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Weekly Contest #348
“Thank you for calling BabyTrait. How may I assist you today?” The large monitor flashes with a pop-up box, accompanied by the sound of a baby’s high-pitched giggle. Evie adjusts her headset as she looks up to click on the request. “Yes, ma’am,” she continues. “Our first plan, Infusio Infantis, implants desired traits through injection form into the designated, fertile carrier of the baby. Our second plan, Crescere Infantem, is the process of creating a baby from scratch in an incubator. The first option has an 80% chance of all desired trai...
Weekly Contest #169
I have to keep my composure as the white cloth is lifted. All six pairs of eyes—including mine—study the grisly sight on the table. “Oh, God…” Detective Lander puts her hand to her mouth. I can feel fear radiating off of her as she shivers right next to me. Looks of squeamishness and disgust linger in the room full of professionals. Detective Reyes snaps a few photos to capture the sight. The flash of the camera illuminates the disfigured face. Dried, crimson blood is caked around the scalp. There are dark sunken holes where the eyes, no...
DON’T DO IT… IT'S NEVER WORTH IT! Violet stared at the obnoxious yellow sign in front of her—the bold, black letters accompanied by an outline of a figure falling down. It was hard to ignore, being the only pop of colour besides the yellow train platform in the white-tiled train station. How she arrived at the train station, that had no name—she had no clue in the world—never had she been there before. All she remembered was taking a bath and then going to bed. Almost by magic, she plopped into the mysterious place with no trace of how s...
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