http://daimonhost.livejournal.com/ ([identity profile] daimonhost.livejournal.com) wrote in [community profile] fandomhigh2007-11-27 12:00 am
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Advanced Mad Science, November 27

Professor Tomoe looked better this week than last; clearly the jetlag had worn off in the time between classes. He greeted the students with a typical manic style. A large covered table and a bizarre blinking machine stood in the centre of a circle of desks.

"Good afternoon, class!" he said. "Today, we're going to talk about cloning. As I'm sure you're all very much aware, cloning is the process of creating an exact genetic copy of a living organism. Other geneticists have been able to successfully clone animals such as sheep and mice. There has been a lot of debate by weak willed scientists about the ethicalness of cloning human being, but we're going to completely bypass those concerns.

He gestured to the dangerous looking machine. "In today's class, I want you to dump a genetic sample, preferably hair or something similar. The machine will analyse it, and spit out 20 miniature clones than you, no taller than 5 to 7 centimetres tall. And what do you do once you have the clones, you may ask?"

He pulled the cloth off the table, revealing an intricate obstacle course, complete with ledges, deep holes, and (oddly enough) spike traps. "We're going to see how well you can lead them through the maze. These miniature clones won't be very intelligent, so they'll only respond to your direct orders. Try to get five of them through the maze without running into any ... disasters."

He let out a maniacal laugh before returning to normal.

"Good luck."
dark_slippy_thing: (Facepalm)

Re: Play Lem- er, Use the Obstacle Course!

[personal profile] dark_slippy_thing 2007-11-27 07:35 pm (UTC)(link)
There were little Valentines. Quite a few of them, actually, and they were all rather charming, Valentine thought. If not a little stupid.

"Really, if you would just stop falling onto the spikes, fewer of you would be dead," he said with a grimace as another one found its wee little self impaled. "Pull off your masks and fill up the pit with them, or something. Nono, you, don't jump into it first! From the ledge, from the ledge!"

This wasn't going very well until Valentine had a brilliant notion.

"The first five to get to the end of the maze alive get cake."

They don't need to know that cake is a lie.