OOC: Sorry I have been gone, I had to do a lot things over this past week. I should be finishing off my final posts soon, seeing how we are going to close up very soon. (Keep in mind that my left hand has isn't writing very well today, so some spelling and grammar errors will be made.
It seems like we are going to leave a lot at a cliff hanger anyway. I mean, let's look at Gappiqu. I have only posted as him only a few times. Maybe only three times. (Then again, Molt has only been around for maybe just two) I mean, we would leave what happens to him until another month. And if I'm going to be correct, Gappiqu's trial should be coming up soon.
I'm a little confused. Is anyone outside the cafeteria? That might be important to know.
@Venks: Er, did Isaac really need do have medince? I mean, people who go under shock wake up in about a minute or so after they go unconscious. A bucket of water would work too. But I guess he'll be all right.
IC:
Isaac woke up after maybe 4 minutes he had gone unconscious. He looked around his surroundings, seeing that instead of a speaking Meech, he saw a Vykker. His emotions switched from shock to fear. He had heard from other Mudokons what Vykkers did to animals, and he was not proud of their works. He didn't like be nearing wild animals himself, but the Mudokon nature was against it completely. He found disgust in such creatures. And their bodies looked like they were some kind of living dead creature that had head extensions. It was horrorifying, and he hastily crept away from the Vykker on his arms.
He went into the shadows, hoping it wouldn't see him there. Vykkers were just as bad as the people here, except less attractive and more ugly. He stood by the Mudokons, not peeping a word. All he could feel was the wall behind him and a slight pain where the synrigue hit him.
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Slap realized that both Vykkers had absolute no knowledge on Meeches except on DNA related material. That didn't help his case, as he was looking forward to see them have some knowledge on how to treat this Meech. Maybe they studied old meat charts if them to see how their bodies connected and worked. That would work wonderfully. Of course, that was not the case, and they would have to guess their way to heal this Meech. And all the knowledge he learned about Meeches was most of the basic history figured in the past.
The Meech again started to speak of its pain and Dek immediantly started to go and work on it. He had gotten the X-Rays machine and studied the injuries of the Meech. Dek quickly learned of the problems for the Meech, which was a start. It was obvious from those studies in what kind of operation they needed to perform on this Meech. Slap figured that the situation was going pretty well, although he might have wanted to speak to Dek on how to treat the Meech. Dek had just used Chill Pills on the Meech, and he was rather concern about that. Those kinds of drugs were designed for most of the Industerial families, (even the inferior races had great results) but wildlife.... There weren't any drugs for wildlife. At least, none of the drugs they had hadn't been tested on wildlife creatures. So Slap typed down, "Dek, I know that most of the operations you are doing are going great, but I will ask you to try and not use drugs on this Meech. Drugs' results vary between species, and drugs of all sorts haven't been used on any sort of species from the wild. For example, before Humphrey and Irwin died, they invented a shampoo that varied between species. The shampoo worked fine on the Fuzzles, but holes were burnt into the heads of their costumers' heads. So I will only ask you to hold off on the drugs."
Slap started to relax from the excitement of the Meech and started to realize what kind of commitment they would have deal with if they cloned this Meech. With today's technology, they could probably find the entire Meech's DNA within a year. If they wanted to continue supporting Meeches, it would take another year to make different Meeches from the orginal. Of course, that would be assuming they didn't have anything else to do during the years. And new technology, a new staff (for bioengineering), new tools, and new liquids would have to be brought into Rupture Farms. That seemed quite a lot of moolah would have to spent. All he had was maybe 1.5 million moolah (remember, I said he had 600,000 bags of moolah), which seemed enough. Yet, the whole Laboratory would no longer be about healing patients, and more about re-creating a virtually extinct species. It seemed a little too much.
Slap went over to Praetyre and typed to him, "Praetyre, I have a few concerns about cloning this Meech now. First of all, how would we find the time to do such a thing? I mean, this Laboratory seemed to being operated under a medical rule, and biologic engineering would distract it from this. This factory already has problems that endanger the community of Rupture Farms, such as uncontrolled employees and uncontrolled wildlife. I went to the Stockyards yesterday, and it was full of wildlife. The project would be constantly delayed if we tried to focus on medical works over time, and hundreds of patients would be unattended if we worked with this Meech. This seems rather hard to accomplish.
Second, we would need quite a lot of equipment to accomplish this. New materials would need to afforded, new liquids would be accuired, and an entire new staff would need to be employeed. I could afford it all, but I would have nothing in the end by the time the project is at its peak. That would be quite the project to accomplish.
Third, is there really anyway to determine whether it will end up a success? Will we have control over the Meeches? How many Meeches will we have to create to assure that there would be enough to prevent interbreeding? What kind of medication will we need to make sure they don't all die out? That would be one Odd of a job to make sure that everything doesn't fail.
My only idea to solve my questions is to employee a staff of Vykkers, Interns, and Sligs to work on the project, in which we control and supervise. However, that would mean we would have to employee so many Inhabitants and I doubt 1.5 million moolah from my account could resolve it all. Maybe we can find funds, assuming Vykkers and Glukkons don't want to take advantage of the situation. What is your ideas?"
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Kix realized that Anni was feeling a little down. She probably couldn't take all the stress and excitement that was happening. The operation was still coming back to her, and she needed rest. The R+R would most likely be helpful to put her in, as it seemed the best place to be.
She said to the others, ignoring what they were doing, "Guys, Anni's feeling under the weather. We need to take to the R+R for some rest. You guys can come with me, if you want to be near Anni."
She supported Anni as she walked away from the others and lead herself to the R+R.
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