these people. Why let nature do what science can? Nature is so messy. Children can be born with defects. Diseases. Deformations. Or simply stupid, ugly, or uncoordinated.
And why would you want a child like that? The man in charge says the mods are very safe. And while there are risks, they’re worth it, right? For your child’s own good, of course.
Best to read the fine print here. These are the most delicate manipulations the company performs, and if something should go wrong…
Let’s just say that the company’s motto is “caveat emptor.”
It’s all in the contract.
And the contract is not in your favor.
Did you know you were on a tour? You must have suspected. So keep up.
You don’t want to be left behind.
Not here.
The grounds are neatly landscaped, and as we walk the well-kept path, the trees close in behind us, subtly but surely. By the time we reach our destination the farm isn’t visible at all.
The building in front of us now is lovely and elegant, but you can tell: what takes place here is serious business for serious money.
Do you want them to rebuild you? They have the technology. They can make you better, stronger, faster than you were before.
Are you tired of the eyes God gave you? They can correct your vision, if you want to be that simple (and cheap). But they can also make those brown eyes blue (or green, or gold, or silver). They can make them cameras; they can give you perfect aim with a sniper rifle and no scope. They can give you the gene mods and the tech to make your eyes miniature microscopes. No more bending, no peering, no squinting; a few mnemonics and a particular blink and there you are, the world unseen revealed, just like that.
Of course, if you don’t like what you see, that’s not their problem.
The contract specifies no refunds.
The man in charge here is fully dedicated to the advancement of the human race through genetic modification, and you can have all the standard stuff done here; skin weave, bone weave, neural enhancements.
But if you’ve got the credits, and the juice, you can get…special things. Do you want the gene mods the Alliance gives their N7 soldiers? The ones civilians are absolutely, positively not supposed to be able to get their hands on?
He can get them for you.
Do you want those mods for every member of your security staff?
He can get them for you wholesale.
And if there happen to be side effects (like there are sometimes; in one notable incident, a mentally unstable client woke up with heightened speed, strength, accelerated healing factor, and a taste for human flesh)…well.
The contract specifies that the company is absolutely, positively not responsible for any damages caused.
Or perhaps you want to build something. A dynasty, say. Perhaps you want mods not for yourself, but for your baby-to-be.
It’s no problem for these people. Why let nature do what science can? Nature is so messy. Children can be born with defects. Diseases. Deformations. Or simply stupid, ugly, or uncoordinated.
And why would you want a child like that? The man in charge says the mods are very safe. And while there are risks, they’re worth it, right? For your child’s own good, of course.
Best to read the fine print here. These are the most delicate manipulations the company performs, and if something should go wrong…
Let’s just say that the company’s motto is “caveat emptor.”
It’s all in the contract.
And the contract is not in your favor.